((She's still in only a robe! XD GTG but will post later!))

[[Oh SHITAKE MUSHROOMS! XDD Too excited there XP lol see you then! XP]]

((Lets just say she magically got dressed))


Rosaleen yelped a little as she was rushed out the door and into a waiting carriage by this man. She was slightly releaved to hear he was friends with Hamlet and that At least, Hamlet was fine. She wasn't to excited about going shopping, as she wasn't used to buying things for herself, she had grown up poor where she appreciated everything she had and learned not to ask for more unless truly needed. She smiled and made little comments here and there as he spoke of the weather and such, but then grew bright red as he asked about Hamlet and her in bed together and "How he was."

"I'd prefer not to speak of such things if that is all right, sir." She said dropping her head as her hair, (Which had somehow Dried in curly little ringlets) fell into her face covering the blood rushing to her face. She hated that she was so......Well she wasn't quite sure what she was, but she hated that she blushed so often, she wish she could be more like Hamlet, who at times seemed not to show any emotion and was cold. As she thought of him being cold, her mind flashed back to last night, his ice cold body pressed against her hot and sweaty body...His fingers tracing every inch of her.....His mouth taking claim to hers......She mentally slapped herself telling herself not to even think of such things around this man, as it was private between Man and wife.

"Ah of course, pardon my rudeness, mi'lady. Didn't mean to intrude." Mikhail apologised when he saw the sudden redness in the lady's face. Mikhail smiled pleasantly, trying tonlighten the mood a bit with an optical illusions trick. Here he had taken out a little disk with a bird on one side and a cage in the other out his robes' sleeves and held the stringed disk in between his fingers.

"I shall entertain you with a few magic tricks. Here I have a bird
on one side and a cage on the other. Now if I pull these twisted strings," Here Mikhail pulled the strings in question. There the disk began to spin fast the bird and the cage suddenly merging to have the bird in the cage, magically.

"The bird is now in the cage. Why do you think that is, Mi'lady"

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Meanwhile Hamlet and Zaberisk whom have been called to the De Villaamil Manor under heavy darken cloaks and in the dark shade of the heavily curtained carriage. Hamlet was worried not only about the sudden summons from his 'family' but because of letting the blabbermouth Mikhail take care of his Beloved.

Speaking of his beloved the activites of last suddenly rushed into his mind. The heat such an intimate had now rushed to his face as he flushes terribly. Pulling his hood down to hide the sudden pinkness of his face from the very knowing and smiling Zaberisk whom have been giving him a teasing silence and smile.

Rosaleen watched the disk as it spun and created the illusion of the bird being inside the cage. "I suppose you expect me to say magic, correct? Well, I apologize as I do not believe in magic or the supernatural. It is a simple illusion one makes by spinning the disk." She said as the coach came to a halt in front of a dress shop. She waited as the driver came around and opened the door for them, and then she stepped out into the chilly December air.

She had wished she’d worn a long sleeve dress, instead she had put on one of her mother’s old dresses, it was Forest green with black lace, it went all the way up her neck with a broach keeping it clasped. She waited for Mikhail to get out of the coach before going inside. She really wasn’t excited at all about this shopping Expo; she’d rather be back in the arms of her beloved Hamlet. Sighing softly she watched as a girl she had grown up with, walked towards them pushing a babies carriage. She held her own stomach…..She hoped for a child of her own one day…She decided that if Hamlet came home for dinner tonight she would talk to him about possibly having a child of their own.

She waved at her and walked over. “Eleanor, how are you?” She gushed hugging her friend. “Fine, Thomas and I celebrate our one year anniversary tomorrow.” She said with a blushing smile. “Oh, how great, I just married the young Noble Hamlet.” Rosaleen said blushing just as much. “Oh, that’s a mighty fine catch. We should get together sometime and catch up.” Eleanor said as the baby started to cry. “Come over to our house for dinner, you and Thomas.” Rosaleen said with a smile. “Sounds great, how does 6 sound?” Eleanor asked picking up the baby girl. “Sounds great, See you then.” Rosaleen said hugging her friend goodbye then kissing the little babies golden locks, before they left.

"Ah, Hamlet told me of your nimble mind. Very perceptive Mi'lady." Mikhail smiled as the lady departed and he too followed suit. Mikhail couldn't help by smile ironically since, he knew that Hamlet and the rest of the staff residing in his manor were all supernatural beings. Mikhail may have not been a supernatural being but he was an agent of it in one sense, since he he can conduct seances, various rituals and rites and exorcism that are deemed evil and forbidden in the streets of Christian London. Mikhail may have been a magician but he was also a 'witch'.

Mihkail frowned though, because he knew that Hamlet's desire to be human was a deadly and fatal one. If this woman were find out about the various occult activities that took place in the Manor, she call in the mob to execute all of them and burn everything and everyone in it down, in the name of God and his will. Mikhail needed to discuss with Hamlet as well as Zaberisk about what to do, with the obviously Christian but somewhat scientific woman.

Mikhail watched silently and patiently as Rosaleen conversed and reaccquaint herself with her friend. There he escorted her to a tailor shop and greeted the clerk and shopkeep.

"I would like for Rosaleen here, the Noble lady of the De Villaamils, to have tailored made dresses as well as the ones that have already been made. Please dress her to compliment all her features and bring out her assets. I am sure that the Noble Hamlet De Villaamil would appreaciate it." Mikhail said, which the tailors nodding furiously honoured that the lady of such a wealthy and elite family be in their presence.

Rosaleen blushed as she was poked and prodded, then measured and scaled. She held perfectly still as they made her dress which was a little tight in the bust, but a beautiful shade of red, that made her pale skin stand out and it covered her bandage on her neck. As they finished it she turned to Mikhail. "What time will Hamlet return? Oh and I need to tell the chef to prepare to extra meals tonight." She said meekly as she stood there, still tired from last night, she had not realized how sore she was, or that there was a massive bruise, in the outline of Hamlets Hands on her inner thigh.

She waited as the dress makers came back with another black satin dress in her measurements, she undressed and slipped into it allowing the workers to lace it up in the back, and the front. She loved it. She stepped down still wearing it and twirled. "Oh can I wear this one home?" She asked, she hadn't realized but they had spent most of the day there, it was already about 4 by the time they had finished making her dress.

Mikhail all this time was rubbing the spot that Zaberisk had bitten him and had healed oh so lovingly. Mihkail smiled at the lovely encounter before they left for the De Villaamil Household, in their darkened carriage for them to sleep part of the day away but still be awake at the same time. Mihkail felt somewhat sorry for them since they were called out during the day when they could of been sleeping, but the family was in need of them.

Mikhail looked up to face Rosaleen and answer her inquiries. "Hamlet should be returning at half past four, five at the latest. In all depends on how long his family will keep him." Mikhail answered, still rubbing his love bite with a content and dreamy sigh.

As Mikhail turned around when the tailors came in with another dress but this time a velvety satin black dress which was somewhat gothic in appearance but was indeed a gorgeous piece that showed elegance and sophistication* to the wearer. Amongst the boxes he was holding, Mihkail was also holding a box with Hamlet's present for Rosaleen which was a dress made with the latest pompdour fabric, royal navy blue in colour, with various winter flower designs of light colours and had white ribbons. It was an exquisite gift in Mihkail's opinion and he was sure that Rosaleen would be please with. All he had to do now was make sure she didn't spot it. It was a good idea that he was holding a number boxes containing various apparel that they were now buying.

When he heard Rosaleen asked him a question, he smiled and answered pleasantly, his normal cheerful and gay** demeanor clearly present and genuine. "Of course, you look simply exquisite. The air of sophistication and elegance that permeates from within is now unleashed. You are truly the Lady of the De Villaamil"

Checking the clock on the wall, he found that is was now four in the afternoon and that Hamlet would be coming back soon in another half hour. Paying for the clothes with the money that Hamlet gave, they soon departed out of the store, Mikhail once again opening the door to the carriage for Rosaleen to come in, telling the rider to take them back to the castle and helping him place the items onto the carriage top as the rider strapped it down before he too boarded into the carriage.

[[* = Is that spelt right? @[email protected]]]
[[** = Gay in the Happy way of course. ^___________^]]

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Meanwhile, Hamlet and Zaberisk were coming back from the De Villaamil Manor, with Hamlet brooding darkly as Zaberisk tried to calm his charge down. Zaberisk empathised with the young vampire, since he too fell for a human and although was not denying his instincts to use his lover a a mean to sate his hunger, Hamlet clearly didn't want to do such thing, instead dabbling into the darks arts of the occult to remedy his vampiric nature and become human once again.

'A human bride? Is it not enough to just imitate human life? You have to have another human bride? Are you insane?! They are nothing more than our sustenance! How will you survive if you sympathize with the weak?' Hamlet could hear his father's bellowing voice echo in his head, as he once again ciritcised his son's poor choice.

'Be honest with me, Hamlet. You don't really want to be human. It won't work, darling. It is our way to steal the life's essence from others. It is the nature of our kind. It is futile to suppress your own instincts. You'll succumb eventually and eat your pet alive. Please return to us, my Hamlet' Althought the soothing voice of his mother was indeed a comfort, it only strangten the poisonous sting that the words that accompanied the voice that made the wound in his heart throb even more.

Hamlet vowed that he'll find away to be human again. Even if he had to sell his soul to the devil just like Mikhail has done, he'd do it just to show his 'parents' how much he loved Rosaleen, no matter how superficial the basis of his love was for her. It only strengthen his resolve more to become human and be with one of the many wives that had penetrated his cold exterior of his cold and undead heart.

As they drove home Rosaleen become worried that the chef would not have time to prepare meals for her friends as it was already late. She turned to her new friend. "When we return could you help me find the chef? I have friends coming over and I need to ask him to prepare extra food...You don't think Hamlet with be angry that I invited them over will you?" She asked now worried about angering her husband.

She sighed and looked down at her feet, where she sat a small brass handle, being curious in nature she bent over and pulled it. It pulled revealing a small compartment, inside was a painting of Hamlet and another woman. She looked beautiful, but she also looked very much like Rosaleen. "Who is this?" She asked handing him the small portrait.



((Grrr Sorry I can't match what you wrote, You always out write me lolz XD))

[[lol. That's okay. I can get over too detailed. I think I just went too detailed over there XDD I tend to blabber too much about the little things XD]]

"Ah that..." Mikhail hesitated a bit, but decided to tell the truth that he knew of, "...Could possibly be his previous wife, the one that died from insanity and skewered herself onto one of the knight statue's spear in the treasury, when she was trying to steal some of the very valuable artifacts that he had attained from his travels." Mikhail answered truthfully, since Zaberisk only told him of a few women with blonde hair that were Hamlet's wife.

"Well, that is what Zaberisk said anyway." Mikhail included as he examined the painting. The woman did look like Rosaleen but Hamlet's painter managed to capture some of her greedy character into the painting. Zaberisk did told him that most women that Hamlet wedded were to be painted. Mikhail wondered if Rosaleen was going to be painted.

Finding the glass bell on the countertop near a vase full of white gardenias, Mihkail was about to grab it and ring it when Hamlet and Zaberisk came in with their heavy dark hooded cloaks that reach to the floor. Mikhail detected a light smoky scent amongst the duo, covering his face in exasperation. While it is true that Vampires can walk amongst the day, they must be under heavy protection unless they wanted to be burnt and cremated early.

Recomposing himself, Mikhail smiled pleasantly, his arms outstretched. "Zaberisk! Master Hamlet! How nice to see you! You got back earlier than expected!"

Zaberisk smiled under the dark shade of his hood as he closed the door, see in the sun beginning to sink into the dark, thick and dense foliage of the forest around the castle. "My master here, stormed out. Let's say that he wasn't pleased by his parents' reactions." At this he glanced towards Hamlet, whom was still somewhat brooding, looking down at his obscured feet, the fists at his sides clenching and unclenching in repressed anger.

"Good evening Hamlet." Rosaleen said bowing, She had forgotton to put the painting back under the floorboards of the carrige and still held it, she quickly shoved it into Mihkail's hands and blushed. She quickly pulled her self back up and smiled at him. He seemed upset and she wasn't sure, even after last night, if it would be all right for her to hug him. She stayed rooted in place and smiled. "I hope your not upset, but I invited an old friend and her husband and new born over for dinner." She said taking her own cloak off and setting it on the pegs next to the door, she moved behind and Hamlet and tried to help him take his off, but found it fastened in the front. She blushed again cursing herself for not being more observant.

Mikhail fumbled with the painting a bit, a suddenly being given an object out of the blue. Soon enough, some of the servants began piling out from various places of the lobby, gathering the boxes that the rider had taken out before Zerbisk closed the doors as well as taking the painitng out of Mikhail's hands.

Tutti and Theodore came out as well, greeting, curtsying and bowing before their superiors. Mikhail too greted them before helping himself to uncloak his Zaberisk of his heavy apparel, all with a smile on his face. All the while Zaberisk waited with a playful smirk, assisting Mikhail occasionally by lifting an arm or his neck.

Hamlet snapped out of his angsting and anger when he got a whiff of Rosaleen's perfume and her unqiue scent. Hamlet smiled gently and allowed her to undress him from his cloak, assisting her when neccessary.

"Good evening Rosaleen, how are you this evening?"

"Thankful that you are home, and alive." She sighed standing on tip toe and kissing him on the cheek, then handing his coat to Tutti. "Umm...My friends name is Eleanore, her husband is Timothy, they will be married a year tomorrow, and they have a 4 month old." She said quickly, silently hoping he wouldn't be angered with her for inviting them with out asking. "I can always send a messenger to cancel, if you'd rather rest after being gone all day." She said quietly.

She did wish to visit with her friend, but she knew how she acted around her, and she did not wish to embarrass herself around him....She promised herself she would act maturer then normal and try not to embarrass him in the process. She wished to change into one of her new dresses to show them off to Eleanore, but that would have been Low and Petty of her.

[[Damn the stomach bug. I've been so sick lately. u_____u; Luckily, it has eased up a bit today so I'll be on for awhile]]

"Ah are we having guests over?" Zaberisk asked Rosaleen, whom nodded her pretty little head, "Well then, we have much to do and so little time. Everyone get to work quick snap." Zaberisk ordered his thundering command seemed to resonante throughout the lobby, clapping his hands and soon the the servants became more animated then they were before.

Tutti then guided her Mistress over to her room getting Theodore and some other maids to bring in the boxes including Hamlet's present. From there, Tutti began to get her Mistress to try on the various outfits for the occassion, leaving Hamlet's present for last and assisting her with the laces and corsets and various other duties.

Meanwhile, Zaberisk had gone of into the kitchen to see discuss what the menu would be today and monitor the process to not have a repeat of last time. He also be serving the dishes himself along with his trusted assistants as to make sure that absolutely none of the dishes made for the humans would be mixed up with Hamlet's vampiric one.

All the while Hamlet was residing in his real private quarters, dressing himself up for the occassion as well. He had a servant help him fix his cravat as he wore his black tailed-coat, white long-sleeved shirt, tailored black pants, gloves as another servant help him lace up his boots. The female servants were helping each other to tame his hair in the palited pony-tail.

((LoLz, Well I'm glad you feel better...well a little better.))

Rosaleen shined as she tried on the random dresses. She loved dressing up, but she didn't want to dress to extravagant as she knew her friends were not quite rich, and therefor would not have such nice clothes as she, but she let the servants dress her non-the-less. She settled on a the black velvet dress which made her look older and more distinguished, and held the Gothic style that seemed to be hitting rage in London.

She sat as Tutti combed and curled her hair, then piled it up in a fashionable fashion on the top of her head, allow several tendrils to fall down around her face, and head. Once done with that, they powdered her face and applied coal to bring out there color and a little bit of crushed lavender for shade. Then some blood red lip coverings which gave them a little pouting quality that men seemed to like in women.

Once she was dressed and ready she saw a dress box that was left unopened sitting on her bed. "Tutti? What's this for?" She asked walking over to it in her heels, pleasantly enjoying the clicking sound they made. She sat down on the bed and picked up the box. It was from the dress shop they had gone to earlier, but she only remembered buying two dresses. She stood again, as Tutti wrapped a pearl necklace around her neck that seemed ancient. "These must have been passed down through Hamlet's family weren't they?" She asked touching them with her hand.

[[FINALLY I AM ON! lolz too bad you're not TT____TT]]

As Tutti dressed the Mistress up, enhancing her natural beauty with various cosmetics and accessrised her with the various jewelery that Hamlet's mother had given to him for his wife, Tutti looked over Rosaleen's shoulder to see what the Lady of the De Villaamil was talking about.

Seeing as she was talking about the unopened box that Theodore had told her to leave unopened, Tutti answered to the Lady's inquiries.

"To be honest Madame, I have not got the foggiest notion of what could be in that box. Theodore said that Zaberisk said that Hamlet said not to open until he says so." Feeling her gossipy self intervening Tutti continued, "Oh it could be a gift that Hamlet had given you to show his undying love for you!" Tutti sighed dreamily and went off into a rant about how sweet and caring that Hamlet was being, being the young and niave vampireling she was.

When her mistress cut her off mid rant to inquire about the jewellery Tutti answered as much as she could, "Yes indeed it has been passed down to every female addition to the family. It is to mean that they are the Lady of the De Villaamils. It's tradition amongst this household."

"Oh, It's lovely." She sighed smiling. She left the box unopened and then walked to the window as she hear the sound of a coach pulling up. "She's here." She said. She kissed tutti on the cheek to say thank you then went down to the Foyer to await her friend. As Eleanore and Timothy walked in pushing a small pink carrige with there daughter inside they were in awe. "Good Evening Ma'am." Eleanore said as she saw Rosaleen come down the stairs. "Oh, don't you start giving me any of that now." Rosaleen said walking over and hugging her friend.

She heard the baby coo and leaned over and picked her up. Her face lit up as she held her. "OH, she is the essence of joy. What did you name her?" Rosaleen asked cradling the child and playing with it's tiny hands while it smiled. "Her name is Joyce." Timothy said with a smile. "Why Rosaleen, you look to natural holding that child." Eleanore said with a small laugh. "Oh tosh. Any woman looks natural holding a baby." Rosaleen said quietly as the baby started to fall asleep again. She laid her down and covered her with the small blanket. "We can go sit in the dinning room, Once Hamlet decides to join us." She said looking up at the stairs.

As Hamlet ascended from the darkness which was his prvate quarters all dressed up, Zaberisk bowed stiffy, due to his butler's uniform to greet him as he escorted the young Master towards the Dining Room.

"I hope that you took care of everything? I do not want a repeat of last time, especially now that we have human guests over." Hamlet asked sternly, turning into a scowling glare when he remembered the imcompentence of one of his chefs.

"Indeed. All the dishes are now prepared. Nothing is added to them, I made sure that Juno guarded the dishes from wandering hands." Zaberisk replied with a smile, as they passed the kitchen a loud shrill was emitted before the sound of knives stabbing the walls and pots and pans clatterring were heard.

"DON'T TOUCH ZE DISHES! ZE ARE PERFECT AS ZEY ARE!"

Hamlet sighed but nonetheless grateful for the banshee of a female chef, whom although a hazard in the kitchen was quite good at putting chefs in their place. Soon they were in the Foyer, Hamlet gliding over towards Rosaleen to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. "Good Evening Rosaleen, you're looking quite splendid as always."

Turning towards the couple and child Hamlet greeted them courteously (sp?), "And good evening to you, Madame Eleanor and Sir Timothy, you have quite a handsome son. I expect you are dining with us?" Zaberisk soon clapped signalling, three servants to escort the guests as Hamlet escorted Rosaleen to the Dining Room, which was now decorated in rich gold and bright reds as the table was heavy with food, candles, and utensils.

The miniature band was in the dark corner playing musically and melodiously. Zaberisk smiled and bowed graciously, "Please take a seat and begin eating the various entres that have been provided for you. I shall be serving your dishes personally since we are a little short handed today. Our previous chef resigned afterall."

Rosaleen suppressed a laugh and leaned over to Hamlet as they sat down. "It's a daughter." She whispered still trying not to laugh. She looked down at her plate of Entree's and smiled. She hadn't realized she was so hungry. She took her knife and fork and began to take small bites of the food.

"So..This is a really nice place you have her Mr. De Villaamils, Passed through family?" Timothy asked as he too began to eat his food. Eleanore smiled and rolled her eyes at her husbands attempt to start a conversation. "So, how did you two meet?" She asked Rosaleen while she allowed the men to talk. "My uncle arranged us to marry so I would have a noble's status in the world, But I've ended up falling in love with him." Rosaleen whispered hoping that Hamlet hadn't hear her.

"Ah my mistake. I hope I haven't offended you and your little ray of sunshine," Hamlet apologised graciously as he swirled his red wine and took occassional sips of it as well as little nibbles of the his entree. Zaberisk stood by ready to serve the main course when the diners are done with their entrees.

"Indeed, I did inherited this from my family but I also do also own a lucrative business near the ports of London. So really I also earnt this abode." Hamlet replied with a small smile as he conversed with the chatty husband of Eleanore as signaled Zaberisk to serve the main course

"Oh, no problem at all." Eleanore said as the Main courses s were set before her. "So, Hamlet. Did you have a good day with your family?" Rosaleen asked turning her attention back to her husband, she was not hungry so she had taken only two bites of her food. Now she wanted to know how he had been.

She had missed him so much during the day, that even as they ate and laughed she still kept glancing over at him. It was ad if he was forever in her mind. After dinner the men sat in the foyer talking of business opportunities, while the woman and the child sat in the sitting room talking of the baby.

"I so want a little child of my own." Rosaleen sighed as she held the little baby Joy in her arms. She seemed a bundle of joy as she laughed and yanked on her hair. She giggled and slid her hair out. "Hmm...Perhaps you should talk to Hamlet about it after we leave." Eleanore said sipping her tea. "I'm just unsure of everything, you don't think it's too soon to be discussing things like this?" Rosaleen asked as Joy started to fall asleep again. "No.." Eleanore said as Timothy arrived in the doorway. "Time to go, I have work in the morning, and we have to be at your mothers directly afterwards." He said with a smile. He took Joy and laid her in her carriage and Rosaleen stood to show them the way out. She smiled and waved from the doorway as they left.

Hamlet had once again gotten a raw meaty dish for a main course once again. Hamlet was enjoying dinner as well as enjoying the conversation that Timothy was providing. However when he heard Rosaleen's questions about his day with his family, Hamlet choked. Zaberisk calmed the young vampire making him down a glass of water in an attempt to lessen the choking.

After the choking and hacking has ceased Hamlet coughed lightly before proceeding to answer the somewhat touchy subject. "Ah my parents, you could say it was...eventful." Hamlet best chose his words carefully not wanting to tell Rosaleen about his parents' reaction to his recent human marriage.

As the dinner amongst the guest came to an end, Hamlet sauntered behind Rosaleen, hugging from behind and kissing her pretty little head. "Your friends were a nice and caring family."

"Yes, I always knew she would be a good mother..." Rosaleen sighed turning around and wrapping her arms around him and hugging him. "Oh wow, I missed you so much today. I'm glad your home now." She sighed then looked up at him and kissed his chin. He was at least a few inches if not a foot taller then her, and she would have had to stand on her tip toes in order to kiss his lips with out his help.

She slowly trailed her kisses down and kissed his neck. She turned and closed the door then smiled. "So, can I open the box from the dress store now?" She asked looking up at him with a pleading look and twisting her toe into the carpet with her hands behind her back, like a child would asking for a treat.

((Okay, off to bed with me Night))

"Of course. Afterall dear Rosaleen, it is yours and I cannot deny the fact that youopen it eventually." Hamlet replied warmly kissing her forehead and the tip of her cute little nose.

There Hamlet proceeded to guide his lady to her room where the dress was placed. There he allowed Tutti follow, since Hamlet knew that Rosaleen would open the box and would love to try it on. Hamlet was much of a shopper like Mikhail was but he did have an eye for aesthetics. Once there he waited outside as the girls excitedly entered Rosaleen's room to try out the dress.

Meanwhile, in the process of finding the cure for vampirism, Mikhail and Zaberisk were indulging on a little but sinfully romantic escapades of their out, kissing and grinding their bodies against each other like animals in heat.

((I'm not going to describe it, because I'm not sure how you want it to look))

Rosaleen almost squealed with delight as she followed him up the stairs and into her room. She walked over to her room and sat down on the bed placing the box in her lap. "Oh, where's Zaberisk and Mikhail?" She asked plaving her hand on the ribbon that was holding the box shut. "I won't open it until they come." She said sadly. She had grown to like Mikhail, despite his use of party tricks.