09-02-2014, 04:04 AM
Before returning to ballroom, Comte de Frontenac paused in front of a large open window in the hall. The full moon hanging overhead blazed gold against a dark sky glittering with stars. The night was quiet and cut only with the sounds of chirping crickets, and was much disparate from the clamor of the celebration indoors. Surely it was the perfect atmosphere for “romance”. If possible, Marcel would find a way to lead Adelaide into the garden where they would be uninterrupted and safe from prying eyes. “Evening, Comte. How do you fare?” said male voice from the entrance to the hall. The stranger's figure was silhouetted by the light streaming in from the ballroom, but it was unmistakably Dorian Arnoult. Speaking of interruptions.
“I noticed you with the girl,” Marcel said. “Well done.” He turned away from the window with an unpleasant smile slowly spreading across his face. “It seems that you are indeed the right ‘man’ for this job. Just her type. I hope that it was not too irksome for you--I hear she lacks in social graces.” He chuckled at the demon’s comment and shook his head. “My thirst required quenching. Call it the weakness of my kind. However, I did not indulge in anything…Unseemly. Not yet, anyhow.” His words were also tainted with suggestion. He gestured to the space beside him. “Why don’t you join me? I do not wish to attract eavesdroppers when there are matters of import to discuss.”
The vampire waited for the demon to draw closer before continuing. “As for myself, I requested the Lady to dance, and she complied. Furthermore, she would not be opposed to interacting again. I sense a rebellious streak in her, which will assuredly keep her disposed to my attentions. There is the matter of the Summer Prince, of course. Prince Julien is keeping a strict eye on Adelaide and her movements. I noticed this while we were dancing. He seems to be a bit of a stalker.” At this, Marcel laughed. “Ironic, is it not? Even I, a vampire, consider him a stalker. Still, based on his conduct, I do believe he will confront me within a day or two.” He leaned up against the stone wall and crossed his arms. “And what do you have to report?”
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Before Adelaide located Aurelie, she was busy scooping various edible items onto a plate and wolfing them down. “I cannot believe that happened to me,” she muttered angrily to herself, “What a glib, beautiful, handsome...DEMON. IDIOT. Aurelie, you. Are. An idiot!” The witch shoved several golden crackers topped with fancy cheese into her mouth, but continued ranting despite the impropriety of talking with one’s mouth full. “Wou know dat he ith dangewous, but wou still wanna jump his bowns! IDIWOT!” When hands suddenly grasped her arm, she nearly choked on her cheese and crackers from the surprise. She coughed a couple of times, smacking her chest, and, after swallowing, glared at her friend.
“Addie, you nearly scared me to death! I thought you were him for second! Oh, Hecate, it was so bad…” Aurelie set her plate down on the edge of the table beside her and covered her face with her hands. “I got so scared that I switched to business mode--you know, Stone Elly--and was even more terrible at dancing, and yet he still wasn’t put off!” She then turned to grasp her friend’s hands. “And then, at the end of the dance, he dipped me! And I forgot how to speak! My face just turned completely red and I thought I would pass out.” Her sky blue eyes bulged with horror. “But do you know who he was, Addie? Comte Dorian Arnoult! The Dorian Arnoult! Why does Dorian Arnoult want to dance with me? Demons are so frightening, but for some reason I just want to--”
The witch stopped to take a few deep breaths after running her mouth for so long, and exclaimed, “--And you left me there with him! I could have died! He says he’s going to dance with me again, too!” She fixed the faerie with a strange look and then said, “Wait a minute, why do you look like that? You look all weird and flustered, too. Did you DANCE with someone, too, Addie? Oh Hecate, you DID, didn’t you? Who was it?? The Prince?” She laughed at first, but shock abruptly overtook her features. She could tell—Adelaide was not overly fond of Julien, even though everyone expected her to marry him. “No, not the Prince. Ohhh…Not the Prince…! Then who?”
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