Shade Ball

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Cain had certainly missed quite a bit during the minutes he had zoned out into his own little world. When he finally came to it seemed that Elena was asking some tattooed man for a dance, the ‘Queen’ of Thrones was dancing with some chick who didn’t look so bad, the tattooed man was leaving a poor pregnant lady all alone, Isak was off in the corner all by himself, and Maria was running all over the place giving people drinks and the like. The party or ball per say was certainly lacking in something but Cain couldn’t quite put his finger on it just yet. So there he stood, leaning up against the wall sipping a glass of blood while he thought it over.

The song was slow the air was nice and everything seemed to be going smoothly and without a hitch; Cain absolutely hated it. There had to be something for him to do, someone for him to dance with or mess around with yet nothing he saw stood out to him at that very moment. Maybe this was why he had zoned out in the first place, the Thrones’ members honestly weren’t that interesting it seemed. Of course he wouldn’t mind sinking his fangs and other things into the three dashing beautiful ladies that attended the event, the Queen her Princess and even the Tattooed man’s bitch. But alas if he stepped out of line Elena was sure to blast him with her horrifying light powers and Cain’s skin would of course burst into flames wherever it was she sent the light at.

Upon finishing his glass of blood he removed himself from the wall, making sure to press his suit down getting any of the creases or folds out of it, and made way over to the table where the food rested. There he placed down the empty glass as a shadow monster rose up from the shadow of the table to take away said glass. Cain may be a psychotic bat shit crazy sociopath but he was not without a certain degree of mannerisms. “Hmmm not quite the escapade I had hoped for, not as extravagant either… but what is a ball without a little….roll.” He mused quietly to himself as with a nod of his head the slow music sped up leaving the jazz and played out Suit and Tie by Justin Timberlake, sure it wasn’t exactly Cain’s style but it fit. That and he truly had no control over what song the shadows turned the dial to. “Much better.” He spoke aloud with a dashing grin.

Victoria's several trains of thought were interrupted by Chelle approaching, her queen's approach seemed to awaken her from her daze. Chelle was one of the few people Chelle could call her elder, and her years of life had given her a more evolved sense of morality than most other relatively short-lived biological creatures. It was part of the reason Victoria followed her to begin with, the nature of morality had always been a preoccupation of Victoria's.

Chelle seemed worried about Victoria. She had never told her queen about her failed mission or the short tale of her sister's life and death, though she imagined she had probably heard from either or both of the ranking Thrones members she had taken along. "Apologies. I was merely...using my mind to multitask. I assure you all is well." Victoria paused apprehensively before adding "I must admit something about this place does make me feel...odd. It is as if I can feel my heart's beat, but of course I know I can not. It is somewhat unsettling, if only because it is so unusual." She smiled wryly up at her queen as if sharing in a secret joke "I am unaccustomed to new sensations, or indeed sensations at all. It is a decidedly small matter though."

I..." Victoria trailed off cocking an ear to the music. Somehow it had managed to change from jazz to a pop song from several years ago. "My, your friend has quite the..eclectic taste in music. I of course have knowledge of dances for any style of music..." She took Chelle's hands as she accepted the offer. "I would be honored to dance with the Queen" Victoria said in a friendly tone.