| Subject: The turning of Desiree |
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Ethian Von Harn
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Date Posted: 00:48:02 04/06/02 Sat
(Story written by Ethian Von Harn, Edited by Seth Darkmoor)
It was a perfect night for an outing. Count Flannagian Karthwrit one of the top counts of that time had planed a ball in Britain. It was to be a ball of mystery and drunken lunacy as all balls held by this count where. Everyone that was invited was of noble birth or of very high stature, Lords and Ladies, Dukes and Duchesses, Counts and Countesses as well as a few of the more influential merchants around the globe.
Naturally, Ethian Von Harn and his new Lord Seth Darkmoor had received invitations to this masquerade ball. They headed to this ball dressed in the finest black silk suits that tailors could make, each with a shirt of purple and a long flowing cape of purple trimmed with gold. They both wore masks to conceal their identity. Lord Darkmoor wore a mask of pure gold in the shape of an old god of perfection. Ethian in an odd twist of things wore a mask of crafted and hardened leather, coloured black and trimmed with gold. In the centre of the mask's forehead was a ruby.
Dusk approached and things at Count Karthwrit’s had started, people headed to his estate Nobles and Count mingled with Merchants and Lords unknowingly. The party was in full festivities, people dinning on the most unusual things, drinking only the counts finest wines and liquors. People were milling about the Counts main dinning room but guests where everywhere. They where out in the courtyard, they were in many lounge rooms, they were in the ball room, a small few had even found a way to sneak into the bedrooms. There were over 50 of the most prestigious nobles in all of all of Britannia attending this ball.
Lord Seth and his right hand man Ethian Von Harn rode into the estate late in the evening much later than the rest of the party goers. Upon alighting from their mounts, a liveried man inspected their invitations and granted them admittance to the ball. They entered the main ballroom where the most people were gathered. A band was playing, people were dancing and some were eating, drinking, and courting each other.
Lord Seth lent closer to Ethian and whispered to him "Now remember this is a masquerade don’t reveal yourself you may tell others your name and i'm sure some already know of us. But never reveal yourself"
Ethian nodded with acknowledgment, smiled and walked in slightly behind his master but held his poise. Seth and Ethian split apart after reaching the main table, where they both started with a quick walk around talking to the people around. Women quickly glanced at them as though they wanted to stare but did not want their husbands not to notice. Men looked at them and nodded showing respect. These two gentlemen were, for lack of a better word perfect in everyway.
Ethian travelled the floor slowly and fluently, as tho he knew where everyone and everything was. He picked up a glass of the finest Yewish Wine and proceeded around the dance floor to a place where he could lean and watch. The band was playing a good harmony as the people on the floor danced in a large circle. He watched as they all swapped partners in mid step glancing at people. He could see each woman's eyes focus on him as they danced by. He could feal their want, but he did not want them. He could see their smiling mouths below their masks, see their inviting eyes behind their masks but he did not want to be with any of these women.
The night grew on while both Seth and Ethian has talked to many people but neither of them has revealed themselves. People had came and gone, both of them had lured women to and fro but never progressed with anything more than simple game playing. Ethian danced and relaxed, drank and ate, talked and played games with many people that night but none ever took his eye. He then walked around and took yet another glass of red wine and lent over by the dance floor. The band had been replaced once due to the time that they had been playing and the count did not want his guests to weary of the evening to early. He had employed two sets of band members as to keep the music flowing all night. Ethian found that the new band were much more to his liking as they played faster and stronger pace than the old band. Suddenly Ethian noticed a woman dancing around. She was captivating. Her beauty was astounding. He watched her but did not try to make it to obvious that he was. He caught her glancing at him, she tried her best to hide the looks but it was to no avail. Ethian's looks turned to a longing stare, a wanting stare. Pondering to himself, Ethian wondered who is this woman, what is her name, where does she hail from and why had he not seen her before? With these many questions looming Ethian believed that he should get some answers to his questions. He strode across the ballroom to a group of nobles whom he has been talking to before.
"Ladies, Gentlemen" Ethian said with a slight nod.
The group responded as they normally would with fleeting smiles and nods he even managed to get a few verbal hellos from people seated at a large round table. Leaning into one of the other men, Ethian started his enquiries.
"Who is that woman out there on the floor?" He said turning slightly in the chair to observe the strange woman on the floor.
"What woman is it you asking about there are many out there?” The masked man said with a chuckle.
Ethian's face grew sterner though he did not approve of the mocking tone "The one in the long blood red gown and her hair tied up"
The man looked around the dancing group and spotted the woman "With that mask on sir I can not say" responded the man "give me a sec though he shall find out" The man stood up from the table and began wandering around the room asking various people for information on the unknown lass. After many shakes of the head, the man came back. "I could not find out her first name." The man said "But he did find out her last one, it is Lasair"
Ethian's eyes lit up, he had just learnt the name of the woman he has been watching "Thankyou my good sir, thankyou" said Ethian. With this, he got up and returned to the dancing group. Leaning against the wall Ethian felt a sharp grip on his shoulder, turning his head slowly to see who it was. It was none other than his Lord.
"All is going well Ethian?" asked Seth.
"Yes M'lord tis all going very well" replied Ethian with a smile and sipping his wine.
Sensing his preoccupation Seth asked with a large toothy smile "So, who do you have your eye on? Which one of these lovely girls is good enough for Ethian Von Harn?"
Ethian with out turning his head to his lord replied. "Lady Lasair. She is the one in the red dress."
Seth gazed over the dancing group "A nice choice my young Ancillae... a nice choice." Returning his gaze back to Ethian Seth asked, "So why haven't you talked to her or even bedded her yet? Tis what you are thinking is it not?"
A look of puzzlement appeared on Ethian’s face he responded "I don’t know why master... I don’t know why I haven’t talked to her"
With this, Seth gave a slight chuckle as he sent Ethian stumbling into the crowd of dancing, half drunk partygoers. Quickly Ethian regained his footing and joined the dancing. Moving from one person to the next in a large circle, he tried to gain a spot so that when the next person was passed on he would be next in line to dance with Miss Lasair. This took Ethian a long time because many of the other women wanted to dance with him. Ethian out of all respect to them did not want to appear rude or unsociable had to partake in a dance with the many women. Eventually Ethian gave up and with out physically forcing himself to be next in line to dance with Lady Lasair, placed himself strategically so that he would be in the right spot. Upon receiving his new partner, Lady Lasair, Ethian began to look a little more relaxed.
"Evening, milady." Ethian Said "You have been dancing for a while now."
"Yes, I have haven’t I Mr Von Harn" said the lady
Taken by surprise Ethian replied "Have you been checking up on who is who? And you have me off guard as you know my name but I do not know yours"
"I check up on who catches my attention, my name is Desiree Lasair. But you already knew this didn’t you?" Smiled the masked Desiree.
"Nay my good lady I do not play games" Ethian said trying to look as composed as he could. Knowing in the back of his mind, he always had a secret agenda.
Desiree looked into Ethian's smiling face and replied with a huge grin, "You may not, but I certainly do" with this she kissed him on the cheek and walked off. Ethian watched as Desiree walked off so gracefully and elegantly as one could. He noticed her looking just over her shoulder to see if he was still there and was watching. Ethian pondered for a second and headed off in a different direction.
As she quickly departed from the dancers, Desiree could feel the look from Ethian. His longing look, the look of pure lust that she had seen countless times when she had played hard to get. Strangely enough she felt that this one of different. The way he moved, felt and smelt was different. Sure he was handsome, dressed in the finest garments and used the finest scents to man, but something was odd. She moved around the large estate drifting from room to room, glancing from guest to guest hoping to find someone to take this new stranger off her mind. Desiree chatted to a few more men but to no avail. Strolling outside onto one of the many balconies that over looked the fine gardens, Desiree found herself lost looking high into the sky as the chilled wind flowed around her. A chill ran down her spine. She quickly readjusted her shall. Out of nowhere Desiree sensed someone behind her. She closed her eyes and hoped it was just another partygoer and that they would quickly move off. The shadowy figure moved closer, almost close enough for Des to feal their breath on her neck. She gripped her shawl around her shoulders tighter. The shadowy figure's hand reached around her shoulders and placed his hand on top of hers.
"You are a hard girl to find," said the figure with a soft enduring tone "But one such as I can always find you." Desiree froze at the sound of this mans voice "Just remember your task." The shadowy figure said with a snarl.
"I have not forgotten." Snapped Desiree back at the shadowy figure.
Footsteps could be heard coming in their direction and as quick and silent as the stranger appeared, he disappeared even quicker and more silently. These footsteps belonged to the proud and noble Ethian Von Harn. His tough, black polished riding boots gave a distinct sound as he trod of the marble floors. Desiree turned around to see whom it was approaching her. She knew who it was. Upon reaching the doorway of the patio, Ethian stopped and smiled at Desiree and lent on the doorframe.
"Trying to hide from me where you?" He asked with a huge grin.
"Why no I was not," she responded, "I was just seeing how fast it would take you to find me." Her grin was even larger and more inviting than Ethian’s was. With this Ethian stepped closer and closer to Desiree. She watched him, he was so elegant, so dashing she could barely control herself. Closer he came, even closer til he was almost touching her with his chest. Ethian then placed his hands either side as though to trap her but she knew that she was more than capable at dispatching this mere male.
"So... what can I do for you" Desiree asked knowing what he wanted.
"I think you already know what I desire, Desiree" Ethian said with a grin.
"You want me to get you a drink?" Desiree questioned in a highly mocking tone.
"No that was not what I was thinking," stated Ethian whom was still amused by this game she played "Perhaps we should get a drink and head for a room. For a more private party"
Desiree considered his proposal. She then remembered what the shadowy figure had said to her, reminding her of her task. She weighed it all up, spending a night with Ethian in his passionate embrace or doing what she was paid to do. She smiled to herself and turned into Ethian’s arms, stretching up against his body like a cat she feathered light kisses across his jaw. Ethian stroked the back of her neck and claimed her mouth; lifting her off her feet, he carried her from the balcony to a more private adjoining room. Kicking the door shut he lowered Desiree to the floor and latched the door behind him. Their hunger consumed them as Desiree ran hot little kisses down his chest following where her fingers had moments ago been undoing buttons. Ethian deftly undid what seemed like hundreds of tiny buttons down the back of Desiree’s dress. He unlaced the corset freeing Desiree from its bonds a deep growl in his throat as his eyes finally settled on the milky soft bounty of her body he hungrily lifted and laid her on the bed as he divested himself of the rest of his clothes. Their bodies moved together in unison both greedily intent on their passion but still pleasing the other. They lay curled in each other's arms breathless savouring the feel of each other’s skin against skin.
Desiree turned and knelt beside Ethian on the bed her skin glistening in the soft flickering of the candlelight. She lent forward to give him a kiss but just stopped millimetres away from his lips and whispered
"My god Ethian. It is a pity you are not going to live out this night, I could have fallen for someone like yourself" Her face was cold, emotionless with a quick flash of light Desiree had taken one of the large pins in her hair and stabbed Ethian in the chest. She withdrew her pin and stabbed again. Blood oozed from Ethian’s chest. She stabbed repeatedly over and over again. A total of eight holes where in Ethan’s chest the life and blood oozed from his now lifeless carcass. Desiree got up, walked over to a wardrobe, and pulled out a dressing gown. She heaved a heavy sigh as though a weight lifted from her shoulders or as though she has lost someone close to her. She put on the silken dressing gown that covered yet revealed.
"Is that all you have?" Questioned the bloodstained carcass of Ethian Von Harn.
"Wha...?" Desiree could not even finish the simple word. She was caught totally off guard as the dead body of Ethian had appeared behind her. It could not be, thoughts raced through her mind. She had struck true it stuck enough for no mortal man to have lived. Why is he still alive?
"Your a good assassin my dear," Ethian smirked as he spoke
"I will have use for you yet your skills are good to kill any mortal man. And I use mortal man loosely" Ethian strode over Desiree, who had now collapsed in a heap on the floor. He picked her up. She could now see what had been hidden from her all this time, his large canine teeth. She had been hired to kill a vampire.
"Please don’t kill me... I... I…. I will do anything,” she pleaded as ethian advanced upon her.
“Please I promise I wont tell any one what you are.” He reached out and roughly grabbed her arm pulling her against him his free hand ripping the silken gown from her skin,
“Such beauty it would truly be a pity to let it to go to waste, beauty but with the sting of an asp no I shan't end your life sweetling I have other plans for you.” He learnt down and gently kissed her ear and along her throat, his teeth grazing the skin he drew blood and drank long and deep. He made her his own. From this night on Desiree Lasair was to be a vampire, a vampire chosen by Ethian Von Harn and he was to be her master.
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