(BEWARE)A Lover's Dance(EROTIC)

[within7temptation]

Grace. Beauty. Dressed in an elegant dress of black and dark purple silk with her mask-like make-up starting with dark purple at her eays and fading into lavender, Duskarie Abbigail Mysteria was a sight to behold. A jeweled net held her bun in place on top of her lovely skull, long ringlet falling out from the gaps at the bottom of the net. The jewels were amythests and opals. Her tattoo was revealed from the low back of her corsetted dress and the pentacle on her necklace rested nicely between and a little above her brests. The vampiress's eyes had remained their normale storm gray this evening, but the night had just begun.
Moonlight flooded through the large windows, making the light blue curtains of fine satin and chiffon seem silver. The alabaster and ivory-washed wood of the large room looked as though it were about to glow in the pale light. Ten thirty finally came around and the chandalier was lit. A soft, golden light flooded through the room and gave their dark world a dream-like glow. Not that the Night was never like a dream. It was just that these creatures, Vampire and Human alike, were used to the silvery mist light of their Mother Moon. A nice change made things...
Exciting.
The six-hundred sixty-sever year-old "girl" smiled mysteriously as a "young man" bowed and asked her to dance. An old suiter named Andrew, slightly younger than herself, with sandy hair and emerald eyes. He stood at about five-ten and had and elegant, pretty build. Dusk took his offered hand, remembering the feel of his black silk gloves and sighing. A nice walts to begin the evening and a glass of dark wine, almost the color of blood, and she was sitting again. She knew most of the men and women in the room, having been the object of Lust for many and admiration for the rest.
'I wish someone knew would come along.' she thought as she left the ballroom and walked slowly through the court yard.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was an outsider, new to the scene of London, a visitor; and he felt it tonight as he wandered the courtyards outside the ballroom. The people were all beautiful, the women allureing and decadent, the men debonair and regal. Morgan glanced down his tall frame at his own clothing, he had on breeches that were a deep plum color and had soft roses in the brocade fabric. His waistcoat was the same dark plum brocade, but it had navy blue edging and trim to set off the color. His shirt was ruffled ivory silk and left open across his broad chest with the crisscrossed laces swinging loose as he strode along the cobblestones. The sleeves blousoned low on his hands past the cuffs, which were turned up and lined with navy silk. He had long fingers like a musician and the length of the fabric accented their grace. His boots were simple tonight, black leather to his knees with wide straps wrapped around them ending in a heavy silver buckle at the outer edge set just so that it was centered on the widest part of each calf. They were comfortable and had been shined till he could see himself reflecting back from the toes. He sighed and brushed an unruly strand of dark hair out of his turquoise eyes. He had it styled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck which curled into a single ringlet, which he hated, and fringed around his pale face. Tonight he looked the part of the nobleman, which suited him being the Lord of an Irish Castle.

His gaze passed over the courtyard again, and he was delightfully surprised to notice a woman of grace and beauty departing the ballroom. He was intrigued and stepped a trifle closer to where she had emerged to appraise her more clearly. She was beguiling and he felt an urge to approach her which he heeded.

"It is a beautiful evening, don't you think?" he inquired in a soft, smooth voice as he neared her side.

[within7temptation]

The woman turned slowly, a soft, seductive smile playing on her pink lips. A soft breeze caught at her curls and her black skirts, sending them fluttering about her and giving the appearance of a dream... Almost a nightmare. Fearsom and terrible. but far too beautiful. She could feel her eyes begin to change color, first darkening to teal and then lightening to silver. Duskarie lifted her left hand to control a stray curl that had moved across her face.
"Yes, it is lovely." Her voice was almost warm, even as it was almost cold, and very soft. Hardly more than a whisper resembling the sound that the dieing breeze had made. At it finnally let up, she turned back to face the palace once more. Breifly, though, for she quickly turned her pale face to view the human male.
He looked as though he had steped right out of her own time, but she knew better. Facing him, though, with him being backed by the courtyard's garden and the moonlight mixing with the light of the candles within...
...It was like an old memory...
Her breath caught in her chest for just a moment and her eyes darkened to teal. Tears threatened and she was contemplating either going back it to her many friends or further into the garden. But that would be rude. Ladies of any important Ranking were never openly rude. Instead, she smiled again and waited for the human to introduce himself.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was held to the spot as she seemed to move in slow motion her clothing like the very nights essence itself; her skin was like the dancing moon cold yet beautiful. His eyes couldn't leave her face it was so captivating the play of emotion so raw and deep. Her voice held him like a song. Was she even reality or just his mind conjuring images from his imagination. The scent from the gardens only added to the imagry blending in sweet honeysuckle, roses, lavender, gardenia, and a myriad of other floral perfumes to the vision. He was afraid to blink lest she disappear, but that was silly; she had spoken, had she not?

He sobered as her face crumpled momentarily and a wave of sadness atthe sight washed over him. Such a vision of beauty should only reveal happiness and enjoying life, not the deep pain he had glimpsed nriefly with his too aware eyes. He bowed politely with his right hand outstretched and left over his heart, "I am pleased to meet such a charming companion on this fine evening, my name is Morgan Dubhbraon, may I ask the name of such a lovely lady?" his voice had taken on the dancing lilt of his homeland and yet was laced with the meloncholy tones of the sorrowful aura she had effected. When he loked up at her his eyes were no longer the bright teal revealing mirth, joy, and contentment, they were now the dark blue of sadness, pain, and solemnity.

He hated this feature, his chamelion eyes, it was like a neon sign revealing his innermost emotions for all the world to see. But he had noticed her eyes had also changed in the dim moonlight. Something he logged away for further consideration at a later time.

[within7temptation]

She took one quick, though fluidic, step back. Haing never realized that she tended to look like a startle deer when she made such a movement, she turned slightly. Her eyes had widened and darkened to a more shadowy gray as he had extended his hand to her. She didn't skake hands, even with humans. Physically, for a vampire of her age, she was weak. A New Born could easily break her bones. If she alowed her hand to be taken, she could be overcome so quickly... If she didn't manage to slip away due to her speed.
But she hated being rude, and... Wait... Had his eyes just darkened? She relaxed, just slightly, and faced him again. Focusing her eyes, she smirked. Yes, they were considerably darker now. With a steady and deep curtsy, she introduced herself. "I am Duskarie Mysteria. It is a pleasure to meet you, Morgan."
Was it an Irish accent, or Brittish? Romanian, or Spanish? All of them? Yes. Four accents for one woman. Centuries of "life" had given her a mixed speech.
Straitening, she irl reached up and took the net out of her hair. The locks of copper silk fell gracefully, cascading down her back to end at her curved hips. "I hope you do not mind, but it is so untolerable at times."

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was not affronted by her neglect of his hand. He was nothing if not a gentleman, and he rose to stand at his usual 6 foot 2 inch height. He had drawn himself up unknowingly at the sense of protectiveness she radiated when she had moved away from him. He stayed his distance so as not to cause her further alarm. He was further saddened by the unexpected way she had withdrawn. Morgan was used to being told he was approachable and kind, yet she had reacted as if he were dangerous! Did she think he was a ruffian, or that he would cause her harm? He frowned as he recounted his actions, and found nothing untoward in them. He decided perhaps he was misreading the expression; he was, after all, human.

He repeated her name in his head, Duskarie Mysteria. It was ethereal and regal all at once. He thrilled at her voice, mellifluous and beautiful like a song or Celtic chant. His eyes softened not quite back to their bright turquoise, but to a lighter blue tinged with green as his mood lifted again.

He watched spellbound as she removed the jeweled net from her hair and it cascaded like a waterfall of liquid copper. He blushed at the straightforwardness of the simple action. His eyes could not help but follow the motion until it ended at her hips. His blush deepened and he averted his eyes lest he look inappropriately at her graceful form. He settled his gaze back to her face, a safe enough subject, and marveled again at how the moonlight, though dim, played across her beautiful features.

"I do not mind in the least, M'Lady," he nearly whispered, afraid his voice would betray how deeply she beguiled him. She was surely an enchantress, weaving a spell over him without even trying.

He cast about to try to think of something witty to say to perpetuate the conversation. A light waltz wafted out the open doors and windows and flitted on the night air. He grinned, "Could I interest you in a dance?" But his face was an empty mask after he asked, she had reacted so strongly to his outstretched hand, how would she allow him to touch her so intimately as a waltz would require!? He was a fool and this would surely cut this enchanted encounter short.

[within7temptation]

Her smirk had easily turned into a soft smile once again as she looked up at him. She could feel his confusion and she knew exactly how she seemed to him. Empathey. A blessing and a curse, being able to feel the emotions of those around her. Thankfully, though, it only worked with humans and Immortals that had not yet reached their second year. She could not read their minds unless their emotions were so strong that their thoughts spilled out as well. But that was rare, and an ability reserved for mortals, and mortals alone.
As for this man... She blushed and averted her crystaline gaze. He was tall and, at least for a human male, rather attractive. She liked the way his eyes changed, much the same as hers did. Duskarie's grin deepened when she heart his pulse quicken. Of course... Most men loved to watch a woman mess with her hair. Seeing as how women were once required to decorate or cover their hair once they hit a certain age, it was quite understandable that freed hair would leave a man itrigued, or even aroused.
She lifted her eyes to the opened ballroom doors, feeling foolish. He was only human... Why would she worry about dancing? Besides, so many of her ex-suiters were in there. They would be at her side, Vampires every last one of them, if things turned out badly. The worst that could really happen was that this male would say something offensive, and it was quite hard to offend Duskarie, and cause his own loss of blood and life.
"I do suppose that dancing would be nice, Morgan." She liked the way his name rolled off of her own Irish-born tounge. Her mother had been Irish, her father Spanish.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan waited with apprehension as she considered his proposal. It had been innocent, regardless of her beauty and the sense that there was something timeless and hauntingly desirable about her. He could not avert his gaze from her, she drew him like a moth to a flame, yet he understood that he could be burned by her, like that flame she had a wariness that told him she knew he was no match for her and he was the one in danger here.

When she accepted his offer he smiled kindly yet enthusiastically, the kind of grin that lit up his eyes and caused his pale face to glow. He approached the slight distance that seperated them and offered his hand tentatively again to direct her up the steps and back to the dance floor. He had the strangest feeling as he drew nearer the building that he was in some way being tested, or about to undergo a close scrutiny. It wasn't her gaze that caused the feeling, but the sense of invisable eyes watching his every movement.

He looked at Duskarie, with an almost shy smile and a soft blush coloring his features. He was acting like a nervous teenager, and he couldn't seem to stop himself. His heart was racing in anticipation and excitement. The scenario made him feel like the underdog at the prom asking the Queen for a dance. He was proudly standing at her side now and ready to make a grand entrance into the room. He was a confident dancer, so at least he wouldn't make a fool of himself in that way. His mouth he couldn't be so sure of, though. It had a habit of saying the wrong thing before he thought about what he was going to say; he would have to try to think before speaking.

[within7temptation]

Her delicate hand shook as she gently slipped her fingers over his. The lightest of touches, ment to reduce all possiblities of capture and ensure that she could escape his grasp quickly if there was need. Though, she doubted there would be any need to escape him. After all, he was just a mere mortal. That alone made him physically weaker than even herself, a weakling amongst her dark kind. Even in her current attire she could tear hi limb from limb. But, then again, that would only happen if it was an absolute neccessity.
She did alow him to lead her through the large double-doors and into the warmly lit room. Once within, she handed her hair net to a servent girl so that it could be kept safe for the rest of the night. But this re-entrance had caught the gaze of so many of her kind... Mainly because of the fact that her hair was down. She leaned close to the man she was with, making sure that she was close to his ear. "You should be careful now, Morgan. Most of these men are my friends; They might not take too kindly to anything... Unusual." Even under the scrutinous gazes of so many other immortals -or maybe it was because they had all seen her by now- she felt herself relaxing. There was more pressure between their touching hands. More contact. And there was no more fear.
No... She was quite comfortable now. The woman stepped closer and smiled as Moonlight Sonata Op. 27, Number 2--Beethoven, began to play and echoe throughout the halls. "Ah... I do so love to dance to this song." It was slow, mysteriouse. Her friends often refered to it as Duskarie's Theme, though she didn't know why.
She smiled as she relaxed herself, readying herself for closer contact.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan felt her hand against his like a butterfly wing making contact against his skin or a rose petal falling on a cloud of dew. Soft barely there. He looked over at her again, an exquisit beauty her hair like a gossamer cloud of fire as the lights within the room caught it and shimmered against it. They had barely passed through the doors when his senses picked up a shift in the aura of the room.

There were many dark thoughts and he understood it was upon her entering the room. They did not like him, and he had done nothing untoward. A soft smile lit his face as he felt more pressure against his hand, and sensed confidence radiate outward from her thin frame. She felt secure here, and these people watched out for her. Her words did not fall on deaf ears, and he felt compelled to reply.

His eyebrow was quirked and a crooked grin was on his lips, "M'lady, I would never think of causing you a moments distress, I merely wanted a chance to dance with an angel once in my lifetime. A beautiful dark angel such as yourself is worth the risk. For we only live once; and not to take the chance to live would be a crime."

He looked up as he noticed the music score, Beethoven, how appropriate for a dance with a dream. He gently yet firmly took her hand and his eyes asked approval and seemed to register her shift to allow him to just touch her waist. He never looked away from her face as his feet moved with the music, her skirts swirled around them as they twirled around the room.

He maintained an appropriate distance between their bodies, not crossing an invisible line of propreity. only his head was inclined closer as he felt himself fade into the music and smiled freely as he felt like he was truely dancing in an imaginary world where time stood still and meant nothgin at all, and all he ever needed to do was dance with this beautiful woman who fate had somehow allowed to be in his arms even fleetingly this night.

[within7temptation]

With on elegant hand in his and the other resting comfortably on his bicep, she grinned. The music soon changed from the slow Moonlight Sonata to the quicker, happier tune of Fur Elise. And as the music changed, so did the dance. Faster, more like a romp around the dance floor. Every step was complicated, and yet the ageless woman was the perfect dancer. Duskarie had relaxed completely by now and had found herself quite close to the human. To close to have been considered proper of a lady such as herself, if they had been in earlier times. Her body was not pressed to his, not even lightly, but her hand was now on his shoulder rather than his arm. And there were only a mere five or six inches between their fast moveing bodies.
The long, coppery cascades of her silken hair flew out behind her in a whirl as they turned, followed by her long skirts. They made a picture of some exotic flower being blown about by the wind to cover another. Her pleased grin turned into a slight frown that once again furrowed her brow. "Some angels are too dark to lead a man to anything but pain."
As the music faded out to fade back into something more modern, she pulled away. Though, she kept her hand in his as she led him back out into the gardens. She could feel the eyes of each of her kind on them as she left through the doors and made her way out to the large fountain and sat on the rim.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan's spirit picked up with the music, and he felt as if he were flying across the floor. He actually laughed at the euphoric feeling that surrounded him as they danced, it was low and musical and lifted away inthe air as soon as it was past his lips. The cheerful grin stayed firmly in place as they whirled around like a well tuned machine. The bouncy lilting of the song echoed in their steps and movements.

He remained the gentleman and kept his hand firmly at Duskarie's waist but he noticed when her hand moved to his shoulder. He looked at her and forgot the crowd and the setting momentarily, watching her as she whirled with him. They were well matched, she was so graceful and her movements perfect, while he was light on his feet and moved fluidly. He almost wished he could be on the outside looking at them, it had to be mesmerizing. She was so close to him now that his blood hummed in his body.

His elevated mood was brought crashing down when she spoke. His smile slipped into a mournful grin, "Aye, M'Lady, but sometimes there is light in the darkness worth seekling out. More than to the eye, a beauty to be found."

He wasn't pleased when their dance ended, but the music's change was not to his liking, and he willingly followed as he was lead outside. He felt the heaviness of the eyes upon him, but he would challenge the Devil himself for this night. It was exhilirating and he felt reckless in Duskarie's presence. He who had led a sheltered life of privilage and lavish freedom, was thrilled by the hint of danger and dark charm she exhuded.

He boldly took the place right beside her, not inappropriately near, but close enough to feel her presence as she sat gracefully on the rim of the fountain like a rare flower blooming in the night air. "This has been an enchanted evening, Duskarie," her name came out as a dark melody with the lilt of his speech. He wasn't sure what would come now, would she bid him farewell... or would this night last, perhaps, a little longer. If he'd been younger and more rash he might have tried to kiss her, but he had not forgotten the eyes that watched so protectively over her, and he knew he was still pushing his luck just sitting so close to her here in the musical cascade of the fountain. But he wanted to kiss her, to leave an impression that she would never forget, that some part of this night would remain with her as he knew it would with him forever. Without realizing it he had leaned closer in the night air, still far enough for propriety, but pushing the boundaries nevertheless.

[within7temptation]

A pressure made her mind feel fuzzy for a moment. The others had noticed how close her new companion was and, though they would never oppose Duskarie's wishes, not one of them were happy about her choice in tonight's esscort. Slowly, she grinned and let herself make a very subtle move closer. Just an inch or so, a movement that had been easily descised as an adjustment of her skirts. The pressure in her skull increased, making her eyes widen and turn a brilliant, though dark, teal before the pressure lessened and faded away completely. The thin layer of sweat had beaded on her brow and was now dry. Had the human noticed? She hoped not... How would she have explained it if he had? Oh, it's quite alright. My friends are all just vampires that dissapprove of one of their eldest coven leaders fratinizing with a mortal. Maybe she would add a soft chuckle at the end, just to keep up the seductress appearance.
She stamped a smirk on her pale features and sighed. "I do preffer the outside night, rather than spending all of my time in there. Don't you, Morgan?" She turned her gaze on him once she was sure that her eyes had regained their silvery blue shade. The moonlight made him look darker than he, as a human, really was. More handsome, even though he was attractive enough to her. She found herself shivering, forcing herself to repress the yurning urge to reach up and run her slim fingers through his dark hair.
Gods, what was wrong with her? She was practically a queen amongst her kind... Her immortal kind, at that. He was human... Vulnerable to her. And then there was the fact that she was a widow... She blinked rapidly and tried to remember why any of this mattered at the moment.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was watching her intently, as if he couldn't look anywhere else; and she was beguiling to look at, why would he want to tear his eyes away? Even as she sat she was grace and poise. He felt that timeless feelig again, like he could be sitting in a courtyard in the eighteenth century, a time he would probably have felt at home in. He was a misplaced human, born with an ancient heart in a modern era. He smiled sadly and averted his eyes for a moment lest she see the instant sadness which caused his eyes to change deep blue again. When he looked back, she was imperceptibly closer.

He considered her question, was it rash to admit that where she was he wanted to be for now? "I enjoy the night time too much," he admitted with a chuckle. He looked at her again, full in her eyes, "Being in the air is refreshing, and the press of bodies was a bit much. I rather enjoy the present company and the fountain is a lovely setting for a lovely lady," he admitted. He was attempting to flirt, and he hoped he didn't sound as horribly inept as he felt. He was outclassed, he was aware enough to understand that, high ranking as his family was she outclassed him by leagues.

Would she laugh and call him a silly boy? He looked at his hands folded neatly in his lap. He removed and placed one on the thin slice of rim that seperated them. He had effectively invaded the bubble of her personal space. He looked at her again watching as a lock of copper danced in the breeze kicked up from the moving water of the fountain. He reached out and ever so gently placed the tendril behind her shoulder. Being careful that he did not make contact with her skin save for the tip of his index finger; and that only for the breadth of a second. Caution, his brain screamed at him.

[within7temptation]

The breif point of warmth on her skin made her shiver and caused her breath to hitch slightly. Slowly, oh how slowly, her hand moved to cover his on the rim of the fountain. She felt shy, and she didn't know if it was because of his current emotions, or if it were really her own. They felt like her own... Oh, she would have to be careful. If she got carried away... She did not wish that fate on any human. She had turned around five or six humans, but it had been a neccessity. She did not want to loose her iron-like control and feed upon Morgan. If he did not die from the loss of blood, he would turn. Both fates would leave her feeling absolutely terrible.. A monster.
It was not as though she hated what she was. Quite the opposite; She loved being a vampiress. But to turn a man with so much... Life. A true crime. Her smile was a sad one as she lifted his hand with hers and pressed her soft lips to the center of his palm. "This evening has been a wonderful one. I have truely enjoyed spending my time with you, and I wish that these moments would not end." She let their hands lower again and looked back up at him through half-lidded eyes. She was telling the truth.