I Hope you dance [Open]

[*Zoey Boyko]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Somedays you gotta dance. Zoey crawled along the roof of an abandoned building and looked up one of Paris's most luxurious ballrooms. It had been closed for a few years now and she had always wondered what it was like inside. Smirking she leapt to the ground and waltzed up to the door. The lock was strong. But she was stronger. In one quick pull she yanked the lock free leaving her the freedom to go inside as she chooses. Giggling she pushed open the door and slowly closed it behind her. The moonlight danced through the windows and reflected onto the marble floor. The room smelt dusty and old and she cringed her nose as she silently walked to the middle of the room. Images played through her mind of men and women dressed up in there very best doing an assortment of dances to an assortment of music. The dancer inside her craved that. She slipped off her vans and touched her toes. Wiggling her toes she smiled. She really did like the lime green toe nail polish she had put on earlier. It sort of stuck out which she loved. Un zipping her jacket she revealed a tight blue shirt that hugged her body nicely. Her ripped jeans would not be very flexible but she was in no mood to be picky. Looking around her she bowed to the darkness smiling. She had no audience of course, hell she never did, but she might as well enjoy herself. She started to dance using the whole floor. Her hips swung and her legs shifted gracefully. God she wished some days she had a partner. She knew better though. She rarely ever meets anyone, let alone someone who loves to dance. Her dancing continued until she stopped dead in her tracks. What was the point? Dancing was fun, but it got old when your always alone. She sighed heavily and stepped back into her shoes. Might as well go find some food. That was usually the highlight of her night. Why the hell was she so damn lonely? She lived in the city of lovers why was she the only one in this god dam country that was by herself? Whatever she didn't care anymore. If fate had led her to be like this then she was just going to go with it. Growling she grabbed her jacket and looked around her once more. It was a shame this place went down hill. It really was gorgeous. She loved architecture sometimes. It just amazed her sometimes how a human could make something so beautiful. Mostly humans just made a mess of their life. She had only met a few who actually were worth a ponder. But that did not matter, she was one of the damned and humans were not supposed to be in her interest. Glancing at the door she sighed and slowly walked towards it. Might as well go hunting there was nothing better to do...

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[rider]

A loud, slow and altogether appreiciative clap began to echo throughout the ballroom. It filled the darknes sin such a way that it was at the same time coming from nowhere, yet was everywhere at once.

"Bravo, madmoiselle. That was truly beautiful." The voice was deep, deeper than any mans voice should be. But still the speaker was nowhere to be seen. Indeed if one peered into the darkness with the eyes of a vampire and the noteriety of their sight in the dark, one would expect to see skin at least. But there was nothing.

Suddenly the unique acoustics of the hall came back into play, and another strange noise could be heard. Thump thump click it went. Again, it echoed around the hall so you could not tell the origin of the noise, but that was soon revealed. Emerging into the moonlight on stage was a very large, dark skinned man. He must have been at least six and a half feet tall, and well over 250 pounds - but that was muscle, not fat. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a shirt of a lighter shade underneath, and the moonlight shone off of his bald head. He looked to be about 40 years old with a broad, flat nose and a mouthful of almost perfect white teeth. Even at that distance, when he grinned Zoey could see that his canines were very slightly elongated.

In his left hand was a cane to match his stature, and he used this to poke something out of sight before putting it to one side. Quietly at first but getting louder, raspy sounding music filled the air. It wasn't long before the dust was gone off the old record however, and the music begane playing loud and strong. Shostakovich' Second Waltz.

Giovanni leaned foreward slightly and offered her his hand. "May I have this dance, m'lady?"

[*Zoey Boyko]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Zoey whipped around as a voice filled the ballroom. Her eyes peered through the darkness but nothing could be seen. Frowning in confusion she stepped in the direction she thought she heard the voice. Who would have thought that anyone else would be in here? Zoey raised a brow curiously as a dark skinned man emerged from the shadows. His voice was deep and booming and the acoustics of the room made him seem intimidating Zoey smiled and tilted her head acknowledging him. What was this man doing in here? She felt embarrassed realizing he had been watching. Of course, the one time she was not alone, someone was looking on at her. Zoey watched as he used his cane to poke something in the dark. Curiously she slowly stepped forward as music started to fill the empty ballroom. Impressed she crossed her arms leaning against a post in the middle of the dance floor. The man approached her and held his hand out. Dance? With him? She had not had a dance partner in years. Smiling she nodded and took his hand pulling him to the middle of the dancefloor. She pretended to curtsie, but of course she had jeans on not a fancy ballroom dress. God she wished. She always wanted a nice expensive dress that of course, could only be worn on certain occasions. "I have not danced with a partner in a long time monsieur" she admitted as a smile curved once again on her lips. IT would be fun, though, to try once again. Getting her arm in position she looked up at the man. He seemed to be in his early forties by her guess. "What dance shall we do?"

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