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Celeste Lianne Tinsley

"The heavens frown upon you today."

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a character in “Loving Thy Enemy 1x1”, as played by serotoninlove

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"The heavens frown upon you today."





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Character’s full name: {Celeste Lianne Tinsley} | {Heavenly Vines} | {Dislikes)
Character’s nickname: {Cellie} | {Childhood Nickname} | {Likes, depending on who uses it)
Birth date: 12/01
Gender: Female
Sexural Orientation: Unknown, likely heterosexual, virgin
Age: 300




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Physical appearance

} Celeste was no stranger to good looks. Her family was quite known for their facial accomplishments, and she was no exception to their rule. Her dark, naturally wavy hair never seemed to need to be fixed nor touched-up; falling effortlessly at her shoulders it seemed to shine even in the darkest of rooms. Even when she wore it up in a sleek bun, it seemed to bounce effortlessly in the air, catching attention from anyone nearby. It kisses delicately at her collarbones, one of the palest spots of her smooth skin. She was quite fair, even for a Vampyre, and she took pride in her skin not looking a day over 150.

} At 5'10, she towers over many of the women in her family, but it by no means the tallest Tinsley woman. She enjoys her height, often pairing it with tall heels to further dominate over others, she loves feeling superior and often lashes out when she doesn't. Her lanky form is often caught strutting around the halls, not unlike a runway model. Even when getting a simple book from the library,

} Celeste is a woman of many facial expressions, her nose often crinkles in disapproval, and her grey-blue eyes will wax and wane to show each and every emotion the young woman feels. Her father always loved this characteristic, but to everyone else, they saw her expressions as signs of a ticking time bomb.










Personality


} Loving and open when she wants to be. On the right days, she is the brightest light in the room, catching everyone's attention and leaving them smiling. She can be bubbly, bright, and beautiful. On these days she is highly creative, often found painting or sitting at the piano, showing off one of her numerous skills. On these days, her father cannot praise her enough.

} On the other hand, Celeste can be filled with a wrath befitting a deadly ruler. Throwing plates, screaming, and clawing are not beneath her, and it is often impossible to pin point what would have set her off. It could be that her favorite dress had been put away improperly, or that she didn't win during chess against a subordinate. Regardless, her wrath is so well known amongst the household that all it takes is one knowing look between master and servant to know to keep away for the afternoon. On these days, her father simply looks the other way, quietly ashamed that his youngest child possesses so much anger.

} Lastly, is the third of her moods. A deep melancholy that can last for a few moments, or several years. She refuses to leave the bedroom, and would often be found surrounded by her finest jewels, crying quietly about how beautiful they were. If anyone one were to believe such a thing, it was likely that Celeste was the only bipolar vampyre in existence.









Abilities
Celeste possesses what is known as a the Renaissance ability, all she must to is watch or listen to any piece of art be performed or created, and she can immediately replicate the process. Over the years she has refined this ability, and can now take one look at a piece, and recreate it within minutes, regardless of the medium or difficulty level. She also practices light telepathy, but this is a Tinsley skill that can only be used amongst her family members.

Weakness
Like most Vampyre kind, she is susceptible to the sunlight, and has a great fear of the mighty star. She is also put off by the advances of men, and does not take flirtatious behavior lightly.









Goals
Immediate goals:
Finishing reading every book in the family library | Training her new doberman, Princess IV
Long-term goals:
To be better than all of her sisters in the arts | Finally feel the touch of a man without nearly killing him








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Past
Hometown: Los Angeles

Pets: Numerous, she receives a new critter from her father every year

Dream job: Renaissance Artist

Education: 5 Master's Degrees










Present
Current location: Los Angeles
Currently living with: The Tinsleys
Finances: Heiress

Family
Mother: Lianne Tinsley, DECEASED
Relationship with her: Was never healthy
Father: Groumond Tinsley
Relationship with him: Very loving, she is his favorite which she uses to her advantage
Siblings: Sisters - Yvette, Chantall, Denira, Selena
Relationship with them: Highly competetive


Traits
Optimist | Extrovert | Cautious | Highly Emotional
Disorderly and messy | Relaxing | Confident | Animal lover

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So begins...

Celeste Lianne Tinsley's Story

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    2019-02-07 01:42:08 by HalliwellSlytherin

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Los Angeles - 6:30 PM - Tinsely Villa

The Tinsley's Villa was all made up, Lord Tinsley spared no expanse for the lavishness of the evening. Everything gleamed with the class and accomplishment of a family of their age and wisdom. works of art, by the old masters, hung nearly to every wall. A wise historian or artist could appreciate having so many of the greats together in one place. Despite living so very long, Niko did not see the true purpose of displaying so many expansive works in the same place, besides simply showing off. As guests poured into the Villa, Niko hung close to the walls trying to keep his mind busy. He was to be married the next day, and his courtship with this young lady wasn't quite usual. In fact, he'd hadn't even met his bride yet, only witnessed her beauty in the portrait her father sent him, enclosed with a letter of his demands for her hand. No doubt the money he paid Groumond went to much of the funding of this party and the festivities tomorrow, which he wasn't privy to the planning off. He wasn't even permitted to add names to the guest list, not that he had anyone to really invite other than Gregoire and Elena. They have been his only true companions these past few decades of isolation and atonement. That's the life, you lead when your family has been killed off over the course of four centuries.

His eyes wondered the party, looking for any familiar faces, he was able to recognize several gazes and glances attached to rather painful memories for him. 'No, I mustn't think of that right now. he thought to himself, 'This is a happy event, they expect you to be the joyous bridegroom not the sullen widower' He parted he left the wall, he'd been so comfortable against and found a window to lean near, his eyes looking at a large ornately decorated portrait. His eyes widened, as he examined what looked like him dressed in traditional garb, holding out his arm for a young woman that he could only presume was he to be the bride. He was told they were having a wedding portrait done but he'd never sat for it. They must have just used an old oil painting from nearly three hundred years ago, for the man in the picture did not properly represent the man he was today. My God, my hair hasn't been that long in two hundred years. "Niko!" he heard a male voice approach him, followed by a female French voice. He flung around to, see Greg with a giant smile from ear to ear. Elena, nestled in Greg's arm spoke coyly. "Ce lot est plutôt flamboyant oui?" Niko nodded at his remark, "More then one can expect of Gregoire's relatives." Niko responded. Greg laughed not bothered by the remarks, "Well, we all must aspire to be greater than our family." he said and kissed Elena on the cheek.

"So Niko," Greg started, "Have you met your blushing bride yet?" Niko shocks his head, in response, he hadn't been introduced to Celeste yet. "Only to depictions of her." he pointed to the painting. Greg looked at nodded, "Aw, you saw your wedding present then, I'm told my father had one of the premiere artists paint it for you both, he spared no expense."

Niko looked at Greg in shock,"And yet didn't think to have me sit for it." he shook his head. 'Or he just wanted to show how merciful he is, depicting me as a peasent, and his daughter as a Goddess.' She did look stunning in the portrait thou, and it did excite him a little to finally meet this girl.

"Come Niko," Greg said pointing to the crowd, "They are gathering at the table for dinner, you will meet my sister there," he said as the three of them walked into the dining room.


Greg and Elena took their seats, far from Niko, he had been placed towards the head of the table to the left of Groumond himself. The man hadn't arrived yet, but the place settings indicated Groumond's place at the head, his wife Narissa's place at his right, Niko to his left, and Celeste Lianne Tinsley was seated to Niko's left. He would meet his bride soon, and they would have an entire dinner to talk before their marriage, not Ideal but what can you expect from Pureblood vampires?

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Los Angeles - 6:45 PM - Tinsely Villa

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"This is...." Celeste took one step, her rage building as her deep blue gown fluttered around her feet, "Absolutely...." And another, closing the gap between herself and the third poor soul sent to fetch her that evening, "ABSURD." Finally, she begins to shriek. With no shame or care for the guests two stories below, Celeste was hellbent on letting the poor innocent maid know just how much she resented this arrangement. She had kept quiet and submissive on the matter for far too long, but finally, the seal had broken.

"I thought this was a JOKE. A rouse, something Daddy schemed up to make me play nice for a night or two, but to send me off, truly, to a stranger?!" Celeste shrieked again, causing the nameless maid to tremble in fear. Fangs barred, Celeste Tinsley was quite a vision in this state. Her ballgown was made of the finest materials, imported from Italy, her hair had taken 5 hours to finish, each curl delicately adorned with black pearls. She was a vision, and she was furious. Ignoring that she had months to prepare for this evening, it all seemed to hit the woman at once. She stomped across her bedroom, her brute strength causing the floors to creak, likely causing flakes of painted drywall to break and fall into the room below.

"Do they not acknowledge my freedoms? My artistic whims that cannot be confined by a MAN!" Celeste spoke passionately, gloved arms thrown about with each syllable. Her hair was everywhere, creating a manic halo around her head. The perfect vision was beginning to break. This was the perfect example of Celeste's notorious fits, and the impossible wrath held inside the vampyre woman.

"Mam, I just... I'm sorry but I'm just here to tell you that drinks are being served." The maid cowered in the corner, as close to the door as possible. Celeste did not bother to recall her name, at this point her emotions were pushed past their point of no return.

"DRINKS?!" With impressive speed, Celeste hurls herself across the room to her four post bed, rips down one of the posts, and uses it as a stake; launched from the far end of the room, the maid had just enough time to dive out of the way, slipping through the door and out into safety. The makeshift weapon lodged itself into the wall, and stuck out rather comically. "Argh!!" Celeste yells again, unsure if it's in triumph or agony.

Moments later, another knock falls upon her door. "I swear, the next weapon I throw will strike true!" Celeste growls, turning away from the door to throw herself onto her now destroyed bed. She hears the door creak open, but does not move to investigate. Alternatively, she curls into a ball of despair, regressing in age to about 100. Small, moody, vulnerable.

"My daughter.... what has gotten you into such a state?" A soft yet powerful voice called into the room. It was her father, Lord Groumond Tinsley. The only man that could tame her. She looked up, to see him in his finest suit. She shook her head, a nonverbal signifier between the two that she was too emotional to speak.

"Our guests are arriving, and your future husband is here, he's quite handsome, so the maids are saying. Join me downstairs." He coaxes her out of the bed, fixing her curled hair and straightening her dress. As the youngest daughter, Groumond always babied Celeste, even at 300 years old. "You know, I could hear you from my quarters, your wrath is not unlike your mother's..."

"Why must you make me do this?" She finally asks, putting on a childish pout, ignoring the commentary about her late mother. It was still too painful to address, their relationship had never been strong and her death came long before they were able to fix their relationship.

"You'll understand after the first 100 years or so, you'll even grow to love each other, I'm sure." Lord Groumond said with a knowing smile, eyes flashing as if he remembered something he could never mention.

"You can make me marry him, but you can't stop me from loathing him." She said defiantly, obviously defeated. Celeste finally stood, throwing a look into the mirror of her vanity nearby. Together they left, arm-in-arm, and made their way towards the dining room.

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Los Angeles - 7:00 PM - Tinsely Villa

Niko, sat in silence as the table bubbled with chatter, and whispers. The voiced seemed to all say the same thing in different ways. "Oh he looks just like Werner." there mutters and gossip of his appearance made him clench his teeth. he never knew his grandfather only heard stories of the man. His accomplishments on the Vampire High Council. Typical high-class gossip, honestly he wanted to shove something up each of their ass, but no... he had to play nice. He was in a room filled with people who as of two weeks ago would have killed him on the spot, many of which have killed a number of his relatives. His eyes darted back observing the room, looking for faces he knew. In his head, he kept reciting their names and places of death. So much death and such little justice were given. In truth, he was only really given one thing of value to him at all, and that was his title and family lands restored to him.

"Oh look you must be Nikolai." a voice broke Niko from his train of thought. Looking up he noticed a rather pretty woman staring at him from across the table. "I don't suppose you know who I do you, but I know you, you're the groom." It was Groumond's wife, Nerissa or something.

"No, I know who you are Lady Tinsley."

The woman smiled, in a seductive grin. "Please call me Nerissa." she said twirling her hair around her finger.

He tried hard to ignore the woman, as some kind of recuse was going on above their heads. Her remarks merely implied that Celeste was not having it this evening. honestly, he couldn't blame her, he surely didn't want to be here sitting nicely like a good little boy in church. he cocked his head out looking to a servant, motioned for them to come and whispered to them. "There is a present in my car, for Lady Celeste, please make sure it is placed with her things for tomorrow." the servant nodded and parted. It was a small token for his blushing bride as Greg called her. A multitude of things he inherited from his grandmother when she left this world. The truth little to Niko's knowledge was that the smallish chest was his grandmother's hope chest and its contents of which included one wedding dress of the finest linen, jewels, and jewelry adorned with her own royal seal, and A Diamond Tiara with a red garnet encrusted in the middle. Niko had found the box, in a closet and felt he had no use for such things, but his bride would surely enjoy them. He did pull one thing out of it though, a small box that contained his grandmother's engagement ring, he felt like it was prudent that he give Celeste such a thing in person, even if their enganment was a little abnormal.

The table stood, as a servant introduced "His Lordship Groumond Demitri Urien Auberon Tinsley and Lady Celeste Lianne Tinsley." Niko stood with the table and his eyes widen. She was truly a sight, her blue gown perfectly fixated around her body. All in all, if he had too wed someone at least she was pleasant enough to look at.

"Oh poor thing must've been fighting the staff again." Nerissa tested.

"She's Beautiful." Niko spoke, his eyes never leaving her. He wasn't alone in his comment as a multitude of others seemed to agree, one even commented under his breath that she was far too good to be saddled with von Lunkhofen for a surname. normally he would have socked that man for speaking ill of him, but not today he was far too entranced at the moment.

"aww look at that Puppy Love." Nerissa teased, "Honey, she's gonna tear your heart out."

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Los Angeles - 7:05 PM - Tinsely Villa

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Despite throwing a massive tantrum earlier, Celeste was completely changed by the time she entered the first floor, and was a shining and radiant vision when they finally entered the dining hall. Although she was a talented raging monster, she possessed the uncanny ability to be the perfect lady when the occasion called for it. And hell, did she love being announced before entering a room.

Celeste quickly scanned the room, hunting for her husband to be, hunting for an unfamiliar face, hunting for him when she found Nikolai. She was pleased to see that he looked taken back by her pure radiant beauty, and this caused her to shake her head, flipping her hair about in an overly confident fashion. She shot a look over to her much hated step-mother, Nerissa, who was visibly jealous that so much attention was on the young bride.

Celeste was eating it up, she loved the attention, and was already planning ways to piss off Nerissa. She sauntered over to the front of the table, diligently following her father with her hands held together lightly just under her breasts. As she passed Nikolai, she threw him a look that teetered between hatred and amusement. He's probably just as uncomfortable as I am.... She threw him a wink for good measure, which drew a few chuckles from nearby patrons.

"Many thanks to all for being here tonight to celebrate the union of two great houses." Groumond started, taking his spot at the head of the table. "My pride and joy, Celeste, and my soon to be son, Nikolai, will create a joining that will go down in vampyre history!" A look of triumph spread across his face, mixed with a mysterious unrecognizable emotion. "Let the evening begin!"

As everyone sat, Celeste found herself eager to speak with Nikolai, but she figured she shouldn't come across as too easy. What's come over me? I hate this... and yet.....

As the courses were served, she continually found herself leaning in towards him, only to immediately sit up straight again. She found herself feeling nervous for what was possibly the first time in her entire undead life. Oh... fuck it.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," She said to him quietly, knowing that all eyes and ears were on them. "I hope you travelled well, and that nobody was much of a nuisance." Celeste shot another look at her step mother, who was absent-mindedly twirling her fried blonde hair whilst flirting with anyone nearby.

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Los Angeles - 7:20 PM - Tinsely Villa

Niko's gaze never left Celeste as she walked towards him, revealing a small distinguished smile. She was young, much younger than he was, that really wasn't a problem but he wondered if they would have anything to talk about. Did they enjoy the same things, although he doubted her favorite passions including scaling The Louvre, combatting a security force and the police before making it home for breakfast, yet she may enjoy the trinkets he's come across in his adventures.

Clearly, the portraits didn't do her justice she was far more than a mere goddess. she was, really everything he could have hoped she would be, in appearance anyway. He'd have to dig in her mind, to understand her mental capabilities later, it would be a long marriage indeed if she was a dimwitted as some, his mind thought her Nerissa who currently flirting to the man seated to her left. 'Such an interesting relationship' Niko thought.

Groumond spoke with comfort and ease all was well now as if hundreds of years of history just vanished. He had what he wanted, the last van Lunkhofen safely under his thumb. Where they can't cause any trouble, Niko would be family and that meant he could be trusted. throughout the evening he tried to talk to Groumond, after his little opening speech he felt there were still things unanswered. But alas, he seemed more interested in watching his wife flirt now, 'getting stranger relationship'.

Despite wanting to he tried despicably hard not to look to his betrothed too much. pure business transaction' he thought to himself regarding the match. but his eyes did wander and, he saw her drifting to him ever so slightly. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and let her lean against his body. There would be plenty of time for that later though, no need to cause a stir at dinner. He tried to speak to her, at this time but his voice rang silent. Everything he wanted to say to her could be summed up in a single glance. "You will not want for anything, I will protect you, and love you every morning, and every evening you will be my shining star in a sea of the night when I am lost you will bring me home again."

Alas, all his words could muster at that moment were, "The Pleasure is mine, and it was far not too far to travel" he smiled, trying to sound genuine. "I just don't like very much being on show." he leaned in to whisper to her.

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Los Angeles - 7:37 PM - Tinsely Villa

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Celeste smiled coyly, My whole family lives for putting on a show, welcome to it, love. She leaned back over her plate, and looked at her father, who looked rather pleased with himself. Groumond was not one to brag, but he certainly wasn't below physically showing when he was proud of how his schemes effortlessly worked out. Groumond held up his drink to her, nonverbally saluting their marriage. She raised her's in response, and took a deep drink from her wine glass filles with o-neg. Celeste's gaze drifted around the table, bouncing between guests, and admiring the ornate decor scattered about the table. She licked her lips, clearing the last of the blood from her palette.

Her eyes locked with her favorite sister, Keira, and the young woman smiled brightly. Keira always understood Celeste, even when she was at her worst. Celeste always found a friend in Keira- unlike the rest of her sisters who were highly competitive. Keira was put into an arranged marriage 50 years prior, and was rather happy with her husband. As an older sister, Keira took the liberty of giving Celeste a plethora of advice about this arrangement. The majority of the advice revolved around Celeste's need to stop being such a "control freak."

Celeste brought her attention back to Niko, ready to break the silence again. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, she found herself deliciously nervous again. Her undead heart nearly stopped when he looked at her, and she felt a strange fuzzy feeling developing at the base of her neck. She shook this off in an attempt to gain control over herself, but it was futile. Originally, she wanted to hate this man. She still despised the concept of being sent off to a stranger like livestock, but now... she was intoxicated by his energy.

She flipped her hair off of her shoulders, and looked at him intently. "Tell me, Nikolai, how would you spend your days if you were mortal?" This was, of course, a loaded question. If he showed too much interest in the human world, he would be seen as inferior, but if he showed none at all he would be considered egoic and self-absorbed. There was a fine line between being refined, and righteous.

"Personally, outside of enjoying a day in the sun, I would love to visit one of those children's theme parks. They seem so.... is wholesome the right word?" She grinned, knowing how surreal it would be for a specimen like herself to be seen in Disneyland.

"Could you see me somewhere like that?" Another loaded question, he knew nothing about her outside of her looks. She was testing him, but on what she was unsure.

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Los Angeles - 7:20 PM - Tinsely Villa

"Oh, that is an interesting question." He pondered her words for a few moments, he'd never really thought about something so trivial before. It was refreshing to talk to someone that made him think, "I think," Choosing his words carefully, he had to tread lightly on the subject he didn't want to seem overly interested in the affairs of humans after all. "I wouldn't really spend it all that differently, just being with good friends and enjoying the world is all I really need in this life." he grimaced, "I suppose feeling the sun would be nice though, but whose to say Porphyria isn't a genetic condition, not indicative of our species?" he looked at her gently and realized her may have over thought his answer a bit, but that was just something that he'd have to live with now because he always stood by what he said.

A passage did come to mind from a book he'd read recently, that seemed to fit the mood well he'd never really understood it too well but he supposed it was because he wasn't mortal and never would understand such things.

He spoke, he didn't mean to speak but the words just came out and before long he was saying an entire monologue. [i]"Oh, listen to that band! They're going away from us; one has gone altogether, gone forever. We're left alone to begin our life over again, . . . We've got to live . . . we've got to live, . . .

A time will come when everyone will know what all this is for, why there is this misery; there will be no mysteries and, meanwhile, we have got to live . . . we have got to work, only to work! Tomorrow I'll go alone; I'll teach in the school, and I'll give all my life to those who may need me. Now it's autumn; soon winter will come and cover us with snow, and I will work, I will work.

The music is so happy, so confident, and you long for life! O my God! Time will pass, and we shall go away for ever, and we shall be forgotten, our faces will be forgotten, our voices, and how many there were of us; but our sufferings will pass into joy for those who will live after us, happiness and peace will be established upon earth, and they will remember kindly and bless those who have lived before. Oh, dear sisters, our life is not ended yet. We shall live! The music is so happy, so joyful, and it seems as though in a little while we shall know what we are living for, why we are suffering. . . . If we only knew -- if we only knew!"



Niko looked up, realizing what he had just spoken, "I'm sorry this is a joyous occasion and I've gone and quoted Chekhov." he laughed a little bit, in the past things never went well when he started quoting some of the various books he's read, at least he hadn't thought up one of Poe's works although that may have fit the other guests more admirably. "I do enjoy Chekhov, but you were talking about theme parks, weren't you? I am sorry, yes I suppose I could see you at one they tend to bring a multitude of people of all backgrounds anyone and everyone can be found at one of those, I don't know you well at all Celeste, true but yes I think you would find something you'd enjoy quite well there." He hadn't noticed the guests looking at him, watching him speak such passionate and sullen words, his eyes were fixed on Celeste where they would remain glued for an eternity.

"Now. he smiled, having to talk quite a lot by now. "Now I think it's my turn to ask you something, right? Well quite simply answer me this, what do you hope for in this marriage?" Eyes from across the room zoomed in on their conversation Nerissa, Garamond, Kiera, even Greg and Elena watched the new couple talk.

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Los Angeles - 7:55 PM - Tinsely Villa

Niko felt a sudden rush of excitement at the prospect of sharing some of the literature he's collected over the many decades of self-isolation. The idea that she had interest at all in some of the things that brought him joy was enough for him to think there might be a sliver of happiness in this marriage after all. That is to say before her melodrama, he could empathize with Celeste she was still so young and he was so much her senior it was probably an unsightly thought. But Niko still thought of himself as some old man cradle robbing a young and vibrant soul, he forgets that to the normal population Niko and Celeste would look about the same age.

His eyes glared up at the table, that spoke volumes go back to your meal. many obliged him, a few curious souls remained. Without taking note, he looked to Garamond and whispered. "and you treat your own flesh and blood this way, do you see now why your beliefs are dangerous?"

Garamond passed it off and whispered back, "She knows her place, Nikolai that is the difference between myself and your late father. My children know their place in this world is to serve and honor the family above all."

" at what cost though?" Niko muttered under his breath but he could tell Garamond heard him.

Garamond frowned, "It hardly concerns you, Nikolai. Remember the alternative if you and Celeste do not wed is still on the table until after the wedding."

Niko winced, turning his attention back to his meal he remembered the deal he made with the old man all too well. He had two choices marry Celeste and live a long immortal life with her or be executed as a traitor and rebel of the vampire cause. Although Niko didn't fear death, he disliked giving Garamond the pleasure of killing the last of the von Lunkhofens'.

Taking a handkerchief from his pocket he gently handed it to Celeste and whispered to her, "We are both prisoners in this arrangement, be it different ways. But I hope you will find some hope and happiness with me, Celeste. After all even the caged bird sings."

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Los Angeles - 8:00 PM - Tinsely Villa

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Celeste entirely missed what was said between Niko and her father, but she didn't care. She was unbelievably moved by his gesture. What a gentle man.... She thought, as she wiped at her eyes with his handkerchief. She was thankful that dinner was nearly over, Celeste had grown quite anxious to steal a moment alone with Nikolai. She looked around the table once again, and was pleased to see that most everyone was minding their own business and enjoying their desserts and wine. Delicate chocolates were plated before her, but she found she fancied something else. Sticking to blood for the evening, Celeste took another large sip from her blood-infused wine.

"Thank you, you're very generous." Celeste handed him back his handkerchief, but not before taking a quick moment after wiping her tears to deeply inhale his scent from the cloth. Cologne, old paper, and something else.... She envisioned clouds of browns and reds, all clashing together. Once again, he made her wish to paint. The young woman had always been sensitive to scents. It was no specialty of hers by any means, but she found herself intoxicated once again my Nikolai. Usually she could get a knack for someone's intents or their general emotions from a quick whiff, but here she was completely lost outside of a deeper yearning to understand this man further.

"Delicious." She accidentally said aloud, yet she played it off as if she intended to say this single daring word. "I think it's time for us to take a walk, wouldn't you agree?" She said this quietly, knowing her father would want them to stay for the entirety of the meal. "Meet me in the foyer."

She stood slowly, excusing herself with an exclamation of wanting to freshen up. Celeste smiled brightly at every face staring at her. Give them the show they ask for.... She flipped her hair, and strutted confidently out of the room, letting her hips rock back and forth, accentuating every curve. Her blue gown was perfect for the evening, and she was thankful that she had put in the extra effort.

Celeste made her way to the foyer, and sat down on the bench, waiting not so patiently for her husband-to-be. She placed her hands together in her lap and tried to relax, but her undead heart seemed to be pounding visibly. Her chest seemed to be quivering, and she begged her body to calm down.