Roman De Luca's Story

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Dialog Hex: #5a1823
October 28 || Nighttime

xxxxxx Ophelia arrived back at Lake Grove at early evening. Her bright red Ferrari came to a halting stop in front of the town’s local hotel. “Basically Four Seasons” she stated with an eye roll. The last time she’d been here she’d compelled a women to take her into her house, but present day that just wouldn’t have worked. So here she was, the girl whom was used to all the glitz and glamour in life, checking into a dump. This better be worth it, Ophelia thought to herself but knowing full and well that she just had to know what was going to happen to this town with the other vampire’s back.

Ophelia herself was a striking difference to the rest of the town, while it all seemed old and rustic, she was young and modern. How ironic, Ophelia thought as she took in the fact that she was 413 years old. Although she looked none of it with her thin legs and bouncy hair, her soul was ancient. Her body was adorned in tight black leather pants, a black tank top and a leather jacket, all completed with curly hair and black pumps. Defiantly up with the times, and the bad girl image.

After checking into the hotel, putting her bags away and applying a bit more red lipstick Ophelia was out the door again, time not to be wasted with such important things going on. It was better to get things done quickly so she could leave as soon as possible.

She found herself in a local bar, ordering tequila on the rocks, slowly sipping it while she looked around. The town had the same appeal as it did back in the day and somehow somethings never changed. Grinning to herself she remembered the good old days, having the wonderful woman that welcomed her into her house for dinner every night, rivalries with the other vampires, tricking the witches into giving her what she wanted, life was perfect here.

Ophelia took this chance to listen in on other conversations, see if she could pick up on something useful to her. She focused her hearing and she tried to distinguish voices. Between the bickering couples and drunk men she heard two girls talking about a party. Perfect, she thought.

After she heard Halloween party Ophelia couldn’t help but smile, her love for costumes running deep. Oh the irony. Swiftly she slipped off the stool and went back home to whip up the perfect costume.

An hour later Ophelia was ready, adorned in a slutty nurses costume with fake blood splotches splattered across her body and 7 inch red high heels. With her dark makeup Ophelia looked equally terrifying and sexy, the main two things she is always trying to achieve.

Getting into her red Ferrari Ophelia skidded off towards the party, arriving fashionably late. Slipping out of her car she looked around at everyone, a smirk growing on her face as she scanned the area searching for familiar faces. It was good to be back.

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Willow slid down the banister of the staircase that lead to a tiny door squeezed between the general store and pet store. Her apartment was far from glamorous, nestled a top the old general store. But the rent was cheap and she was able to stay under the radar. She needed a costume for the stupid halloween party. She liked halloween but going around a bunch of retarded towns people that call her a freak isn't always her cup of tea. She skipped down the sidewalk, blasting music in her earbuds as she made her way towards the only costume store in this tiny little town.

Will was just minding her own business as she bounced down the road, her thoughts on the coming events with the return of the vampires when a figure jumped out right in front of her causing her to come to a stop like slamming into a brick wall. Glancing up while she pulled out her earbuds, she prepared to unleash a bunch of wrath upon the person that interrupted her favorite song. "What the-" She was cut off mid sentence by some of those preachy church people that had a stand out on the sidewalk in front of the town church.

Before she even had the chance to say no thank you or just ignore them and walk around, one woman had already began preaching to her. "something something Going to hell! Repent!... blah blah Reject this Satanic holiday that draws the Demons of hell to Lake Grove. Vampires! Witches! ABOMINATIONS!" Will was about to just walk around the stupid woman but couldn't help but smirk at the mention of the, most definitely real, abominations. "...Witches you say?" "Oh yes," the woman added in an amused tone that showed she was more than thrilled that Willow was taking and interest in her bogus testimony.

"Lake Grove is home to some of the most powerful witches in the world. Rumor even says that The Phoenix witch resides in this exact town!" She was truly amused at this very oblivious woman, "Phoenix?" A witch that is said to be immortal. They can die but then come back to life shortly after. I strongly advise you keep a wary eye out for those in this town, for they may not be what they seem and take you on the path to hell!" "Witches..." She half snorted as she held out her right hand to catch a green apple that appeared out of nowhere and fell into her hand. Her left hand raising to scratch at the scar that wrapped around her neck, before grinning "Lemme know if you ever find this... Phoenix!" With that she took a bite of the apple while scooting around the woman who's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Will raised her free hand to wiggle her fingers in a wave, "Ta!"

Finally making her way to the costume store, she slipped through the door and waved at the store owner before rummaging through racks and racks of clothing. She was about to give up when she saw bright red fabric sticking out from a rack towards the back of the store. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the irony when she pulled out the sexy dress that was very reminiscent of a Phoenix. Without hesitation, she bought the outfit and quickly returned to her apartment to prepare for the evening. The dress was made of red silk with an open back and a slit up the right side that reached all the way up to her hip. The matching red gloves connected to orange mesh, sequin wings that attached to her black choker. Wearing a black venetian masquerade mask and black stilettos, she finished the look off with gold make up and different assortments of feathers throughout her blonde hair. Over all she looked like a sexy fiery goddess... And she loved it!

Will probably would have been on time to the party if she didn't spend so much time staring in the mirror in aw, not even recognizing her own reflection. She arrived just in time to see a woman slip out of a Ferrari dressed as a slutty nurse costume... typical. "You know... Ferrari's are a rare thing in Lake Grove." She eyed over the car before giving the woman a once over, not very impressed by the typical costume choice. "It'll be easy to find you if you ruffle any feathers." With that Willow twirled past the woman and made her way inside.

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Roman could not be happier now that he's free. It didn't take him long at all to begin to reek some havoc and add a good couple dozen names to the ever growing list. "What the hell am I going to do when I run out of skin?" He thought out loud to himself as he looked over his naked body in the mirror after exiting the shower. He didn't bother putting on a towel or covering his form as he walked throughout his house. He noticed the windows were open, but again he did not care. Considering he thought of himself as basic perfection he didn't see why he needed to hide that from the world, plus he simply had no shame.

Rome sighed as he opened the doors to his closet, eyeing over contents of the quite large walk in that held more clothes than most people could wear in a life time. He chuckled at the irony of his own thought. Making his way to his costume section... Yes, he had a section specifically for his costumes, he tried to decide what to wear. He had it narrowed down to 2, almost going with the Count Dracula. He had always had a love for theatrics and what better than dressing up as a vampire, pure perfection. But instead he decided to go with the classier option, one of his favorites... The Phantom of the Opera.It took him longer than most women to get dressed in the simple black suit, red cape and white mask that covered half of his face. He also made sure to slick back his hair and put black makeup under the eye sockets of the mask for the full effect before he left out of his over priced house. Waiting outside in the driveway was a limo that would escort him to the party.

The limo pulled up to the large party just before a Ferrari pulled in behind him, followed by a woman in all red that must have walked... Pity. He stepped out of the limo, closing the door before adjusting the suit coat and cloak upon his shoulders. He couldn't help but smirk towards the woman in red and the woman dressed in a scandalous Nurse costume... He had no arguments with getting on a first name basis with either. Adding them to a mental list of women to keep his eye on, he nodded his head in a polite greeting towards the girls before heading to the party. Being the gentleman that he is, he felt obliged to hold open the door for the ladies, "Ladies first." Once the blondes had entered, he followed in after them and weaved his way through the crowd towards the bar.

Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a scotch on the rocks before sitting back and taking in the view of the large party. Making sure to glance at every being in the room, he began to make a tally of the people of interest and those that he had no desire of even crossing paths with. One thing he knew for sure... That tonight he would not be leaving alone, or hungry.

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TIME: late evening || MOOD: complacent || ATTIRE: X

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Victoria's fingers grazed the dresses lined in her wardrobe, the varying fabrics smooth against her fingertips. They varied a great deal, as though plucked from different eras of history. Which... they were, technically. Victoria had a habit of collecting little 'souvenirs' as she went through the decades. A string of pearls that she purchased in France during what history called the 'revolution period'. An intricately painted fan collected during her short spiel in Japan. A hand-made maja from Spain. Such things would have made any antique dealer tremble with anticipation. But money wasn't something Victoria was in short supply of, and she had no intention of selling her precious trinkets to some pawnbroker.

Even through her banishment, some of her souvenirs had lasted. The witches had wiped almost any indication of her existence from the town, but they'd missed a couple of spots here and there. The hidden basement where she had kept some of her rarer possessions, for one. Tragically, many of the things had fallen victim to age without someone to care for them. Some of the dresses had rotted with damp, or been laid waste to by moths. Of what had been at least fifty varying gowns, only twelve remained. Such is the way, isn't it?

She didn't want to make to much of a fuss this time around. Escapes from oblivion didn't come often, and she wasn't so sure she'd succeed a second time around. So best not to piss off any covens.


That had been her initial thought, anyhow. But then she'd discovered that the all-powerful coven that had once sought to punish her was now dust to the wind. The witches, or at least most of them, were gone for reasons she did not know. Whatever it was that caused them to disappear, it must have been nasty.

Albeit really convenient.

So now? Now she had bigger plans. Basically? Enjoy her days back in the land of the living. And if that meant attending a costume party, then why not?

And besides, how was her doppelganger fairing? Was this girl as irritating as the last one had been? Victoria's curiosity was insatiable, and it drove her onwards as she pondered costume choices. For a moment, she considered an angel outfit, for the sake of the irony. Then she considered an Anne Boleyn look, complete with a line of blood across her neck. Then she thought about going as Cleopatra, but her near-obsession with historical accuracy caused that idea to flee as quickly as it had come.

Her wandering finger settled on a flapper dress of silver. She'd gotten it in the 1920's, and it was her favourite of the dresses that she had worn as she paraded around New York City, attending parties and drinking the blood of her fellow guests and party-goers. She took the hanger off the rack, and looked at the dress. Its rhinestone dappled surface glittered enticingly, and a smile fluttered to her lips. "Perfect."

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About an hour later, Victoria was walking up the wooden steps of the vast estate. The dress had slipped on as easily as it had ninety years ago, and glittered with the same enthusiasm as the earrings worn to match. As an Eric, a pheonix, and a nurse disappeared inside, a woman dressed as Marie Antoinette approached her with a wide smile. "Leonora, dear, you look wonderful! What a beautiful dress!" A powdered hand rose to adjust her ivory wig, and with her other, she gestured to the door. "Come on in, the party is just getting started!"

With a smile towards the woman, Victoria entered the house, passing over the doorway with ease. Cheers, Marie.

A waiter wearing nothing but a bowtie and trousers offered her a glass of champagne. As she brought the glass to her lips, she frowned slightly, tasting the name that undoubtedly belonged to her doppelganger on her tongue. "'Leonora', huh?" For a second, she wondered about what might happen if her dear lookalike decided to show up, but she quickly brushed any caution from her mind. After, she was at a party, for goodness sake.

Caution was not part of the agenda.

“Hey mum, you can confirm I was here last Friday night, yeah?” Nora asked her mother and she sat on the bench eating her dinner that was some sort of pasta she had found in her mother’s refrigerator. She wasn’t sure how long it had been there, but judging by the fact that is tasted nice she knew her dad must had made it, her mother’s meals always tasted a little strange.
[b“Hmm, yeah,”[/b] He mother said still concentrating on the magazine her hand for a moment longer before looking up. “Oh, yes, I remember last Friday, Chloe brought her baby round and we all took turns holding it. Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Nora said stabbing her pasta with her fork. “It’s just Sarah is all mad at me because I said I couldn’t hang with her last Friday night because I was busy with family stuff, and then apparently she saw me out that night. Which is ridiculous because I was here the whole time." She ranted quickly with wild hand movements, needing to get out her annoyance. Sarah was clearly delusional and she was sick of him being mad at her for nothing.

“Must have just been someone who looked like you,” Nora’s mother replied airly, having picked up her magazine again and was only half paying attention. Having seven girls all go through high school and puberty, her mother no longer cared much for their dramas.

Nora groaned, “it’s just so annoying.”

“What’s annoying Little Leo?” Asked Nora’s eldest sister, Louisa, using the nickname all of Nora’s sister’s used. Her sister strode into the room, with a toddler on her hip and another little girl attached to her ankle. Louisa was Nora’s most gorgeous and glamorous sister, she was always impeccably dressed and was even a model, modelling was all Louisa ever wanted. Of course that was until she met her husband Mark. They got married only six months after meeting, and Louisa happily gave up modelling to become a housewife. Now she had a five your old girl and a two year old boy.

“Oh, nothing,” Nora said dismissively as she reached out to grab her little nephew out of her sister’s arm, cuddling him in her arms. Nora didn’t feel at all ready to settle down and have her own kids, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love them. “Is that what you are wearing?” Cried Nora once, she finally got a look at what her sister was wearing. It was an exact duplicate of the purple velvet dress Nora was wearing, combined with the same pointy witch hat and wand.

Her sister just laughed, and was soon joined by her mother laughing too. “Don’t you love it, my costume is you I’m like your doppelganger,” Louisa explained, even pointing to the little mole she had drawn her face to match Nora’s. “Mum told me what you were going to be wearing.”

“You, were right, the look on Nora’s face was priceless,” chimed in Nora’s mother, laughing boisterously. Nora feigned mad for a little longer before joining in on the laughter, it was funny.

“Alright then we better get going Nora,” her sister said once the laughter had died down. “You sure you’re right to look after the little ones mum?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” their mother said taking the little toddler from Nora’s arms. Then she said her goodbyes and Nora and Louisa left for the town party, dressed like twins.

Louisa and Nora arrived to run into Myrtle Adams who lived across the road from them as children, she was dressed up as Marie Antoinette. “Hi Myrtle,” Louisa said greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. Nora following with a kiss on the cheek also.

“Oh, hello dears. Wait, Leonora, didn’t I just see you go inside, in a, what was it, Oh, yes, a flapper dress?” Myrtle sighed and shook her head, “Gosh, I must be seeing things, the first sign of getting old I think.” Myrtle and the two sisters laughed.

“Don’t worry about it Myrtle, you’re not the only one in this town seeming to have that problem.” Nora replied easily, as she left Louisa and Nora to talk, wandering toward the bar. She ordered herself a very fruity sounding cocktail and whilst waiting for it she turned to the man next to her, he looked familiar but she couldn’t be sure who he was with the mask that was covering half his face. “Phantom of the opera, I love it,” She chirped happily. Her parents had pretty much drilled friendliness into her since birth. “Definitely cooler than my stereotypical witch idea,” She said pointing to her costume. "I've seen at least ten witches since I got here."

“Thank you my dear, I do have a thing for the classics… But Count Dracula was my back up choice,” the man said before leaning in, like he was telling her a secret. “And I’ve seen double the Dracula’s as there are witches here.”

“Really?” Nora replied raising her eyebrows, as she looked around at crowd. She had yet to see a Count Dracula, she would have to keep her eyes out. Then her drink arrived and as she was about to get her money out, the man paid for her drink before she had a chance. She smiled slightly picking up her drink before she turned back to him, Nora’s older sisters had always taught her not to refuse a guy who wanted to pay for you. “Thank you, you’re so sweet,” She said gently as she laid her hand on his arm and leaned into him slightly, a move she had watched her sister do many times. She took a sip of her drink and savoured the flavour for a moment, it was very sweet and had a lot of fruit flavours through it.

“But, if you do not mind me saying, you are by far the best looking Witch at this party.” He said as he gently rubbed fabric of her dress. Though when he dropped his hand it brushed hers and it was so cold, it made a chill go up her spin. It also seemed to make a little nervous too, though she wasn’t sure why.

“Oh, now you’re talking rubbish,” She said waving her hand at him, completely forgetting shew as supposed to be being flirty. “You clearly haven’t seen my sister, she is dressed like a witch too, and she used to be a professional model, so yeah, no contest,” Nora said laughing, he could have used a more convincing line. “You know, she’s actually dressed the exact same as me. Since this Halloween she thought it would be funny to dress up as me,” Nora said taking a step back so she could include some exaggerated arm movements in her explanation. “Mole and all.” The whole time whilst she kind of went off on a rant, he was just kind of watching her with a slight smirk. Leonora couldn’t believe she’d spent her whole thinking guys this attractive couldn’t possibly actually exist, when there was one here, right on front of her.

He then got to his feet and put his up towards her, "Would the beautiful Witch care for a dance?”

Nora took another mouthful of her drink, finishing it of rather quickly before she looked back at him, who was waiting for her answer. “Um,” She said faltering slightly. This guy was really not Nora’s type. He last boyfriend, Geoff, had spent the last two years backpacking around the desert. He was also Buddhist who meditated for two hours a day and gave her healing crystals for her birthday. Basically her type was the complete opposite of the impeccably dressed guy in front of her. “Yeah, sure,” She said with an excited smile after she made up her mind. Who said the very cute guy had to be her type in order for her to dance with him?

She took his arm and led their way to the dancefloor but paused on her way there when she spotted a familiar face. “One, second,” She said smiling softly at her almost dance partner, as she led slightly away from the dance floor. “Phina!” She called as she wrapped her arms around Seraphina’s shoulder. “Mum’s going to be so sad she didn’t get a chance to see you all dressed up. You look gorgeous,” Nora gushed as she held out her arms taking in Seraphina’s floor length gown. “Doesn’t she?” Nora said to over her shoulder to the guy she was about to dance with. Then she turned away from his and back to Seraphina giving her a ‘look and the hot guy I’m with’ look. “Anyway you should find a guy and come dance with us!”

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Willow's gaze drifted slightly, bringing her hand up to scratch her head. But she quickly looked up when she heard the male say, “Oh, and just for the record, I'm not anyone's turf." With that she glanced up beneath her blonde locks to peer at the male with a sly grin, biting on her lip slightly, "Good to know." Of course it wasn't long before the nurse piped up again saying something about Will being childish finishing off with, “I’ll be in touch.” She wanted to reply in some smart ass remark as the nurse walked away, but Will decided to keep her mouth shut. She wasn't scared of the woman, on the contrary she kind of enjoyed frustrating her. She didn't have one doubt in her mind that the woman would most definitely find her again, and she honestly didn't care. She just rather not have half of the damn population of Lake Grove know that she's immortal... for the time being.

Willow peaked over her right shoulder to see Viv in a red hood coming her way, shooting her name, "Will!... Willow! She didn't need the male to say it, she knew that now 4 was most definitely a crowd. The smile on her face fading ever so slightly when he said, “I think, I’m going to get some fresh air, plus me and Ophelia have some catching up to... I hope to see you later." Will nodded in his direction at his comment, her gaze locked on his as he passed her. She was taken by surprise when he leaned in to whisper to her, "A phoenix." Ding Ding Ding We have a winner. She couldn't help but grin at his comment, biting her lip at him. Before he walked off her hand that rested at her side gently reached out to grab his hand, "Don't keep me waiting for too long." Her thumb softly stroked his wrist before she released her hold of him, letting him walk off.

It took her a minute after he had left that his skin was cold... Vampire, obviously. But for some reason this didn't bother her. He wasn't a Doppelganger, she knew what they all looked like, set it to memory. He was just... a vampire. Her grin grew slightly as she made her way over to Vivian, closing the distance quickly. Upon reaching her friend, she grabbed Viv's hands in her own, whispering under a hushed breath, "You have the worst timing, you know that!? She smiled, glancing over her friends costume, "You know that Halloween is like the one day where you could try to dress even the tiniest bit sexy?" She laughed softly before nodded her head in the direction of the bar, "Let's go get a drink."

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Roman couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the girl's ramblings as they sat at the bar. It was adorable, he thought to himself. She was so innocent... So pure, that maybe a small part of him would hate to corrupt such a young being. As of right now, he only wanted to enjoy the company of the beautiful woman. His grin grew as he could tell the wheels were turning in her head as she contemplated the idea of dancing with him. But finally she took his offered hand and said, "Yeah, sure." He let her lead him towards the dance floor, his gaze permanently locked on the beautiful "witch".

Rome was taken by surprise when the girl slipped from his grasp and ran towards yet another gorgeous creature dressed like a princess. The girls were obviously happy to see each other, laughing and what not, and being the gentleman he was her stood there patiently, not minding the conversation. That was until he heard the one dressed like the witch say, “Anyway you should find a guy and come dance with us!” The other girl glanced towards him, Rome nodding his head in a polite greeting as he slowly stepped towards the woman while the Princess said, "A guy huh? I don't think I see anyone willing."

With that, Rome stepped between both girls outstretching a hand in either of their directions, "Well luckily, God seemed so fit to grant me with 2 hands." He smiled in both of their directions, whispering softly while he added, "And I just happened to be an awesome dancer." He chuckled softly, raising a brow towards the women. It was true, he was quite good at dancing and although he had never danced with 2 partners, he didn't think it could be quite hard. Plus, even being the monster he is, couldn't see leaving one beautiful woman alone while he danced with another. Seemed quite logical in his mind to just... Dance with both.

“A guy huh? I don’t think I see anyone willing,” Seraphina joked, and Nora looked up and around to eye off any possible dance partner’s for her pseudo little sister. Seraphina had pretty much grown up with Nora and her sister’s, and Nora had to say, it was nice not being the youngest all the time. Plus Seraphina always just kind of fitted in so naturally into Nora’s family, that sometimes she forgot they weren’t actually sisters. Especially since there were so many girls in the Avery household, no one noticed an extra running around.

Nora always spent most her time convincing random guys to dance with her at these town parties. Since she loved to dance and have fun, and she was too shy to ask anyone. “Look at you, Seraphina, just ask a guy, any of them would die for a chance to dance with you.” Nora said, stubbornly. Seraphina was easily one of the most beautiful people Nora knew, inside and out.

Then she guy she was with stepped forward. “Well luckily, God seemed so fit to grant me with two hands.” He smiled at them both. “And I just happened to be an awesome dancer.” She laughed lightly, and smiled kindly at him for being so sweet. She only hoped he was an awesome dancer, because Nora planned on bringing her A-game.

“Well, that is awfully lucky,” She replied jokingly before turning to Seraphina and giving her a ‘what you are you waiting for’ look, pushing her gently towards the guy and the dance floor. There was no way Nora could just leave Seraphina here alone and go off and dance, it wasn’t in Nora’s nature to leave someone else. So he was glad he had suggested it.

“This is Seraphina,” Nora said introducing Seraphina, “And this is,” Nora paused pointing to her almost dance partner, before she broke out in a laugh. “I don’t know your name,” She said, astounded she had been talking to him for so long and she had no clue what he was called. She placed a hand over her gaping mouth. Nora’s mother would have her head, over this apparent lack of manners. “I’m Leonora by the way,” She said once she stopped laughing, giving him a little awkward wave, feeling it a little late in the conversation for introductions.

“Now let’s go dance,” She said lightly as she twirled her way to the dance floor. “Meet you there,” She called out the two of them as she moved quickly, leaving the two of them behind, ducking around a couple of people who were already dancing and disappearing into the movement of the dance floor. Letting herself get caught up in the music. Nora was always racing ahead of people, just being a little too excited about all life had to offer. After all she had plenty of time to slow down when she was old and decrepit.

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Willow shrugged off the lecture Vivian gave her about the guy being a vampire. Honestly Will didn't care. First of all she had no idea how much longer she would be alive and considering that her time is quickly running out, why not have fun? Plus, just because was a vampire doesn't make him a horrible person. Although, she does enjoy a bad boy. Either way he was a 10 for sure, and if he returns she'll be all over it. Maybe Viv would understand if she knew the truth... She wouldn't tell her but in her mind she figured she'd at least be understanding to an extent if she did know. But either way, they both knew that no one could tame Will so trying to stop her from doing what she wanted was pointless.

When they reached the center of the dance floor, Viv looked at her, "I really hope you don't call me that the whole night, but yes I do. This is a party and I know you'd want to dance so I'm prepared. Besides You didn't think I'd come to a party and not want dance did you?" Will grinned evilly, "Of course I am. And you'd be pretty stupid if you did otherwise, because I'm a dancing machine!" When she said "dancing machine", she spun around probably smacking the surrounding people with her mesh, shaw like wings but she didn't care. They could move.

It was perfect timing, the previous song had just ended, cuing up another song. Considering it was a masquerade ball, unfortunately the music played was generally old orchestral music that made everyone want to waltz like they were on Dancing with the Stars. Not caring what others thought, Will grabbed her friend Viv taking on the male role in the dance by placing her hand on her waist, and using her other hand to hold Vivian's. She began to lead her friend around the dance floor in sync with the other people dancing around, laughing at some of the faces other people were giving them. Again she didn't care, it took a lot to ruffle Will's feathers. As they danced, she realized how close they were to the Doppel she had bumped into moments ago and needing a sneaky way to get a good look at him, she lead Viv into a twirl. While Red Riding Hood spun before her, she glanced over her shoulder at the Phantom of the Opera dressed vampire, when his gaze met hers it sent a chill down her spine.

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Roman's brows rose in slight smirk when Nora said, “Well, that is awfully lucky." He couldn't help but chuckle softly, while shrugging his shoulders slightly. That was when someone bumped into him, trailing before him in a silk outfit of flames or something of that nature, he wasn't quite sure. But what he wasn't expecting was the female to glance back at him, and the second their eyes met, if he had a heart beat it would have stopped. He knew her... She was there when he was trapped 200 years. And by her facial expression she knew him instantly as well. He wanted anything to run over to her and tear her throat out right here, right now. But he had 2 young beauties on his hands, one that was the Doppelganger to Victoria and then her friend. And with all the monsters running around, he worried for this Nora. Not so much for her life, but the life attached to hers... Victoria.

Rome quickly snapped back to reality as the witch introduced her friend and herself, “This is Seraphina, and this is... I don’t know your name. I’m Leonora by the way." He once again chuckled when the girl said she did not know his name. He smiled, grabbing a hand of each of the women before speaking, "I am Roman." Then he leaned over, placing a kiss upon each one of their hands, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Releasing their hands, Nora then said, “Now let’s go dance. Meet you there!" Then in a flash the girl disappeared out onto the dance floor.

Roman shook his head slightly before looking over to the one called Seraphina, "Well she has a personality." He teased with a light hearted smile before the girl said, "So Roman huh? Pleased to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine." He replied before leading the woman in blue out onto the dance floor after Nora. Once they reached Nora, the song had changed to that of a waltz manner. Adjusting his suit, Roman took Seraphina's hand and Nora's, twirling each of them in towards him with a chuckle and a grin. Speaking softly, "Bare with me, I've never danced with 2 partners." Then the moment he concluded his sentence, he shifted a hand to each of their backs guiding them around the dance floor.

Every now and then he'd take turns twirling one of the girls, and dunking the other. He glided them around the floor with ease. When he wasn't spinning them, he had one at each of his sides moving to the flow of the orchestra. When Rome had spun the girls out and away from him, that moment almost felt like it was in slow motion. The 2 brunettes before him mid twirl as his eyes set upon the fiery blonde from before, and when her gaze met his he could sense how uncomfortable he made her. And with that, he grinned menacingly.

"Of course I am. And you'd be pretty stupid if you did otherwise, because I'm a dancing machine!" She should have known that would be her answer. Viv expected her friend to lead the dancing between the two with no problem. She was just that type of person. Vivian couldn't help but chuckle at the faces people were making at them. She had to admit it was strange for two girls to dance together but they didn't exactly have dates to this thing so it was better than waiting around for some guy to ask them. Plus, Vivian preferred to dance with Willow.

As Will lead her into a spin she smiled and giggled. Once the spin was done she took a look at her friends face and frowned slightly. She wasn't sure if it was the slight dizziness from the spin or if her friend saw something that upset her."What's up with you? You're acting like you saw a ghost or something." She lead her friend back into the dance and smiled at her. There was something going on and she had an idea that Will wouldn't tell her. maybe she was wrong, maybe Will was just having a bad day or something.

Nora smiled widely when she was approached by Seraphina and Roman. Then the music changed to more of a waltz vibe. Nora looked up and around to see where the music was being controlled from, but was distracted from her search when Roman took her hand. All night she had been noticing how cold his hands were, it kind of a made shiver go up her spin. Though she smiled again, rolling her eyes playfully as he twirled her and Seraphina towards him.

"Bare with me, I've never danced with 2 partners." He said as he placed a hand on Nora's back and moved her and Seraphina around the floor. Nora had never really danced with anyone who could dance at all, drunken dancing at high school parties included. So she was quite impressed. She even gave Seraphina a look to silently say she was impressed.

"Bare with me too, I've never had to share a partner," Nora replied laughing lightly, as he twirled her away. Nora almost stumbled over her own feet. She'd always been a sloppy dancer. She preferred the feel of dancing that how it looked to other people. She got too caught up in the moment, hands flying, feet going where they like. In the middle of spinning around though she caught a glance of some blonde girl staring at Roman she looked really uncomfortable. Then Nora lost sight of her when she spun around again, but she saw Roman looking positively menacing.

The shock caused Nora to lose her balance slightly, and stumble a little. When she regained her balance though she looked back to Roman to see him looking pretty normal again. She frowned slightly before shaking her head, she must have been seeing things. SHe she drifted back towards him. When she came back to him he grabbed her hand momentarily and she felt how cold his hand was again. She smiled slightly as she moved in close to him, rising on to her toes to whisper in his ear, "You have cold hands." She took in his scent and the feel of being close to Roman before she moved back away from him. Pushing lightly off his chest as she moved backwards "You know what they say, cold hands, warm heart," Smiled lightly at Seraphina. "I wonder if that is true for you?" She asked as the music changed. She suddenly grinned and spun away, though when she finished her spin and came back she gave a friendly smirk and raised her eyebrow her eyebrow. "Well?"

She didn't get much of an answer about what was bothering her but Vivian wasn't going to push Willow to tell her. She wasn't the type of friend to force you to talk about something you just didn't want to talk about. With a heavy sigh she watched her friends find an exit and disappear out of it. She scanned the dance floor and noticed that the guy they'd ran into earlier was dressed up a Phantom of the Opera and he also had two dates apparently. "Well, time to get drunk I guess. She muttered to herself leaving the dance floor and back to her abandoned beer on the bar. She gave the bartender a smile and finished off the bee. She waved the empty bottle in the air letting the bartender she wanted another one.

Her mind drifted, hauntingly, to her sisters. She hasn't talked to them since she left home, didn't even know if her father was still alive. She just couldn't work up enough nerve to call or visit after what her sister's did to her. They left her out while they practiced magic like their mother had. They made her feel like she was silly for believing in those spells and stories while they actually believed them and knew how to do the spells. But she did have one thing they didn't, their mother's spell book and journal. According to her mother's journal she hopped that if the girls ever found the spell book that they would begin practicing together and strengthen their bond. Unfortunately it didn't and a small part of Vivian wished it didn't unravel the way it did but there was nothing she could do about it.

She waved the second empty bottle in the air and smiled when the bartender handed her another "Thanks" She said before taking a drink from it. She watched the dancers on the dance floor move to the music, some not so much. She grew bored very quickly and eyed a girl dressed as a slutty bunny flirting with some guy. She had a glass of champagne and he had a beer. With a smile and a wave of her hand the glass shattered in the girls hand causing the liquid to end up all over her. Vivian chuckled as the girl squealed and ran off the the restroom leaving the guy dumbfounded and confused.

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Roman smiled towards Leonora as he brought her back close to him. He was trying to hide his slight interaction with Willow. There's no point in showing who he is to everyone just yet. He knows that they're going to want to kill him so lying low, at least for tonight is always a good idea. He raised a slender brow when she began to speak, "You have cold hands. You know what they say, cold hands, warm heart, I wonder if that is true for you? Well?" He couldn't help but smirk at the comment, sneaking a glance to his hand before looking back at her. "I have heard the saying before." He spun her once again, trying to decide on how to answer the question. Sure he could go along with it and say he had a warm heart. But he didn't. He was actually quite the opposite.

"I'm torn." He admitted towards the girl as he pulled her close, placing a hand on her lower back as he swayed with her to the music. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I could either tell you what you'd like to hear... Or the truth." He leaned back to look into her eyes, raising his brows slightly. He didn't know this woman very well, but enough to know she was the human doppelganger of one his kind. So he couldn't kill her if she found something out that she wasn't supposed to. But he thought it could be interesting if she did know the truth. Either way he put the ball in her court. He may be a killer... But he's an honest one.