Demetri nodded to Castiel, giving his shoulder a gentle reassuring squeeze before passing him, "But of course. I'll handle our little nightingale." He whispered back to his brother. The maids, Shuu, and Castiel all departed, leaving him in only Mira and Kat's company if she decided to ignore Anise's offer. He did wish to become better aqquainted, but that could happen any time tonight. Tonight they all were equals. The masks hid all prior insignificant facts. Wealth, human, vampire.. None of that mattered tonight. Not that anyone else seemed to care about what this party symbolized. Demetri loved the idea of equality, he just wished his brothers, sister, and the help were as enthusiastic. He knew everyone in Castillo held a tragic story, no one held a perfect life.. but he wished that everything could be set aside for a single night of fun.
He understood Castiel's anguish. If it was Bishop in Mira's shoes, Demetri would have lost his wits in a matter of seconds. As children Mira and Castiel were almost as inseparable as Bishop and himself. She possibly didn't understand the eldest's pain, but Demetri noted it quite clearly. As he approached Mira, the man's eyes softened, "Sister.. Deary.." He whispered in awe, "Eres muy hermosa.." He spoke to her in Spanish, knowing she knew his meaning. You are very beautiful..
He brushed stray strands of hair behind her ear, "Please excuse Castiel, we are still adjusting to your return..some better than others I suppose.." He smiled weakly, remembering his own grief. His entire room was remodeled after he accepted Mira as dead. He'd broken nearly anything his hands could reach. "I know it doesn't hold the same effect.. but I know if father were still alive he'd simply fawn over you. He'd flog your poor butler with a stick for even glancing at you." He added, a light chuckle in his tone. We aren't all survivors like you dear Mira, some of us are scraping by merely with existence.
"Where'd he run off to anyhow? We can't have his suit getting dirty.. The ball starts in less than twenty minutes. " He explained, before frowning. Demetri hated being avoided more than anything ever since childhood, he certainly wasn't capable of handling it well with age either, "Have you seen Bishop, Olivia, and Angelo by the way? I do believe they're all avoiding me.." He mumbled childishly. Then his eyebrow quirked, remembering a bit of information he mentally noted to bring up. Sure he was distracting her for Castiel, but he had a bit of genuine reason to pester his sister as well, "Castiel gets a dance, does that mean I get one too?" He winked playfully at his sister. He brushed his own hair back, growing quite irritated with his choice of fashion. Is it going to behave this way the entire night? I'm going to have enough trouble keeping Angelo in attendance, I haven't the time for war with my hair.. The mask did little to hold his layered hair in place much to his annoyance. His mind returned to the girls, feeling slightly more tortured and poetic as he allowed himself to feel guilt.
You're our prisoners...yet I'm the one who feels imprisoned today.. My best efforts to make everyone happy always seem to be thwarted.. and despite how perfect today's events are falling into place.. I cannot help but feel a knot in my stomach as if something horrible is about to happen...
"Sister, please remain inside the castle tonight.. don't leave for anything, do you understand..? If you promise me nothing else, promise me this.." His hands were gently caressing her shoulders as he pleaded, "I have a unnerving feeling that something horrible could happen tonight if we aren't careful.." He never was one to keep up with that sort of thing, but had he paid attention he would have realized why his nerves were on edge. The full moon was approaching. Within the days preceding a full moon, werewolves receive a taste of what is to come. Whilst still in their human form, they get a taste of their beast-like power. Their senses increase, speed, strength, everything becomes heightened to ridiculous levels. Albeit a vampire would win a fight with a werewolf one-on-one... a mere bite would slowly finish off the vampire as well. Avoiding harm was crucial. Only a werewolf could cure the bite of another werewolf. Seeing as they are natural enemies, it wasn't a common occurrence for a vampire to receive antidote. Though how could Demetri possibly know that tonight would mark a civil war between Spain's vampires and werewolf population? He was a vampire, not a psychic. His only clue was the sickening feeling in his stomach. Though he mostly blew it off as hunger.