Vila Star's Story

Kyros opened his eyes, and stretched. Looking around the room, he wasn't surprised to find he was alone. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stretched again, then stood up, walking to his window. He opened the curtains and looked over his castle grounds, pleased to find some werewolves still patrolling. "What a beautiful night." he said to himself. Rubbing his eyes, he walked over to his dresser and grabbed a black shirt, pulling it over his head. He sat back down on his bed and pulled his boots on, lacing them up. When he stood once more, he walked over to the door and opened it, climbing up the stairs. he shook his head when he spotted Vila still asleep in her bed. "Vila." He said. Frowning, he walked over to the side of the bed. "Vila." he repeated, a little louder. "Wake up, Vila." he said once more as he gently shook her shoulder.

Vila swatted his hand way from her she spent most of the day out doors in the garden she loved. For it it was more of a home then these stone walls would ever be. Vila unlike him need sun light. She hated the feeling of being pulled around and shown off. She did not like all the fancy dress she was forced to wear but over the years of belonging to Kyros learned to keep her mouth shut. "you dont have to get loud I can hear perfectly fine" She mumbled pulling the sheets over her head. Oh how she did not want to have to deal with this but knew she would have little to no say. It was the same thing almost every night. Get up, get handed over to the servants or as Vila liked to call them her keepers. Get cleaned up, dressed and feed before being handed back over to Kyros to look perty at his side. Some nights he left her alone but more times than not that did not happen. She sighed and sat up frowning some. Vila never really smiled much and always looked out of it.

"Come on, miss Rapunzel." Kyros teased. He started to walk out when she stood up and stretched, but stopped at the door. "Wear something red." he told her. "I have a lot of stuff to take care of today, so for a few hours, you may go or do what you like. In precisely three hours, I expect you to be in the throne room." And with that, he walked down the steps, and out of his room.

Walking to his office, he got into his desk drawer and pulled out his Tourists file. Taking his records from the night before out, he put the folder back and walked out of his office. On his way through the castle, Kyros found the vampire he was looking for. After talking with him a bit, he handed the records to him. "I need you to keep a close watch, and inform me of their activities." He clapped the vampire on the back and walked away.

He headed down into the dungeons, taking a left toward to the werewolf keep. They were all just starting to settle down for bed. He found the werewolf Rory and walked up to him. "Daily report?" He asked. He wanted a report of everything that happened during the day. Kyros always made sure his castle was protected.

Rory dropped from the ceiling bar after completing his final pull up. "Nothing to report, Sir, unless you count Gwyneth and her irritating crow as disturbances..." Rory stopped himself from speaking further, Gwyneth probably heard, she hears everything. "But no, nothing to report." He then remember the news from the nearest town. "However, Sir, I did hear some of the citizens complaining about the other embassies, they're apparently worried about the tourist that go missing in Russia."

Gwyneth read the little, her brother was fine and wasn't suffering at all. She put the letter in the box of other letters and left her room, she noticed Vila had been left alone in her chamber. "You okay, 'princess'?" She teased.

Vila sighed as red dresses where picked out for. She never picked any thing that was to showy always going for what was simple. How ever some times things did not go that way. This was one of those night that she really had no choice. she hated the nickname he gave but she hated being called princess even more, she felt like she was being toyed with. "i am fine just getting ready for another night that is all." Vila knew to be careful with what she said and how she said it. She moved slowly out of the room to get dressed and have her hair done. Her oh so long hair done in curls with small pearls sewed in to it. The dress was long and some what form fitted.


The Dress



**The Silver part is black with a bow in the back**

Rory shrugged and went back to his exercising.

Gwyneth smiled at Vila before she heard Kyros calling her. She was a little frightened but she didn't let it show. She briskly walked down the hall to where she heard the voice echo from, when she approached him she put her polite smile on. "Da?" She asked, trying to be courteous and speak to him in his language even though she only knew nyett and da. She then noted Moonlight on top of the clock, she leaned on one foot, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Moony?" She tilted her head and shrugged. "I think you're getting soft." She teased, she knew it was risky teasing him but she was most open to him nowadays anyway. "You want me to put her outside, don't you?" Moonlight cawed in rebellion and flew onto Gwyneth's shoulder and cawed again at Kyros. Gwyneth glared at the crow and it shut up, earning it a nod and a small treat from Gwyneth's pouch, a nut dipped in squirrel blood, Moonlight seemed to favour it.

Vila walked around for her three hours of free time. She left her high heels in her room not wanting to wear them she knew one of the maids would find them and bring them out for her to put on. She really did not care for them. She sighed a little she hated how every one treated her in this castle. She always felt like she was an out cast. She moved to the garden sitting on her swing. The cool grass felt good to her feet as she pushed on the ground. She loved her garden for her it was safe. The lovely rose ranging from red to blue to lavander. Night shade and poppy's add other colors as did the random trees. How ever she always looked so sad even with in her garden.

Vila sighed when one of the servants came out with the heels that went with the dress. Vila unwilling put them on before she made her way to the throne room. She felt like a dress up doll at this point. She took each step slow taking as much time as she could to get there. She even took the longer way just to waist time and go over the three hours that she was given to her self. She new the stones walls there cold death like feel felt more like an over sized stone cage to her. She moved down the halls looking at random things.

She cut throw the study adding a little more time before she turned down another hall heading to the room she would be at lest five to ten minutes late but she could care less about that. She knew the drill when she pulled things along these lines. It was nothing to her and in truth it had gotten old but she did not say anything about it. She pulled at the collor some hating it only to revise a little shock from messing with it. A little reminder of not to mess with it.

Vila gave him no answer as she sat down in the chair. Vila hated these things for her they just gave him a reason to show off that he had a fay and no one else did. She wanted to be some where else at point but had no say in that fact. Vila sighed a little shutting her eyes. She did not want to here not another party, not another masquerade to past the time. Vila was forever his no matter what she did or tried to do.

Kyros watched the residents of the castle. Some laughed, others danced. He didn't look at Vila, and he was sure she wasn't looking at him. He was still angry with her for being late. He knew she'd done it on purpose. He flicked a glance at her feet, which were in heels. They looked rather uncomfortable. He looked at the windows, staring at the moon. "You don't have to wear those. They just go well with the dress." He said finally.

she did not bother to take them off she learned how to deal with the pain. She just locked her eyes at a random point room keeping still where she sat. " Do I really have to be here" she wanted to be some where else. She never got asked to dance by others due to who she belonged to. They bowed said a few words and left it at that.

It was some what easy to tell when she was planning to make a brake for it or planning something. It started to become a game when she pulled her big escape. How fair she would get, how she would go about it, and when she would do it. Bets ranging from choirs to money where always placed.

Commotion on the far side of the ballroom caught Kyros' eye. Flicking his gaze over, he saw one group of humans and another group of vampires placing their newest bets on Vila's next escape. It had become a sort of routine. Though Kyros wished she would prefer to live here, with him, he knew better.

Lost in thought, his gaze roved over the ballroom. Finally, he asked her, "If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?"

Vila felt insulted when he asked that. "If you have to ask that than your a blind fool." She wanted her freedom above anything else and that was something she would never get no matter what she happened. She did not care if her tone came a cross and out of line. it was nothing new that was something she wanted. Lunar and Soaler eclipses she got locked in her room due to the fact she tried to escape more on those days.

Gwyneth returned to her room and opened her newest book, True Blood, to others, it was a romantic story about a vampire and a human, to Gwyneth and most of the others in this castle, it was a rare reality. She finished the first 2 chapters within a few minutes and put it onto the shelf before grabbing her newest dress, it was a purple cocktail dress with a white belt, and put it on. She grabbed her favourite black heels and her raven mask.
She walked into the throne room, people were dancing and others sat at the tables laughing and chatting, apart from Kyros and Vila, they sat at the top of the room, she tried her best to not look their way, something looked wrong. She sat at one of the tables and listened to the conversation. 'Ugh another story from centuries ago.' She thought with a sigh before contemplating going outside and practising some magic, or even in here, some flowers wouldn't go amiss at a masquerade ball. 'Sure there may already be some flowers her, but god, could they not add a bit of colour. White for Elegance, Dark pink for appreciation and Black for death. She made the flowers bloom quickly and then left, the flowers would only live for an hour due to her weak conection with the earth.
She stepped into the night air and let the cool breeze embrace her, she looked around the garden, it was so much more beautiful in the moonlight than the sunlight she thought.

Kyros had known she would say that, knew he should have been more specific. Well, he'd just have to guess, wouldn't he?

He was well aware that she wasn't wasn't happy here. What he couldn't fathom was, why? His castle was beautiful, with a breathtaking landscape. Maybe it was him. His bipolar disorder made everyone in the castle on edge with him, but she got the brunt of it.

His gaze shifted over to the band when they started playing Once Upon A December, one of his favorites. Turning his head, he looked at Vila once more. "Would you like to dance?" he asked.

Vila knew there was no real choice when it came to dancing even if she said no, he would still have his way. She learned that over the years. She sighed thinking to her self what choice do I have, I am nothing more than a plaything to you. "not really but I know I have no choice in this matter" She slowly got up knowing it was easier not to always fight.

Kyros stood and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. He kept their hands linked as he put his other hand at the small of her back, leading them in graceful motions. Soon, others came to dance, joining them to celebrate the elegance of the music. "I just realized i never asked you," Kyros said as he twirled her. "What is your favorite song?"

She did not smile as he pulled her on to the dance floor. In truth they where night and day when it came down to it. She new her feet where going to kill her by the end of the night but it did not matter. "Do we really have to do the small talk?" she sighed a little "Moonlight Sonata" she liked the older music. For her it was nice and relaxing unlike the newer stuff that was all unneeded sound to her. She winced a little from the heels bugging her from the heels. She shut her eyes with how every one gave a wide birth as he spun her about. She new he would never under stand why she hated being here. She knew that would never be clear to him even if she tried to tell him it would never be under stood by him.

When the ball was over, Kyros led Vila to the tower. He shut the door and locked it, then turned to walk to his dresser as Vila walked towards the door to the upper tower. Just as he had taken a step, he smelled blood. He felt his eyes turn red as his fangs sharpened and extended. His eyes locked on her, tracking her movements. The blood came from a blister on her ankle from the heels. How long has it been since I fed?

Judging by his strong reaction, at least a week. He stalked toward her, snaking his hands around her middle and pulling her back against his chest. He put his nose against her skin and inhaled, then growled, licking her pulse. He always tried to make his feeding as painless as possible, and always uttered the same words before biting. The problem was, they were Russian, and she couldn't understand him.

He licked her pulse once again, then whispered, "Prosti menya." Forgive me. And then he sank his fangs into her neck.

Vila hated being pulled around like this by the end of the night she was so very tired, she was up the whole day before working on the garden. When he pulled her in to him and felt his nose on her neck she new what he wanted, what he was going to do. She shut her eyes when she felt his tong dance across her neck. She did not put up a fight this time she just keep still letting him feed from her. Unlike a human she could be feed on much longer before blacking out or any real harm being done. She heard that popping sound make a small whimper when he bit down, but other wise was silent. She could feel him sucking at her flesh drinking in her blood.

He always seemed to drink just the right amount to get her to black and go to sleep. The nights that he did this she never had her nightmares she sleep in a dreamless sleep. Always waking in her bed in the upper tower. she would not be awake until day came. She always got up around 8 or 10 am to be able to go out side....any time he feed she had the biggest need to go swimming in a lake, river or pound. Why it was really hard to tell but it had to be fresh water for her.

At some point in the morning she had slipped out side of the room and out side the castle. She took care not to be spotted in her simple white dress as she made a be line for a lake in the woods. She was much faster on foot than she looked. she moved with out thought. The warm sun felt good to her pale skin as did the wind. Once she was closer to the lake she pulled the white dress off tossing it on to a bush. She left her undergarments on as she slipped in to the cool lake water.