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She made her way down the staircase slowly, many of the other coven members stopping their conveersations to look at the younger princess. Alexandrea knew they would continue their conversations once she was out of sight and thus didn't care about their stares. Her bangs were beginning to fall in her eyes so she brought up a pale hand to brush them back to the side, revealing her pale blue eyes that stared calmly at her destination. The large front doors; which would mean outside. Away from the vampires who preferred to be in cramped and close quarters both day and night. Something Alexandrea absolutely hated.
The doors opened before her and she made her escape outside that, even for the short time she could be outside, she enjoyed immensely. The heavy doors closed behind her with almost a sound of finality, Alexandrea felt an amused smile creep onto her lips as she thought of this.. and considered her appearance. To someone who didn't know her she would appear as a regular human, albeit with lighter skin and bluer eyes than humanly possible to have. Her long, layered black hair and choppy bangs swept to the side made her appear even more pale. At this very moment as she walked the inside of the high fences, she wore a dress more befitting of a party than a regular day, or night, at home - from a human's point of view anyway. Her strapless corset dress was royal blue and hugged her body gently, falling from her hips in little creases to a full length skirt. It had a slightly darker shade of blue to trim the corset and hem of the dress. She also had a transparent black shawl wrapped around her back to keep at least one form of protection from the elements. At Ordoghaz Manor, this was what most of the vampires wore regularly and so was quite normal for any to see if they walked the halls.
Alexandrea allowed her long dress to trail behind her on the grass, not caring that it could stain it. After all, the Bathory's were the royals of the vampires and could afford as many expensive dresses or manors as they so wished. Besides, it would give her older sister, Arlena, another reason to take her shopping. Even though they had just gone the other evening.
The teenager gave a soft sigh as her smile disappeared, her thoughts finally allowed to present themselves to her. Thoughts about the lycans. The war between both their races. How she wished the idiocy would end. But it wouldn't, she knew, not for some time at least, if it ever did end at all. Her hand came up to her chest, grasping the pentagram pendant she always wore on the chain at her neck. She held this for a moment before she calmly dropped her hand back to her side. Alexandrea glanced down with at her dress, her sharp eyesight catching the small beginnings of stains. She ignored them as she knew Arlena wouldn't mind another shopping trip so soon after the last, and continued her small walk.
She brought a hand up and let it slide over the fence as she walked, feeling bits of some of the metal bite into her hand. Her expression stayed calm, almost melancholic through this, even as she felt her hand begin to bleed.
" War.." She shook her head, " How stupid are we?"
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Lycans.
She takes her hand away from the wall and flexes it, holding it away so she doesn't get blood on her. She stares down at the wound as the gushing slowly turns to a trickle of red blood and finally the cut closes. She bends slightly to wipe her hand on the grass and straightens quickly, just as she catches the sound of footsteps. Footsteps that belong someone that she couldn't see right now. Not a guard. Not a vampire.
She turned to face the direction they came from, behind her a little and to the side.. The other side of the wall. She heard the barely audible noise of something contacting the metal fence and then a slight thump of feet hitting the ground. The teenager's transformation was quick. Her eyes stayed the same, her usual ice blue, but her fangs became longer as she used her vampire speed to move behind the intruder. It was a male, she noticed easily from behind him. It was discernable from his build and his height.
He looked at the moon for a moment and spoke to himself quietly. "Maybe I should turn back..." Then he froze, as though he only realized that Alexandrea was there behind him.
The girl calmly stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself with her usual calm expression on her face but her eyes seeming amused and interested. " Perhaps, that is the best course of action you could take.. Before a guard comes and finds you, which would mean your death.. Lycan." At this regret seemed to flash in her eyes, another unecessary death. And a lycan at that. she could smell the difference on him, it was very intriguing to know that there was a real lycan standing in front of her. One who was still living, breathing, and possibly going to be killed if he didn't leave.
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"This isn't going to end well for me, I can feel it..."
he says realizing he did the stupidest thing he has ever done, just to meet a girl who is probably about to kill him.
"Please, I don't want any trouble ma'am, I just wanted to meet the cute girl in blue, that's all."
he says, looking down at his feet, blushing a bit as he realizes that she is the girl in blue he was referring to.
"Oh! forgive me. I forgot my manners."
He facepalms himself, thinking of the info they've gathered on the Vampire royal family, that just might save his life right now.
"My name is Ibram Gaunt, prince of the Lycans and a closet supporter of peace between Lycans and Vampires."
he bows before the girl, trying to be the perfect gentleman and a semi-attractive young male
"And judging by your age and clothes, you must be Alexandra Barthory, the other Royal against the war?"
he says, hoping that she is who he believes, and only that could keep him alive.
"And must I say, you look lovely this evening."
He says nicely, trying just to survive until tomorrow, than maybe coming back if she's okay with him.
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She considered this as he bowed to her and she curtseyed in return. It worked quite well as she didn't need to fake wearing a dress after all. She kept her eyes on him and her gaze sharpened as he mention knowing who she was. She almost wanted to laugh at his pronounciation of her name. Almost, not quite.
" It's Alex-ann-drey-ah." She said soflty as she came out of her curtsey and stood straight again. This statement alone telling him that she was, indeed, the Vampire Royal against the entire war. " Alexandrea Bathory." This man seemed interesting enough, safe enough to tell him who she was. He did know already so what was the harm? She didn't see anything wrong with it.
Alexandrea then heard a soft footfall and grabbed the Lycan's wrist in her hand before she pulled him toward her. She carefully stepped back into the shadows, wary of her dress, where the guards wouldn't see him if they dared to look. She released him immediately after ensuring he was completely hidden in the darkness.
" Why are you here?" She asked calmly, feeling anxious and slightly worried. " If you have lied to me and are here to kill.."
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" Your father ordered you to watch us.." Alexandrea restated calmly, her eyes becoming thoughtful. " I see.." She shrugged and her one hand went down to pull her skirt out of the wet grass that seemed to have a puddle in it. " It's understandable." The girl murmured. " As Vampires and Lycans are at war with each other.. And he is completely against peace between us." She knew this much. It wasn't only her sister and the rest of her family.. It was the Lycan king too.
She seemed to feel something inside her stir but, being Alexandrea; the princess that doubled as a Death Dealer, she immediately shut it off from the rest of her and maintain her calm facade.
" So you watch us.. What else?" She asked slowly, concentrating on her slow regular breathing instead of the man before her.
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She stared at him with her piercing blue eyes before she blinked and looked away. Toward the horizon. Sunrise would be in a few more hours, wasn't he tired at all? She could feel the dawn edging closer, ever so slowly, and knew that she would be called back indoors again soon. Hiding behind heavy curtains, closed doors and the very walls that she now stood beside.
" Are you not tired?" The girl asked in her quiet voice.
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" Of course I've read 'Romeo and Juliet'." She said softly. She had adored that tragic love story. So beautiful but tragic. " Why? What are you thinking of?"
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Dear King Gaunt,
I will be arriving at your manor under Budapest, in a few days. This visit is purely business, I'm hoping to help with our feud against the vampires, the Barthory.
With love,
Carmen
She wrote this letter in big sweeping letters, that were thin and had large curls. It was written by a hand of elegance, some would say. When she was done, she took a wax stick and her ring, which doubled as a wax seal stamp. She folded the paper into the three sections and melted the red wax over top of the edge, she then took off her ring and held it down on the wax.
When it was sealed she placed her ring back on and called to her one and only servant. As she handed it to her she told her to find her fastest horse and deliver it to the Gaunt's manor. The servant, who was a werewolf also, walked out and could be heard running down the stairs. Now that she was alone, Carmen walked over to her closet and pulled out her suitcase beginning to pack some of her warmer clothes and shoes.
"I hope Kharne hasn't resorted to violence yet," Carmen whispered to herself.
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She shifted her gaze for a moment, glancing to the wall and what lay beyond it before looking back at the man in front of her. She raised an elegant eyebrow before a small amused smile spread over her lips. " I sincerely hope you don't mean that we should fall in love only to die quite suddenly.. I don't see how that would help stop this war, my sister would continue it if I were dead." Her voice was musical, almost joking, as she spoke.
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" I suppose it was." Alexandrea murmured, glancing around at his words. " I must agree with you on that point." The dark haired Vampire shifted her feet slightly, lifting her dress slightly in her hand again to avoid anymore possible grass stains on the fabric. Her smile became more genuine as she regarded him. " It is best you leave.."
She turned slightly, her eyes searching the grounds as she spoke. " I will be be here." Her eyes flicked back to him before she lightly pushed him away, " Now, you have to go or the war is going to become much worse before we can end it."
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She nodded stiffly at the guards as she re-entered the mansion. It only took her a few moments to make her way through the rooms, up the staircase and down the hall to her bedroom. Once there, she passed her large canopy bed and went to the window.
" Such a strange night.." She murmured to herself. She stared out into the night for only a moment, thinking of the man she had met this very night, before she closed the curtains. Dawn would be here soon and she couldn't take the chance, especially if there was a plan beginning on how to end the war.
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The Next night, Gaunt waits for the guards to pass, and hops over the fence without a sound. "That's strange, where is she?" He muses looking around the garden, but she's not there.
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She landed quietly on the grass, knees bent, straightened and began walking. Some of the nobles had decided she shouldn't go outside tonight; their princess obviously didn't agree with this and so she had been forced to jump out the window.. Not that it was the first time. She quickly made her way over to the spot where she could see the Lycan waiting for her. Her footsteps almost completely silent as the wind appearsed to want to aid her in hiding.
" I apologize for being late." Alexandrea said quietly as she stood before him. " Tonight is one of the nights I get a surprise.." Her voice sounded disgusted at this as she raised her icy eyes to meet Gaunt's.
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" Did you have any trouble getting back here?" She asked suddenly.
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"your face is too cute to be covered by that hair of yours." he smiles lovingly at her, hoping that she likes him back, because he's head-over-heels for her. "So your a Death Dealer as well as the Princess?" he eyes her again, looking for any signs "Damn, why do all the cute girls I am in love with have to be deadly to me?" he silently face-palms himself.