1 The Ball

I found myself on the second floor, overlooking the ballroom below. My garb concealed everything about me, my face, my aura, but it could never hide my hatred for those beasts that danced the night away. I drew short even breathes, constantly trying to ensure that my position here goes unnoticed here.

The music that played form the stage felt cold as it entered my ears. The band that played was filled with terror, for one wrong note would make them cattle to the beats that danced to their tune. One wrong note, one wrong move would mean a forever place in their serfdom of blood.

I looked tirelessly for my target, she had to be here, somewhere. I looked at every group of women, every dancer and found nothing. At least until crowd began to part like the red sea. An entourage of servant girls, dressed in fine linen came dancing through the main gates and behind them was her. A girl with fine silver hair and blood reed eyes. My target had finally appeared. I drew my blade, a purple crystal blade that was strewn upon my back, slowly. I forced my energy into it, causing it to glow vibrantly. I pulled my arm and back ready to thrust towards that girl until I heard the familiar cocking sound of a handgun behind me.