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A Night at Play [Mr_Sir & SukoshiVampire]

Mr_Sir

Mr_Sir

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Derreik would stand in a corner of the large hall where the ball was being held this night. The music played as people got their food, and mingled in their little conversation groups. Some more courageous ones taking it upon themselves to join the festivities and dance. Not really the most exciting place to find a meal, but it was his most prime hunting ground. The vampire wearing a fake smile, as he studied over the selection of prey this night. Wanting to scout out what was here, and anyone that may be competition before he made any sort of move this evening. Best to know any and all possibilities and variables that could alter his situation.

It was like a social game of chess, or fox hunting. Find the best target to approach, figure your method of execution, and then pursue until the time is right for the strike. So he looked over the crowd, seeing if anything caught his eye. Everyone here was dressed in their finest of course for the party, which sometimes did become a bit flashy. Though his senses and want of a certain type is more about their smell to his sharpened scent. It did tend to tell so much about the taste. He would just have to wait and see though what came along for him tonight.
 
Mariella couldn't get out of the carriage fast enough once it had rolled up to the enterance of the Duke's manor. It was another ball thrown for the Duke and his wife, the ton more than happy to oblige them. The Duke's wife had now given a number of parties since her season and had seemed to flourish under the attentions of the population. Honestly, it made Mariella sick to her core each time she attended one of these fake parties, in the latest fashions, at her mother behest in the hopes that her aging daughter - a total of 19 years old - would hook a husband before being dubbed a spinster and unlikely to marry. Mariella couldn't possibly care any less than she already did about finding a husband, but she dared not defy her mother and so she was attending with her once again to yet another dance that, like previous experiences, would be a waste of her night.

She was quick to escape from her mother once they entered, though, as usual, she drew attention to herself unknowingly. She wasn't ugly; quite the opposite in fact. Quite the beautiful young lady, though a little socially awkward. Mariella stood a total of five foot five, had shoulder length, sun hued curls - that were tied atop her head in a fashionable way - errant curls framing her youthful, oval face. She had wide, innocent emerald eyes, framed by red lashes. Her lips were thin, but in an attractive sense, her nose small and cute as a button. She was thin and had an ample bosom; her attractive frame encased this night in a gown of green, cinched tight at her waist, and the skirt flowing out to hide her long legs as was the ton fashion. A small necklace sat at the base of her long, pale neck, displaying a simple emerald in gold casing, the only heirloom she had received from her mother's jewelry. As was said, she was far from ugly.

Despite the attention she drew from the male patrons, Mariella made a beeline for the patio doors leading out to the balcony that overlooked the manor's garden. Once out in the fresh air, she gave a sigh of relief and rested her palms on the stone railing before her. "At last a moment of peace," she murmured to herself as she looked upon the garden, flooded in the soothing light of the moon.
 
Derreik would look up from where he had been staring down at the floor now in an obviously bored fashion. The night was still so young, so he hoped things would be picking up. Which they might with the sudden commotion. Seeing a number of men turn their gaze to the female with green eyes heading directly out to the balcony. Most though already had their own dates, and so she went out without being followed. Derreik would smile to himself, finally something of actual interest, and a proper opportunity. He would stand up from his seat, stretching for a moment with an audible pop. He would step forward, looking out the door to the balcony. His own frame standing just under six foot, his jet black hair well groomed, and a contrast from his pale skin. He was dressed in a fine military uniform, an officer's dress uniform. It was a good job for him since most of the time he stayed out on assignments, and kept his work at night. They always loved someone who would take the posts at night.

Turning to a nearby table, he would take two drinks from the tray on it. Moving to head out after the female as he would smile to himself. Rather excited that he would get to ply his craft some this evening. Walking up to the balcony, he would look over her form from behind. Not trying to hide his pressence at all. Moving up next to her, and holding up one of the two drinks he had grabbed to her. Giving a nod to her with a polite smile if she looked his way before he would speak.

"I see I'm not the only one who can't stand to be in the middle of all of the people. Can't stand just being in the middle of that for long at a time." He lied, having always been quite adaptable to whatever situation he found himself in. Thankfully though, he was also a good liar.
 
Her peace was short lived, she noted, upon hearing the footsteps approaching her from behind. Inwardly, she sighed and put on a polite, if not a slight strained, smile, taking his offered glass in her slim hand. She made no move to drink from it just yet, nodding her head a tad in return to his greeting. Mariella was socially awkward for a reason, tending to freeze up under authority and also at not being able to surpress her honesty. She often got into situations that proclaimed trouble when she didn't curb her truthful tongue.

"It's not so much the large number of people, as the party itself," she said softly after a moment, taking a slow sip of the drink he had brought her. "I loathe the social structure that dictates an attendence to each and every party a member of society may hold." There was that honesty again, blunt and to the point, no underlining pleasantries. Her green eyes moved away for a moment, before returning to the handsome man beside her.

"I apologize for my blunt commentary, I'm told it's not one of my strong points." She seemed to be genuine with her apology, though she had no intention of curbing herself. It was just something she seemed to have a problem with; despite her attractive looks, her personality often chased away any prospective suitors eager to bag such a beautiful treasure.
 
He would give a chuckle at her commentary, shaking his head as he would hold up one gloved hand to her and smile. In all truth, he did really like the fact she was blunt and to the point about it. If nothing else would make her a much more enjoyable meal later. Not like he wanted to kill her. And who knows? Some do become quite enthralled by the feeding anyways. Who knew how she would react exactly to it all? But that was a big part of the fun and challenge in the hunt. He took a sip of his own drink, swallowing it down before he would speak.

"Yes, well the fancy do's can get a bit bothersome with some. Though I do guess it all depends on what you look for in them. Though I agree, the majority of the people here are here because it is a social event, and not to try and enjoy themselves." He would give a shrug, sighing as he looked out over the land and night sky. Giving a smile as he turned back to the gorgeous looking female he was conversing with.

"So feel free to speak, I find it more refreshing to hear an opinion of someone at one of these things."
 
For a brief moment, she was surprised that she hadn't managed to offend him up until this point. It was nice that at least one man wasn't put off by her blunt honesty. She couldn't help the gentle, almost relieved, smile that crossed her pink lips. The glass came up again as she allowed herself a small moment of reprieve to enjoy another small sip from her drink that he'd been thoughtful enough to bring her. "I don't usually attend these parties by choice," she mused after she lowered her glass. "After speaking with me, most men as put off by the way I conduct myself and my honesty. So my season didn't go so well."

She couldn't help but feel a little a little embarrassed admitting that to this complete stranger, but she had a feeling that at least he understood her, if only a little. "My mother," she continued after a moment, "is afraid I will become a spinster and never marry. She drags me to every party our family gets an invite to in hopes I will find a perspective suitor." She gave a soft sigh and smiled. "And you? What brings an officer to the party?"
 
"Heh, yes well normally I've had to far too often really. What happens when you do good enough job to make others look bad. You get sent to the more boring jobs where you can't do as much harm to the reputations of others." He would chuckle a moment, sipping back a bit more of his drink now as he would. "But it looks good to the higher ups, so maybe it will end up getting me to a good post later." He gives a shrug, turning more to look at the female and lean his elbow upon the railing of the balcony.

"I will say I'm certainly not put off yet. See if you keep that record going or not." He would smirk, obviously joking about a bit at the moment. For once he seemed to actually enjoy the conversation with his perspective meal. Maybe she could prove some actual entertainment besides being a source of nourishment. He would chuckle as she asked about him, letting himself take another sip before speaking.

"But that's pretty much my only reason to be here. Though also hoping that I could possibly make some form of a social life exist again. Since I've been in the military, I've focused much more on my job than anything else. So hoping to relax some, maybe find someone to actually socialize with. Though I've come to find relaxing doesn't really work as part of this form of party. People are far too stuck up sometimes."
 
She found herself nodding softly with a resounding smile, completely in agreement with him. "Well, I'll do my best not to chase you off," she joked back with a small laugh; real one at that. Not the fake laughs she often forced at these parties. It was nice to find a genuinely interesting conversation, not to mention a companion in which she could converse with and not have to fear putting them off with her bad habits. She was actually beginning to enjoy his company, which in itself was unusual.

"Do I dare ask what brought you my way? The garden is beautiful and, though I, myself, came to look upon in bathed in the moonlight, I have a sense that isn't what you were after," she teased him. She took another sip, final sip, of her drink, finishing it off before putting it to the side on the railing out of the way. "So I can only assume you came out after me. What is it I can do for you?" she wasn't really trying to be insinuating, just honest, though it did sort of sound that way.
 
He would give a soft chuckle, giving a sigh afterward with a smile. He would pause for a breath before speaking. "Ah, I've been caught it seems. Though in all truth it was for the simple fact that you caught my attention. Gorgeous lady here by herself it seemed, and obviously not one to be socializing here normally from the fact she just walks straight through the crowd. I was intrigued, so I decided to come out and feed my curiosity a bit." He takes another sip of his drink, tilting his head to look back to her, and then out to the garden she had spoke of.

"It is quite beautiful though. Not everyone does appreciate such." He gives a slight frown. "Far too often a battle field is made from a trampled field of flowers. So much destroyed by it all, really a pity at times." He shrugs, just looking out over the well taken care of garden down below. The person who owned the land most obviously taking quite good care of it. He looked back to her now, giving a smile. "But, best to stay away from such subjects. Supposed to be a party after all."
 
Mariella found blood pooling in her cheeks caused by his words, a faint blush building across her delicate features. "I'm not all that interesting, I assure you," she murmured as she fanned her cheeks with a slim hand, tipped with finely cared for nails. Those emerald eyes danced away from him for a moment as she tried to allow her embarrassment from his words to fade. Sure, she had been flattered by many of the ton's eligible bachelors. Yet, something about the man before her was different from all the other men that had come calling; part of it was that he wasn't put off by her as the others were.

She listened to him speak of the battlefield a soldier may see, so unlike the beautiful garden that was spread out before him. Being a flower of sorts, she had been coddled and given ever privilege in life that a nobelman's daughter would receive. He seemed to dismiss the thoughts as quickly as he brought them up and yet she still symphathized with him for the horrors he may have seen. She found herself touching the back of his hand gently with her own to offer some kind on consolation.

It was then that she realized something. Her lashes fluttered several times as she blinked, before giving a soft laugh. "I'm afraid I've been remiss in my manner, good sir. We have yet to be introduced," she again laughed softly. "I'm Mariella Aslyn Montenegro."
 
He would give a small smirk as he noted the blush upon her cheeks. However, he would choose not to mention it at this time. After all, he had only just started talking to her. One didn't want to come off as overly flirtatious, at least not most of the time. He continued to smile at her as she touched his hand, not shying away from it at all. As she spoke though he would think for a moment before giving a chuckle. Shaking his head a bit.

"My, no I should really be the one apologizing. Should have introduced myself sooner I guess. Though it doesn't really seem like either of us are much for tradition." He would turn his hand to take the one of hers laying atop it. Bringing it up as he would give a simple bow while speaking. "I am Lieutenant Richard Lightworth. Though I doubt you would have heard of me at all, I have always tended to work in the more remote areas. This is the first I've been assigned around actual civilization. Though can't be too bad at all if I have the pleasure of meeting a lady such as yourself."

He would smile, giving a kiss to the back of her hand before he would let it lower then. Giving a smile to the woman, and waiting for any response now. So far things seemed to be playing heavily into his favor. The woman enjoying his company as he normally planned things out. However he was for once actually enjoying a conversation with one of the ladies here at these darn parties. This one might be worth keeping around for more than one feeding. He would just have to see how things fared over time.
 
The blush that had appeared before seemed to return in full revenge as he lightly kissed the back of her hand after he'd finished introducing himself. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Lightworth," she said as she grasped the edges of her skirt and offered a polite curtsy. Pulling herself back up, she offered an honest smile and turned her eyes back towards the garden to admire it once more. He was right to say she hadn't heard of him, because she hadn't. Not that she paid attention to any of their country's militia news, or ranking officers. Though now she thought that maybe she should pay just a tad more attention to such matters now that one of the officers had managed to intrigue her. After a moment, her eyes danced back towards him and she seemed as if she were about to say something, but she never got the words out as she turned out to be interrupted.

An older woman came onto the balcony, as attractive as Mariella, though her red hair was peppered with gray and she had thin wrinkles in her facial features. Similar green eyes found the two standing at the railing. The woman, dressed in an extravegant golden gown, hemmed in gold threads, came flouncing over towards the young woman. "Mariella dear, what are you doing out here? You won't attract any suitors out on the balcony. How can you ever expect to find a husband? Come inside, come inside," she ushered, before she caught sight of the man standing nearby. She feigned surprise and fanned her face. "Oh goodness! I did not mean to interrupt," she exclaimed.

The woman came to stand ever so close to Mariella and the younger woman couldn't help but grimace, with an inward sigh. "This is my mother, Eliza Montenegro," Mariella reluctantly supplied an introduction. "Mother, this is Lt. Richard Lightworth." Eliza beamed an exagerrated smile and offered her hand. "A pleasure," she said, "it's nice to see not all men are chased away by my daughter's crass tongue."
 
He would give another smile to the woman. Shaking his head a bit as she would finish up the introduction. "Oh, I do really believe the pleasure is all mine. Can't say I'm used to someone with a mind to rival her beauty as well. It is a refreshing change." He looked to her as she was about to speak, but turn his attention to the voice of the older woman as she came up. He would have to force himself not to frown heavily at the woman. He kept his polite smile as she spoke and they were introduced. Extending a hand to greet the woman, and waiting for her to offer hers. He could already tell her attitude would be annoying. Though maybe she would make a good drink one day if need be. But he would put on his heirs for now. Though he had to keep himself from giving an amused snort at the grimace on Mariella's face.

"Well it is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Montenegro. You have a lovely daughter here, and I see now the beauty is inherited." Oh he was quite the charmer sure, though he hoped that the hint of a sarcastic tone at the end of some of his words wouldn't give him away too much. "But no, the conversation has been going quite well really. We actually had touched on the subject of what she thought of these parties, and the majority of the people at them. It certainly has been an experience so far." He figured quickest way to get the mother to head on her way was to stroke her ego and make her think she was getting what she wanted to happen.
 
Mariella wasn't entirely oblivious to how the man reacted to her mother, not that she was surprised. Quite the opposite in fact. Not many could stand the overly invasive woman who just had to have her nose in everything. Though many tolerated her out of common courtesy. "Oh goodness, you are quite the gentlemen," Eliza floundered out, a blush tintingher cheeks. She was just as fake as the others inside, Mariella knew. "I appreciate you looking after my awkward lamb," she continued as she fanned her face with exageration. Mariella curbed her grimace and straighted a bit to take hold of her mother's elbow. "I came outside for some air, mother. You know how claustrophobic I can get at these parties. I shall be in shortly. Mr. Lightworth will see to it that I make it back inside in one piece," she reassured the older woman.

Eliza turned to her daughter and bobbed her head in agreement, excited that her daughter seemed to at last have attracted a possible suitor. "Of course, dear. Well, Mr. Lightworth, do enjoy the party," she said as she nodded her head before disappearing back inside. Mariella let out a long, audible sigh and leaned her lower back against the railing. "Thank god," she said relieved. Her eyes glanced back to Richard apologetically. "I'm sorry for that."
 
Richard would hold the faux smile all the way until her mother had made her way inside. Looking back to Mariella then and finally cracking into an actual smile before starting to laugh just a bit. "Your mother isn't very subtle in her tactics I see. But I guess you can admire that kind of dedication, even if it can annoy you to an early grave." He would shake his head, giving a light sigh as he would look out over the garden area. It was quite beautiful out there, and much more isolated. The majority of the guests he knew wouldn't venture toward the garden. All the more a perfect place to go since he knew already she enjoyed the garden itself.

He would turn to look at her, offering an arm to her as he would speak. "If you would like, could take a walk out in the garden. I'm certain the flowers would look quite nice in the moon light. Not to mention could get away from the more stuffy crowd. If you would like that is, slowly I'm becoming more an more curious about you, and would like a better chance to get to know more. Not to mention, that regular blush on your cheeks I do have to admit is quite fetching." He would smile, waiting for a reply from her now.

For once he wasn't having to blatantly lie to get a female to take a liking to him, and that a lone he found all the more attractive about this one in particular. She was odd, different, a bit off some may even say. Though he had always been the type to treasure that which was unique, even before he himself had been turned.
 
"Oh you have you no idea," she replied. Her mother was bound to do exactly as he said and drive her into an early grave. Mariella couldn't be happier that her mother had retreated and she wouldn't have to deal with her, at least for a little while. When Richard offered her arm, she knew in her heart that it was probably not a good idea to wander into the concealed garden unchaperoned, but she couldn't be more excited and relieved to escape even further from the party and its 'fake' patrons.

"I would love to see the garden, and perhaps hear more of your charming flattery," she teased as she took his arm, the soft blush still tinting her cheeks from his own teasing. "Why don't you take me for a walk." A soft smile tinted her lips as she began to descend the staircase with him that led down to the main part of the garden. The garden was large, some part out of view with large rose bushes and hedges. There was a gazebo sitting a little ways back under the shade of a very large willow tree. Occassional benches laid strewn about to offer a moments rest here and there.
 
He would give a genuine smile, although she may have noticed by now that he always seemed to keep his mouth closed when not speaking. Wouldn't want to alarm her, now would he? Escorting her onward, he would take back the last of his own drink and leave the glass sitting upon the balcony rail. "And while I may not have an idea, I would certainly enjoy learning more about you really. I mean beyond the obvious things like you being beautiful and smart." He would continue to look to her as they walked slowly through the paths of the garden now.

"Certainly quite happy to do so though." He looked over the garden now as they went. Taking in how the flowers looked, and the other plant life and water in the moon light. It was how he always got to see them, in that pale white light rather than them growing in the sun. But not like there was a whole lot he could do about that anyways. His very nature kept him from doing such. A light sigh being allowed to escape him before he would turn his attention back to her with a charming smile.
 
A soft smile couldn't help but find its way across her lips as she began to be escorted on a pleasant walk through the moonlit garden by this handsome gentlemen. She had noticed that he kept his mouth closed for the most part when he wasn't speaking, but she didn't think it was anything all that unusual in means of behavior. Her eyes wandered the expanse of the garden, drinking in the flowers awash in moonlight, and the reflection of the moon itself on the rippling waters. The roses - in whites, yellows, pinks, and reds - were beautiful to her; the rose was her favorite flower. So beautiful to look at and yet a danger to those who were not careful of its thorns. She gave a sigh, much like his own, though hers was of content.

"Well, there isn't much to me," she answered after a few minutes of enjoying the garden on his arm. "I'm the youngest of four girls at nineteen. My father and mother are both eager for me to find a husband, though my mother definitely is the head on that. My father likes having his youngest around now that all his other daughters are married and starting to have families of their own. My season didn't go well...most men do not find my honesty refreshing. They find it crass and annoying. Not befit for a woman of my station, or so I've been told. What else would you like to know about me that I could tell you?" she wasn't sure exactly what to tell him about, so she added the question in at the end in case he had anything specific to ask of her.
 
He would pull his attention fully back upon her once again as she spoke, continuing to walk with her though the garden. He noted how she admired the roses. Eventually guiding their journey over towards a patch of them. Picking a red one, the stem short enough so there were few thorns. Though he would take those off of it to make sure she wouldn't be pricked by it as he would give a bit of a bow and hold it out to her. The red one though more common, he thought would go better with her eyes and green outfit of the evening. He would give a nod, smiling as he would then continue on with her.

"Well much of anything really. Like how I don't usually go by Richard myself. My name most of my few friends call me is Derreik. Though call me what you will. You've already proven yourself enough for me to be comfortable with that." He would give a smile, looking up upon the moon now. "However, what are some hobbies you have, maybe a favorite past time that you have or enjoy? Just whatever general information you may have. I'm quite a curious sort really. But if you can't think of anything to tell, then feel free to ask any questions. I'm more of an open book than some would think."
 
Her eyes stayed tight on him as he picked a rose, dethorning it, before giving a gallant bow and presenting it to her. She blushed as she took the rose from him with a half curtsy, before tucking it into the partial bun in which they - her maids - had styled her hair. It was really thoughtful of him and she flashed him a genuine, happy smile. They began to walk again and she thought of what else she could tell him about herself that could prove be something interesting. By now they had wandered a good deal from the balcony on the tiled path, almost reaching the white gazebo stationed beneath the drooping branches of the large willow tree. "Let's go sit in the gazebo," she said with a smile as she angled their path towards it. Their two made their way to it, ascending the small staircase a moment later.

She took a seat upon the cushioned bench inside of the gazebo, enjoying the privacy it held from the house, even most parts of the garden. The view from the structure was beautiful, the garden alight from the moon. Stray rays found their way inside the gazebo, touching upon her oval face and red strands of hair. Her green eyes turned from the garden back to him as she folded her hands on her lap. "I read mostly," she said after a thoughtful moment to contemplate. "I dabble a little in the gardening at home. Mainly with the roses. I find them beautiful, despite their thorns. I like their condradiction; beautiful, though dangerous. It's silly really," she trailed off with a small, embarassed laugh.
 
He would give a warm smile, that blush of hers so enticing really. The blood of her body rushing to her cheeks. A sign of modesty, not to mention the blood itself always a fetching quality and bringing the vampire up in him a bit more. But he had long learned how to keep those urges under control. It had after all only been a day or so since he had last fed, there wasn't a great need for it at the moment. As she placed the rose in her hair, he gave a genuine smile at her simple action. It showed she did appreciate his gesture. Even one as jaded as he could appreciate such simple things. At the mention of the gazebo though, he would give a look to it before nodding.

"Ah, does sound good to me. After all, I'm sure we're far enough away from the party now. Most of the higher class wouldn't be caught dead sneaking away from a social function." He would give a chuckle, moving to take a seat next to her as they came under the shelter of the gazebo. He looked about a moment, it was the perfect setting already. Far enough away from the party that they would not likely be messed with. Not to mention the low hanging branches of the willow keeping them hidden if anyone was out at the balcony area where they had been. He would turn his attention back to her, listening to her speak and waiting for her to finish before he would give a reply.

"Well, I do read a lot myself when I do get the time. Though training and standing watch can be a detrimental influence on such things." He would give a warmer smile as she gave her opinion on roses. He had guessed that look of hers right it would seem. "No, not silly at all. In fact, I may understand quite more than you may really believe. Though it is rare to find someone who really appreciates it. Like finely made sword. Pretty, beautiful even to some. But an instrument of destruction despite that."
 
"You have a wonderful comparison there," she said with a small smile. He was right. A blade could be a fine antique, a beautiful piece of tempered steel, and yet, used for such a grisly act, to kill and harm the human body, or other creatures wondering about. She let out a content sigh and leaned her back against the wood railing that went around the entire expanse of the gazebo, save the enterance. It was then that she realized she had put herself in a rather compromising situation, being alone with him this far away from the party. Despite the reprocussions it could have, she did not mind all that much feeling rather comfortable in his company.

Though, she couldn't help but feel a little scandalious, being alone out there with him. Likely anyone who knew they weren't at the party and had seen them conversing, would be thinking such thoughts themselves. A secret rendevous in the garden. The thought made her blush, a little heavier than any other that had cropped up in their earlier interactions. Suddenly, she felt embarassed and avoided her eyes back to the gardens, hoping he had not caught it. "Ah...so, where will the military career be taking you next?" she asked after a moment, making conversation.
 
He would smile as he looked to her. That blush of hers creeping up again. Normally in the darkness not something someone would see, but the location of blood in the body even was just a natural thing for his kind to notice. He would move to smile warmly at her when she looked back to him though, moving to face her mostly, but lean one elbow upon the railings of the gazebo now. She was quite a fun conversationalists, something that he was quite happy to see. It was a dilemma here really, he had come to far not to feed, but he had to admit that he was starting to take an actual interest in this female. He would keep the feeding to a minimum, who knows what she might actually think of him once she found out though, but he would have to take that chance maybe. He could always just finish the job if she couldn't handle it after all. Though it would be quite a loss for the world he had to admit. As she questioned him on his future, he would give a shrug. Not sticking to that topic just yet.

"You know you shouldn't turn away when you blush though. Just enhances your beauty as it is." He would give a smile, tilting his head as he looked to her emerald green eyes now. "But I'm going to be around here for a few years most likely in all truth. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll be able to see you around a good few more times. I've certainly been enjoying your company so far. Would hate to think this may end up being our only meeting."
 
The young woman was often referred to as a beautiful little thing and as he complimented her blush, she couldn't help but feel like just that. Most men being put off by her, she never got to feel flattered. Another soft smile crossed her lips, even showing a slight white of teeth, to express her slight happiness at his words. For some reason, she had the urge to gently touch his hand once more, but she curbed it, simply studying his handsome face with her green hues. "I...I would like that very much, I think," she murmured quietly. Slightly embarassed by her admission, but she did not move her eyes away from him as she would have done before.

Mariella wasn't a forward young woman, or a scandalious one. In fact, she was quite the misfit when it came to the ton. She had no carnal knowledge, or even knowledge of kissing, touches; she only knew what lady's gossiped about. Never before had she even known what physical attraction felt like, yet now, as her eyes rested upon Derriek, she knew she was attracted to him. It was in the way her heart fluttered in his presence, the butterflies in her stomach, and the way he made her feel so nervous when even just talking. "I find I like your company," she added a moment later with another smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling with it.
 
He gave a grin at her words, lips parting just a bit himself. Not able to help it as he actually was happy to hear that from her. It was rare for him to even find someone that he was remotely attracted to. Of course, he usually spent his time away from people except to feed, and the ones who he did socialize with usually were just interested in finding a rich husband to take care of them so they wouldn't have to worry about doing a thing. He had made many a woman pay for assuming too much too quickly. He wasn't proud of his past deeds, but he was a vampire. He had to feed somehow. Though his smile opened his lips a bit this time, it was still hardly at all. A conscious effort to hide his fangs taking back over after a moment and his lips closed.

"I certainly enjoy your company as well. I...." He would think for a few moments before continuing. "I haven't really enjoyed myself at all in these sorts of parties till tonight. I'm glad I did come after you when you rushed out the door earlier." He would give a warm smile, moving to lay one of his arms across the railing behind her. Not trying to wrap his arm around her shoulders yet. If he had just been looking for a meal, he'd have probably been much more forward. But he had to admit this one was different. So he was taking it a bit slower than he normally would. He gave a slight sigh, looking to her emerald green eyes as he would just sit there.
 
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