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Amidst The Red Lace (Sweetly&Minderbinder)

Sweetly_masked

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 12, 2009
It was nearly nightfall when the final boat came to port in the colorful, well decorated city of Venice. Everyone flooded off the ship; ready to go to the large and lavish parties the city was known for. Tiny lights glittered and glistened on the streets, they glowed like earth bound stars. The women laughed loudly with massive hair standing taller then they were. Their large dresses made it intimating to approach. It was the age of decadence after all. On the very back of the ramp, Abandoned by the excited visitors, was what appeared to be a young man, maybe in his early teens. He wore a baggy buttermilk shirt with a tight satin burgundy vest. He seemed too willowy and pale compared to most of the toned, sun-kissed boys at that age. His soft face and eyes made the the rich men take a double take at his form.

That was because Amelia was no boy. For a girl, she stood taller then most at 5'9" with a slender, graceful looked. She had snowy blond hair that was pulled back into a ponytail to hid her womanly charm. She was 18, but she could barely pull off a 15 year old boy. Her Mother had been a french women who grew up in Venice while her father was a strong German man that swept her off her feet and ran away with her. Amelia was the perfect mix of the two, Strong yet graceful. If she didn't dress like a boy she would've had suitors lined up from here to Paris. Other then her pretty face, Amelia managed to hid all her feminine features well. Her breasts were tightly bound with thick, cotton cloth so her chest was mostly flat. Her waistcoat hid the rest of her bust. She wore chocolate brown breeches and a long jacket to hid her curvy hips.

If she had been a normal girl she would have been considered one of the most lovely maidens around. If her mother hadn't died, she would have been raised in a fairly normal life. She had lost her when she was only a toddler. Her Father was from a well known and feared vampire hunter family, it was understandable that some of the monsters wouldn't like him very much. When her mother Clara died Amelia's father hadn't a clue how to raise a girl. So he didn't. Women were just easy targets to the monsters anyways. He would take her and her other 3 brother off on his missions, training them to be the best vampire hunters in the land. His 4 sons would nearly famous for their skill.

This was her first mission alone. Her heart pumped enthusiastically. Her father had been very reluctant to let her but the young huntress wouldn't allow him to treat her with a double standard because she was biologically female.

Amelia had got a message that there was supposedly a vampire clan in Venice, one of wealth and power. Likelihood it was just a false alarm, rich people tended to seem weird and almost cold blooded to normal people....but it didn't mean they really were. Amelia had always wanted to visit Venice though. She had traveled to every other major city in Europe, for some reason her father avoided the place as it were the plague. She doubted the vampire clan, but it was an wonderful excuse to explore.

Her fierce, yet powdery blue, eyes darted around looking at any buildings that a vampire would be likely to stalk. All part of her father's borderline psychotic training. Nearby she saw a bar. She nodded, pleased with her findings. It was a common hunting ground for vampires area because intoxicated people were the easiest to target. Plus Drunks were always willing to share what they knew about the gossip of the town. If there was a vampire here, someone would give her the details. She touted over to the pub a block away. People were already crowing in.

"pardon me?" She spoke in a lower, false masculine voice as she approached a table of tavern wenches. "I'm new to town, I was wondering if you would mind me sitting here?" she tried to sound like a guy but much to her embarrassment, she only managed a prepubescent boy. They all looked at her and giggled. Her heart began to pump wildly in her chest. She had never gathered information by herself before, one of her brothers were always there beside her. This time she was all alone. She hoped these women would either think she was just funny or would be too drunk to take too much notice of her feminine voice.

"Sure, pretty boy, but won't your mother be worried about you?" one women leaned over, her bust almost falling out of her low cut corset. The girl smirked. Another useful trick her father taught her was how to read people. This woman most likely got her kicks out of stealing innocent looking boys virginity. Easy target. After about a half hour of shameless flirting, the girls started talking about the vampires within the city. The details were foggy, she couldn't tell if there was one or twenty leeches mucking about. After she got the little information she could, she excused herself from the table. The ladies beckoned for her to stay but she had to start planning her action as quickly as possible.

First, She'd need to check into a hotel, then start staking out areas. Amelia didn't know the city yet, which was the most important aspect of hunting. Bars, alleyways, or anywhere else conveniently shadowed. Those were the most likely places a vampire lurked. Both her bag and bulky German sword hung off her back. It was too late already, no map shops would be open. She leaned against a wall. With her eyes closed she took a deep breath and slumped.

With all those women touching her thighs...she had to find something to distract herself. She already knew she had taken on a life of celibacy when we became a cross-dressing hunter...but it didn't help when she had to fake being a sexually interested man. Sometimes she wondered sometimes how much of her flirting was acting, and how much was her honest hope. She was frustrated...ready to kill something to relieve the tension but the girl knew better than to do something stupid.

And so she walked down the dark street, looking for a hotel that was still accepting guests.
 
Venice was a curious place to be certain, a shimmering apple with an absolutely rotten core. Perhaps not the most unique comparison, and yet for her it was all too apt. The parties that seemed to almost constantly line the streets were enough to cast a jovial atmosphere, the light and sounds creating a picture that was an absolute delight for the senses. When she'd been but a little girl, Sophia had thought that was all there was. The countless celebrations, the pretty lights...her family shielding her from the grime and filth that clung to the recesses. And yet she'd escaped such ignorance, she'd come to realize that beneath the polished exterior there laid that mushy brown goop. For every well-pampered woman in a lovely silk dress there were a couple dozen flea-bitten homeless who could barely even afford a proper meal. Even the rich families, with their money and their power, were free of the filth. Even now she was able to account with a certain clarity of the betrayals and the schemes that had wracked each of them. It was why her two older brothers were dead, a knife in each...and it was why she had chosen to make that dark pact.

A small frown would stain her pair of ruby red lips, a faint sigh escaping as her gaze wandered out the window of the carriage. The pair of dark brown, and almost doe-like, eyes would watch as the shadow-bathed streets slowly clopped along past...the distant sounds of festivity only just able to be heard. They were moving through the lesser parts of the city now, where the poor souls who had not the ability or the fortune to make a living found themselves. Her own nose would wrinkle just a tad as she took in their distant stenches, their blood laced with an unbelievable amount of alcohol. It wasn't as though she could blame them for their drinking however, it was simply another method of coping with life.

A stray hand, as white as milk, would reach upwards to brush a strand of raven hair from her eyes. She'd pulled her waist-length hair back into an elegant bun today, a couple of the locks framing a face that held a mixture of beauty and grace. Her dress help complimented her features as well, made from the finest silk and dyed a deep crimson, cut low enough to leave little to the imagination. Perhaps this, combined with her hair, was a bit over excessive. And yet, she always did enjoy a bit of dress up. It was perhaps one of the few things that reminded her of what it was like to be human.

She'd continue to let her eyes wander the passing streets, head cradled by an outstretched hand as she sightseed. And yet, as they drew closer and closer to their destination, something would catch the attention. Amongst the poor souls that mainly littered the area, their blood rich with alcohol, there was one who stuck out. She couldn't taste even a hint of ale...indeed, there was something else entirely different. Her soft eyes would narrow just a tad as it grew close, the woman leaning out of the window...eyes falling upon the source almost immediately. A man, no...a boy wandered the streets up ahead. The scent was nearly mesmerizing now, the woman licking at her lips as she watched him. He was a bit of a child she had to admit, Sophia herself boasting the form of one in their late twenties. But then again Sophia didn't exactly mind the young ones. Their blood always had a certain...taste to it.

"Adolfo," Her voice would call it to the driver, the elderly gentleman craning his neck to look back, "...stop the carriage,"

He'd do just that with a pull of the reigns, the carriage coming to a slight stop just beside the young man. The woman wouldn't waste much time in calling the boy's attention, a small smile upon her lips as she looked over him. "...quite a poor place to take a walk, no? Where are you headed, child?"

She waited for an answer.
 
As the hunter walked, she found herself deeper and deeper into the scum of the city. It was nothing she wasn't use to seeing. She was dressed in clothes that placed her in a solid middle class.This was for a very good reason. Being plain, but not poor made it so she could easily slip between different class lines of the city. It wouldn't turn too many heads where ever she went. She adjusted her travel bag and looked at the signs, hoping something would appear open. The hotels tended to be cheaper in this area of town too and people didn't look twice if you had a little blood on your clothes. It certainly wasn't the safest part of town...but it was the land of the weak. Perfect victims for blood suckers. If she had to deal with a little scum to kill a monster that was fine by here. She had never been fussy about dirt or grim. It was all just part of her noble profession.

Amelia felt a shiver travel down her spine as an alluring voice called out. The sound was smooth like fine velvet. She glanced over her shoulder and beheld the beautiful stranger. Her heart flipped at how stunning she was. This person might very well be the most perfectly crafted creature she had ever seen along her travels. For a moment she just stood there in silence, staring but with her back still turned. If there was anything that Amelia had learned from her father was don't trust beautiful, high class people. They have better things to do than talk to some lower class child. She could very well be a vampire and even if she wasn't she was still dangerous. She took a deep breath, putting on her persona once again.

"I could say the same thing about you, it's dangerous for a beautiful woman like yourself to be in these parts." The hunter said in a sweet yet charming way. The perfect response for the young, slender boy she pretended to be. Thankfully it was already dark and the lights of the city dimmed in these shaded areas. The night gave her extra cover over her female features. "I'm just a traveling blacksmith." She lied smoothly. Blacksmiths were known to hop from city to city, especially the younger ones looks for proper masters. It also explained why she would carry weapons on her. No one would ever question if she was lying. "I simply am looking for a cheaper hotel then the ones in the city."

Her eyes became transfixed on the red of her lips in stark contrast to her skin and dark. Did her brother's have the same struggle when they met such beautiful people? She wondered mildly as her eyes began to peer lower onto the milky white mounds. The young hunter realized she had been staring and quickly darted her eyes away, feeling her cheeks hue pink on her transparent skin. How embarrassing.
 
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