Through the night it felt like an obsessed dream. Natasha scoured the Masquerade Ball parking lot savagely seeking Caine who suddenly vanished before she could show him the intensity of her heart. Wailing like a banshee filled with betrayal that someone had abducted him from her. All night she searched until the near morning were the dawn could have killed her. Returning to the mansion she unconsciously fell asleep upon her chamber bed. Subjected the mysterious golden dust making her dream so many scenario's towards Caine. Dreams that the old vampiress never experienced in the most intimate kind.
Many of the ghouls remained on the lower level all morning and afternoon not wishing to check in on their mistress. Afraid her wailing maybe out of hunger. Jeffery the loyal servant did not fear his beloved mistress. He suspiciously went the grand stairway until he stood before her door. Knowing full well the masters did not disturbances and the old servant already saw his daughter murdered by their hands, an the atrocity they did upon mistress by surgically disgracing her neckline from pulling it out to hush her vocals. With no more delay he entered the grandeur of Natasha's chambers. It had been entirely re-decorated with her favorite belongings shipped from New York. Richly designed Elizabethan furniture which created her favorite era of all time. The bed was a large king size tapestry bed with elaborately transparent silk material that draped like a harem door. Jeffery approached the bed while cautiously peering through the material. He could see her figure sprawled out in the Masquerade gown still.
"Mistress Blood. Is everything alright?" He called to her calmly.
Mood from night time was like an alarm clock to the ancient chthonian entity. Rather disorientated she struggled to awaken from the worn off effects that still wanted to linger. Jeffery's voice helped pull her into reality and instantly shot her eyes open; of course, he couldn't see this. Her eyes roamed through mask eyes an strawberry blonde hair strands recklessly messed over her mask. Weaken by lack of blood this day she struggled to pull the hair strands from the mask --before dismounting it from her enchanting vampiric youthful features. The mask was tossed aside nonchalantly uncared for only her fingers returned to the swollen beauty of her lips. They caressed over them debating if that kiss ever happened? Was he some figment of her imagination?
"Where are the masters?" she spoke through the fingers still trying to remember that vital kiss. Eyes closed in disparity as that sensation from his mouth was sorely being loss the more she was coherent.
"None dare to search for them..." He said timidly.
"Of course they don't. Naught that they'd wished to be sought out" A statement said in a groaned fashion as her elbows up pushed into the mattress. Natasha was needing blood so badly. If she wasn't careful she could go into a frenzy. Pray for humanity then if that ever occurred. Memory of Caine was pushed out of her mind as was that Masquerade Ball. It was a complete blur how she managed to be there an then here. Natasha wondered if the masters had the same disposition? Not that they would tell her and if they did. No doubt they'd blame her for it. Saying she might have used Cornelius ancient powers they've been seeking for. Natasha startled Jeffery when she laughed at that theory. Insecurely he walked backwards unable to bring himself to keep company at his mistress bizarre behavior just now. Laugh sounded almost demonic and he did not wish to find out if she was going insane?
