Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on May 7, 2008 12:55:44 GMT -5
*Charlotte danced with several gentlemen, looking almost devilishly pretty in a fiery orange-red silk gown, cut daringly low across her breasts, with rubies glinting at her ears and throat, her dark hair swept back from her face to fall in a cascade down her back and across her bare shoulders.*
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 13:03:19 GMT -5
*Preoccupations with unsuitable and wholly infuriating girls did not make the social world stop turning. Nor would Valmont have had it do so, for he was not one for brooding. Action suited him more, all his recent reading notwithstanding. So he presented himself, artfully attired as always, at a series of parties, salons and balls. He had not seen Valerie in some days, in either of her attitudes. Or, he thought, perhaps there were more than two. She was a changeable thing, and the previous ball had not exactly been the first time she'd surprised him.
She was here again. He caught sight of her right away, her dress like a beacon directing men to scuttle themselves on the shores of her exposed bosom. Valmont's eyes narrowed. There was no mistaking her--her adamant denial had almost caused him to doubt his senses.
No longer.*
"May I cut in?"
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on May 7, 2008 13:05:21 GMT -5
"No," *she said tartly, her mouth twisting into a frown.* "Why do you follow me, monsieur?"
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 15:39:23 GMT -5
*Valmont's eyebrow raised.*
"I thought we had finished with this charade," *he said.* "Your vehement denial the other day I now take to be evidence of your chagrin at being caught out, which implies you do not wish me to know of this flirtation with society. If that is the case, you're going to have to avoid the best parties, you know. I've been on the guest list far longer than you."
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on May 7, 2008 15:43:43 GMT -5
"Is that meant to be some sort of slight against my good breeding? It would have been improper for me to have a season any earlier than this. I am only just seventeen, Monsieur."
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 16:09:28 GMT -5
"No one could ever desire your breeding to be other than it is," *Valmont assured her.* "It's your sense of humor I find questionable, Mademoiselle Lambert."
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on May 7, 2008 16:11:00 GMT -5
*Her eyebrows shot up.*
"What did you just call me?"
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 16:33:14 GMT -5
*Valmont stared at her while trying to look like he wasn't.*
"Your name? Or not funny?"
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on May 7, 2008 16:36:23 GMT -5
"My name is de Villiers," *she sniffed.* "Excuse me, monsieur," *she said, taking the arm of an aristocratic-looking gentleman with a pale complexion and steely eyes.*
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Post by Valerie on May 7, 2008 16:38:04 GMT -5
*Valerie swung her leg over the windowsill, creeping into the castle disguised as a page, her hair bundled under one of those ridiculous powdered wigs.*
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 16:41:45 GMT -5
((So she took Valmont's arm? )) *A frown creased Valmont's features. She certainly didn't seem to be joking. He didn't like the look of the gentleman. It wasn't anyone he knew, which was shocking in and of itself.*
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on May 7, 2008 16:45:53 GMT -5
((No, a vampire, duuuuh. As much as Valerie probably WISHES she could stake Valmont and call it an accident...))
*Charlotte was drawn into a shadowed corner by the man--a Count of some sort, she believed. She hardly knew what he was saying, only that she was fascinated. She smiled at him charmingly, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. While she meant to save her valuable virginity for her husband, that was no reason not to encourage any potentials. The Count chuckled, leaning nearer with a feral grin.
Charlotte did not note the fangs.*
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 16:56:12 GMT -5
((I know. But it could describe him too. He's a sex vampire.))
*He hadn't intended to follow, even with his eyes. But they kept straying, as his feet brought him closer. Perhaps that was her intent--the Valerie he knew would certainly never lure men into corners in this way.
Perhaps he had never known her at all. Perhaps Valerie Lambert was a prank, a lark. Mademoiselle de Villiers' bored adventures as a poorly-rendered poor librarian.
But no. No one who showed Valerie's spirit would be tempted by a pale, dissipated dandy of the sort found at parties like this. And if she was, he was damned it it'd be someone other than himself.
He tapped the man on the shoulder as he bent over the girl's neck, and the pale count turned, his fangs hastily covered but visible for the split second Valmont needed to recognize them.*
"Get away from her," *he said, stepping even closer.*
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Post by Valerie on May 7, 2008 17:05:35 GMT -5
*The man merely glared at Valmont.*
"You'll have your turn, monsieur," *he hissed, turning back to Charlotte, who had swooned moments earlier. He held her with one arm, her head thrown back limply, exposing the length of her neck.
Valerie moved slowly through the crowd, but with a purpose, drawing nearer and nearer. It would do no good to rush the vampire--he might panic and do something rash. He would take his time with the dark-haired girl in his arms.*
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 17:09:30 GMT -5
*What was Valerie doing? Valmont glanced at her, and something niggling at the back of his mind told him it wasn't her after all, that something he didn't understand was going on. Still, as unlikely as it was, it bothered him.
Before could ask himself what he was doing, he punched the vampire in the face. He couldn't remember the last time he blood sang like this.*
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