Let The Snowfall Burn [Chris]

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SabbathUlf;;

Sabbath smiled wryly as she stepped into the room. Her eyes scanned the room for one person, and one person alone. Normally she would have picked out the first good looking man and tried to seduce him, but the devil couldn't bring her thoughts to stray from anyone but him. He had captured her eyes and he had not given in so easily to her advances. This had irked her and brought forth her naturally competitive side.

She looked around, spotting her four brothers being themselves in a corner and looking out for her, drawing a chuckle from her lips. She wondered how they would react to seeing her with Chris- if he showed up. Surely, with all four realms showing their faces in this dance, he would too and Sabbath would be able to see her desires once again.

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[KiaMii]

Christopher Lee Andreli

The air was crisp with a feeling of moot times. A six foot one teenage-appealing boy stood at the entrancing, leaning against the wall as he uncomfortably adjusted the tie on his person. He had elected tonight to wear a dark red dinner jacket with black slacks and a white undershirt, a black tie to complete it. His golden eyes flashed to show his rather irked feelings at being here. Sabbath had informed him of the ball and Chris Andreli had decided to go. Lucky him. He wasn't that much of a ball person, choosing to fight on the battlefield. To all that glanced at him, he seemed to be natural in the suit, and confident in his presence.

In reality, he wanted to go back to bed.

Balls just weren't his things. On the outside, he looked like a damn teenage kid, and that always irritated him because it was hard pressed to find that he was a vampire. Chris didn't opt to suck out blood of a mortal, he opted for rare steaks. He was hard pressed to not like considering his natural ability was seduction.

Chris sighed and his eyes scanned the ballroom for Sabbath.

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[!Wolfo.x;;]

Sabbath Ulf

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"Fatherland - tragedies
Tragedies written in snow"

"Fatherland - poetry
Poetry written in blood"

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Sabbath was almost about to give up looking for Chris when she spotted him. The corner of her lips quirked upwards in a coy smile as she realized that he had not yet seen her. She began to make her way across the grand room. She smirked, seeing him just standing there. Did he not dance? Well... this song she could understand. Even Sabbath didn't want to dance to anything so boring. But she would have to teach the vampire to dance the Tango with her - at least.

The tango was a luxurious dance, made for passion and to reveal the thrums of the heart. Sabbath was unnaturally good at it, her body would always sway perfectly with such music and it always seeped into her body with carnal pleasure. Something she would teach Chris to dance and feel.

She reached the vampire quicker than she had expected and stood in front of him, making him see her. She smiled and stepped as close to him as she could without physically touching him and stared him right in the golden eyes that reflected what he was. "I was starting to think that you wouldn't show up." She murmured, only loud enough for him to hear and no one else. This was their moment - no one would infringe upon that or suffer Sabbath's fury.

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[KiaMii]

Christopher Lee Andreli

"For a moment, I was beginning to want to. Of course, I never miss a chance to see my flame of my candle,"

He told her with a coy grin. He wound his muscled arms around her and pulled her to him, brushing his lips thinly against her own. He only came to see Sabbath, and that was the only reason he would stay. He was no dancer, though he was a charmer, but he chose to waltz rather than foolishly dance to this sort of... odd and fast paced song. He grew up a gentlemen and that was what he was. A charming vampire with a sense of old fashioned rendezvous. Nothing more. He grinned at her with a dazzling smile.[/size]
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[!Wolfo.x;;]

Sabbath Ulf

"Fatherland - tragedies
Tragedies written in snow"

"Fatherland - poetry
Poetry written in blood"

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Sabbath smiled as she was pulled against Chris and rested her head on his chest, listening to the workings of his body. Their brush of lips made Sabbath's inner voice jump for joy- but Sabbath kept her cool about it. Sure, the man had seen her naked before, but she couldn't recall a time when they had actually touched, so this made her smile widely.

She looked back up to him, leaning on her toes and pressing another kiss to his cheek. "We have to dance," She murmured again the skin, another, more graceful smile sliding onto her face. She never would have imagined him actually showing up to the ball, but here he was, and she was pressed against him- so she knew this wasn't some sort of twisted illusion.

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