He glanced at the grand mirror one more time, the shadow of a smile slowly appeared on his pale lips. It was not of his usual demeanour to observe girls so blatantly. But what does it matter, he thought to himself, her soul would be his soon enough. He could see her, the fragile beginning and the tragic end of Violet Denrose. Avast, he scolded himself silently. No, he thought with a slight curl of his lips, Violet Denrose’s fate was his as soon as she stepped into that ballroom.
“Enchanté, Miss Denrose.” A seductive voice rose out of the musty air like a ghost, she knew that voice all too well. With a slight roll of her stone grey eyes she turned and faced the boy, smiling down at her like a cat that had just eaten a canary.
“Harrison, leave me out of this.”
The boy dropped his playful demeanour and with a gesture of his head that indicated the lean figure that resided against the dark velvet wall.
“Julian wants to see you, and you know how he is, Violet.”
She tensed slightly, than exhaled. MIsty grey eyes glinting in the dark muted lights in the ballroom. She smoothed the smooth creamy material of her dress and stood up, to others, she had a cat-like grace as she glided across the ballroom and courtesy low to the man.
“Sir Julian.”
“Miss Denrose.” He spoke in a low but lightly accented voice, she kept her eyes downcast as he pulled her hand up and lightly grazed her knuckles with his chapped lips. She fought a disgusted shiver as he tilted her chin up, long tapered fingers against her skin. Julian Arrington had the beauty of an angel and the heart of a devil; she was one of the selected few to know the truth of his soul.
“Let me see your face, Violet.” He murmured softly, firm fingers tilting her chin up and even in the low light; she could see the electrifying torment of his blue eyes bored into hers. His face held an angelic smile but his eyes were a nothing but that as he leaned down, touching his forehead against hers. His fingers moved across her cheek gently in a caressing manner, really she didn’t see how that was seductive at all.
“What do you want, Julian?” She murmured softly, trying not to knee him in his nether.
“You should know that by now, love.” He whispered in her ear.
“You should know by now that I will refuse, love.” She retorted back, adding a touch of sarcasm at love.
“You wound me, Miss Denrose.” He pulled away from her, one hand on his heart in a mocking gesture. Smiling like a vixen.
Wonderful, if you die right now that would most definitely make me evening. She thought to herself while plastering on a smile on her face.
“I apologize for your loss.”
“I do not want your words, Miss Denrose.” He bent low once more, lips boldly gliding across her pressed ones. “Action speaks louder than words.”
“My dear sir, excuse me for a one moment.” She agonizingly removed herself from his vine-like grip and retreated with what she hoped was an apologetic smile. On the way back to the balcony, she spotted several other girls eyeing her with enough jealousy to kill a rat.
“Miss Denrose.” His voice followed behind her like an overeager puppy; nonetheless she continued her walk to the balcony, opening the large oak doors with a flourish of her hands. It was than she turned around, eyes watching with a flicker of amusement at the swish of her dress hem.
Like feathers, she thought, soft feathers.
“Miss Denrose.”
She snapped her head around with an impatient air.
“Yes, Julian?”
“Hm.” His voice was a mere whisper, filled with something so foreign she could not fathom what it was. But all thoughts was forgotten as his arms circled her waist tightly, pressing her body flushed against his.
“Julian!” She hissed angrily, misty eyes churning with the anger of an upcoming storm as she locked gaze with his smug ones. “Let go of me!” She growled, lifting her knee up in preparation to give the young man what he deserved but yet, she felt a warm hand atop of it. Squeezing in painfully, he bent down and whispered, forcing her one step backwards.
“You only need to ask, Miss Denrose.” His soft peach lips curled into a cruel smirk, his hands travelled upwards to her horror, she could only stare at him with her jaws ajar much like a fish out of water. All of a sudden, he shook his head regrettably as he pressed her back against what she now recognized as the balcony rail.
“How sad, how terribly sad.” He shook his head at her, and she looked up out of the haze of confusion to find tears that raced down his pale cheeks in rivulets. The alarm bells were ringing frantically in her brain as she felt the cold marble pressing into her back, and with a final grunt and a startled scream that ended in seconds.
The pain lasted a mere second, a white burning stretch of agony that consumed her entire being that burned away to a new world, of darkness.
“Welcome Violet, is a pleasure to have you on board.” The voice drifted out from the dark and enveloped her in a cold cocoon.
“What, where am I?” She called out in a croak whisper, the dull pain throbbing in her skull.
There was a low chuckle and darkness blinded her vision once again, only this time, she would wake to brightness.
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