Trouble in boots

Alina had been to her fair share of balls in her time - including masquerade ones - and she honestly use to get excited to go to them. Back in Russia, her grandfather would give her the money for a new dress and mask sometimes, and she’d always be able to find the most beautiful dress, while bringing change back to him. That was before her daughter and Mate had been killed; long before. In fact, her brother had pushed her out the door to come here, even though she saw no point in it. After all, this room was full of supernatural creatures who could smell who was who. And even if that weren’t the case, her height and bright blue eyes would give her away to anyone who had been close enough to remember.

Amber heard the others question and felt her shoulders slump down slightly. Over the years she had mastered the act of appearing to be innocent, but it seemed like she couldn't play the part of obedient daughter who loved going to silly events. Well it would have to be enough that she should up at the masquerade ball. Maybe by end of the night the party would turn out to be fun. 

jeremywee1:

What do you mean I can't order 500 teacups!?

Amber wandered around the town streets trying to find something to do when she began to hear shouting. In hopes to find some form of amusement she went to the sound. Before her eyes she saw the man tossing down the phone and she felt her eyes widen. Her phone was like her baby, she couldn't possibly through it on concrete; no matter how angry she got. Walking over she raised an eyebrow at him and questioned, "Sounds like someone is severely pissed off. What happened?" The question was more for her own curiosity than anything else.

Zoe’s heels on the sidewalk made a loud, echoing noise as she walked — click, click, click. She was on her way back from a job that had run late and so she was pulled her wheeled case behind her, umbrella tucked neatly under her arm. The streets were emptier than she would have expected for a town that so greatly thrived on the night, but she could hear someone walking behind her anyway. The footsteps got closed and as she felt a light tap on her should Zoe stopped and turned, finding Amber Lancaster stood in front of her. She’d seen the girl a few times before in the many years they’d both lived in the town, but had never actually properly met her. At the question she lifted her arm to look at the watch on her wrist. “Half past ten. At night, obviously. Running late for something?”

Amber looked over the vampire before her for a moment. Even though she had never had a proper conversation with the woman she still knew who she was. It was hard not to seeing as most people talked about how well she did her job. It brought her some relief that she had asked her and not a human. With a smile on her face she spoke, "Thanks. Though I'm not really running late more like trying to manage my time I guess." Looking around the street she figured she had plenty of time to kill. "So what are you doing out here? Any where you are headed?" she questioned.

"Don’t thank me - you’re a big girl, and there’s no need to go running to your brother. If you wanted him to know or his help getting out of what you were doing, you would have told him, or would have let hi find out by now." She didn’t care enough to go tattling on the girl, anyways. But she did care enough about what happened to her. “Your skills, though I believe are misplaced, are still impressive. But you’re not working for it. Do not fool yourself into thinking petty theft or any kind of theft is anything but degrading.”

Amber took a long sip of the coffee listening to her and nodded. She was glad someone understood that if she wanted Scott to know he would have. A small humored smirk crept onto her lips as she spoke. "Hey I don't think it's degrading. If you are dumb enough to not know I stole from you, then that is their own fault." she paused for a moment thinking about how the werewolf said misplaced. Where else could she use the skills she had grown so comfortable using over the years. "I don't think they are misplaced. I think if I have a light touch I should use it." 

"Don’t look so damn surprised - I’m almost five hundred years old, and have been here since before you were born. You hear things in town if you listen long enough." She smiled, knowing the young woman was not stupid enough to even try to steal from her - not to mention, she just gave her a twenty without expecting change. She waited, doing nothing but observing the people around her, and pushing herself off the wall when Amber came back out. "We walk."

Amber raised an eyebrow, but did not protest to walking with the werewolf. It might be nice and it's not like she really had anywhere to be. As she walked she sent Scott a simple text allowing him to know she was going to be out for a while and not to worry about her. She smiled at her phone seeing his return text telling her to stay out of trouble. If only the man knew. The Dhampir turned hearing the words and felt relived she wasn't going to tell her brother. "Thank you." she said simply giving a smile.

Maxine watched as Amber began to try to catch her breath, removing her plaid shirt, revealing a black tanktop. “This shirt is new.” She frowned at her as she now paid closer attention to the young woman to make sure she really was okay, even if her face didn’t show it. She watched Amber over the years - no mother, a father she’d personally enjoy killing, and no one but her brother there for her. Her activities, though less than amusing to Maxine, were rather impressive where her skill was concerned. But she never dared cut in, having Samantha to raise as it was. Everyone who could, remembered the hot headed wolf with a seemingly cold heart, bring a scared six year old girl back into town with her one day, seventeen years ago - not that anyone questioned it.

Air filled her lungs and Amber continued to make sure she was able to breathe. Still her eyes watched the woman making sure she wouldn't come at her again. Hearing her words brought a surprised look on her face. Was she losing her touch? First the stupid human found out and now Maxine. Though she gave a mental shrug seeing as the werewolf was older than her by many years and probably picked it up earlier. Amber never had stolen from the woman, seeing as she was a personal trainer and could probably break Amber in half. The Dhampir was daring, not dumb. "I promise not to." she said sincerity in her voice. She didn't plan on stealing from her, seeing as explaining a injury she would surely receive would be hard to explain to Scott. "I will be right back." she stated as she turned to follow instructions.

maxine-matthews:

Humans are safer. Less likely to bite your or something. Then again I suppose I’d have some kind of bias for them since I’m mostly human myself. 

That's one opinion of them I guess... What are you then?

Sky breathed in through her nose just as Amber ran her hands through her hair; the smell of a half breed tended not to catch the vampire’s interest, but this Dhampir’s appearance was quite appealing to her, not that her scent differed from any other Dhampir. Her smiled continued to play gently across her lips, though her eyes flashed with an astonishment when Amber mentioned she had never left Valhallow. “Never at all?” Sky asked in disbelief, “But there is so much more out there for you to see, Amber. So much more!” She couldn’t keep herself from rolling her eyes, unable to fathom how anyone could stay here in Valhallow when they have yet to see the wonders of the rest of the world. “What have you seen that would lead you to make such a judgement?” Sky asked.

A small laugh came from her lips as she saw Sky's reaction to the fact she had never left the small town she called home. In her mind there was no reason to leave the place. Everything she needed was there and until recently there had never been a human around to make her stomach twist in a knot. Still something about the vampire's words or voice, she wasn't sure which it was but it made her feel a slight doubt at her idea of never leaving. "My brothers are here and so are my friends." she paused thinking how to continue and she felt the need to be honest. "I guess I never had anyone tell me I should travel... Plus it could be nerve wracking going out there on my own, I would have no idea where to even start." Seeing the others eye roll she knew she had to come up with a plausible reason for her thinking. "I have met one and he isn't what I would call an honest man. I saw him steal from another person and then blamed me for it. The werewolf he was stealing from was not happy about it." There that seemed like a good enough thing to say. It was no where near the truth of what happened with the male, but it would due. Seeing the smile return to the vampire's lips made one form on her own. For the first time in a long time she felt important, like she was worth something. That was rare and she liked it, but something in her felt as if it wouldn't last. "That is an amazing. Thank you." she told the other.

"We can just get a whole one to share, extra cheese?" She asked

"Alright." Amber told the worker what they wanted and waited for them to finish making the pizza. Once done she payed for the pizza and turned to look for a table. "Where should we sit?"