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He'd enjoyed the schtick. It had been nothing more than a lark to give everyone a codename and play up the secret service bit for the mayor. He'd invested in a nice black suit and ear piece. It was supposed to be a joke until it wasn't.

The mayor gave Will a bit of an issue. It was noble that he wanted to stay, but Will was his guard for the evening. That meant keeping him safe. The second that the screams rang out, William pushed the official towards the emergency exit and a waiting car. He secured the man within, only heading back into the gallery when the vehicle was traveling north.

The gallery was worse than when he left it. Chaos caused by panic swept through the building. There was a certain level of laissez faire from groups who should be helping. The wolf grunted as humans were herded inside, fearful that the attack was far from over. Will grabbed the nearest body, pulling them behind him. "You are going to get trampled if you stand there. Stay behind me."

During Belle's third lap around the gallery, she preformed the last of her social duties. Now she finally was able to enjoy the paintings and the rest of the evening. She lingered in front of one display before drifting to another. Arjun should be proud of his success. She turned to go look for the man and discuss the price of the mulberry and cornflower piece when the scream echoed through the building. Making her way through the crowd just in time to see a man lying in a pool of blood and a vampire who had not been tidy with the feeding. There was only one way for the elder to respond to the chaos. "Fuck me."

It was all a bit overwhelming if she were being honest. The last time that Daphne attended a gallery event, the crowd had been far smaller. Judas' work did tend to draw a crowd. Add all the other artists being featured and it was little wonder that she had to elbow her way through simply to see the first piece in the collection. It looked as if every elite in the city decided to come this evening.

Rather than get tossed around with those networking, Daphne decided that it would be better to wait it out. She headed towards an empty corner, intent on being a wallflower when her breath was taken. The canvas could not have been bigger than a foot in length and width, yet there was so much detail in the work. "It's so beautiful." She took a step forward, hardly believing that the masses had ignored the small painting concealed in the shadows.