Tristan pushed Maria off his shoulder "Smile sweet idiot, this is part of your education, and this is Paris so smile" he hissed pulling her upright. She hitched a lipid smile onto her lips. "I suppose that will have to do." he sighed "Whats the matter anyway?"
"My brother told me you would help me become a glamourose lady of Paris; all you have done is buy me dresses, scold my speech and the way i act, and taken me to an obscene musical that the church should condem. Your a horrible man, i don't know what my brother see's in you" she said a touch defiantly.
"I am your brothers role model, and the sort of man every 'glamourose lady of Paris' would die to be seen with." He answered lightly. "You shall take Dorielle here as your model, watch her at the ball tonight and learn." He took both thier arms and swept away.


Tristan bent low in front of Fantasia. "Beutey such as yours madame has never been seen, and shall never be seen again. I do hope we shall meet once again...soon" his dark eyes looked meaningfully at hers; when he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Tristan, i am teird, i do not wish to go to the ball; take me home please." Tristan wirled round and stared at her in disbelif. He smiled a touch dazedly at Fantasia. "It seems my young country conpanion requires my attention. Goodnight Madame" He grabbed the wayward Maria and pulled her out of the hall before she could say another word.

Once they were all in the carriage he turned to Dorielle with a hard smile and angry eyes. "Would you be so kind my dearest to help me find the chit here a lover?" scared blue eyes gasped beside him, but his hand was already covering her mouth. "Someone who won't go too far but can knock this precotiose nievaty out of her?"

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(( Ok Lady Rae is out of town and decided to graciously volenteer me to play her part for a while. So ... here goes nothing.))

Fantasia smiled at Tristen taking note of the young girl that tugged at his sleeve. "Soon indeed Lord ..." She stopped seeming to catch herself lowering her eyes before alowing a pink glow to touch her cheeks. "Tristen." She wispered as if she were almost afraid to say it out loud.

She watched him leave. A fake smile palstered to his lips, anger at the interuption flashing in his eyes. Oh to see that anger unleashed... She thought breathing in the thick scent it left floating on the air.

Dorielle looked back at Tristen and smiled. "I think I know just the one, however I thought that was your job..." She trailed off meaningfully. "Hince why her brother so eagerly asked you to accompany her."

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Tristan... God she was wonderful, the way she said his name had convinced him, if that innocent blush hadn't; that he had her, just where he wanted.

He came back to what Dorielle was saying with a snap. "I know, but the child obviousely hates me..." there was a soft thud beside him as Maria passed out from lack of oxygene "...and I don't have time to seduce her."

Tristan scowled at her breifly then moved acrose so he was siting next to Dorielle. "You see this girls more of an experiment than anything else. Her brother gave her to me was becuse he needs a sister that can enhance his social standing and marry well. Apparently her nievety and piosness are so great that even men who like that sort of thing were discoraged. She wants to be a myter apparently." He sighed

"You see why i need three people? The other guy will seduce her; and just at the last moment when she'd ready for him, we take him away. I will teach her all the information she needs to know, along with how to hold her dress ectera; and if she dosn't quite understand then i tell her to look at you, as the finest...of my...creations..." He leaned in and softly kissed her neck.

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Dorielle frowned slightly. "Yes, I'll speak to him tonight and see what I can come up with." She smiled pushing away from him as he lightly kisssed her neck.

"Now now ... Tristen you promised." She leaned her head against his shoulder, "You better hope your friend wakes up before we get there, otherwise you are going to have alot of explaining to do." She said watching the girl.

Fantasia continued to watch the guests leave. She allowed and air of bordom to settle over her features. He's mine... She thought to herself as her mind drifted toward Tristen.

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"Oh she will" he replied confidantly, putting his arm round her. He still thought of her as his sister, but some times he forgot, especially as when she was looking as beutiful as she was tonight.

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Dorielle looked up at Tristen a faint smile playing on her lips. "Well you know ... if she doesn't you'll have to take her home, and I shall be forced to dance with less talented partners..." She trailed off pouting playfully knowing he would never let that happen.

Finally! Fantasia thought as the last of the guests departed. She smoothed a wayward curl back from her face with practiced elegance refined by long years. She glanced aroung the entry hall noting with keen eyes the exquisit workmanship. The air of bordom faded and a slight smile touched her lips.

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Tristan smiled, he fully intended to dance with her, but, no harm trying. "Well I won't be able to dance with you at all tonigt i'm afaid my love, i'l have to escort the child there, unless of course..." one finger slid over her lips "..you would be willing to give me something in exchange for danceing with you." she really did look wonderful tonight.

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Dorielle gently placed her gloved hand against his smooth cheek. "We both konw your prices are too high for me Tristan." She said before pulling away from him and turning to look out the window. "You have duties I shall not keep you from them." The disapointment she felt betrayed by her voice.

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Tristan pulled her round and kissed her lightly on the lips no more. "You should know sister that prices are always lower for familly." he looked at her for a moment. "You goose! Did you really think i wouldn't dance with you? Dorielle, you are my favorite of all the girls i trained. You are beutiful and modest, you have never once embaressed yourself in any society, you know how to act in all company. You can flirt and be as polished as the next girl; but unlike many of my girls you haven't forgotten your innocence and become a polished shell...your writeing a play for gods sake! I would never see any harm come to you, and i will dance with you first on every occasion." He gave a sly grin "Even if Fantasia turns up, you shall have at least the first dance." He pulled he into a hug, "In my heart, though we may not be tied by blood; you are my dearest sister."

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Dorielle layed her head against Triste's chest and closed her eyes. She liked the feel of his strong arms around her. She felt safe knowing that he would never let anyone hurt her. "Do you think my plays are good enough for the stage?" She asked looking up at him. A soft noise from the other side of the carriage made her look over at Maria. "Tristen ... I believe someone is awake and rather shocked that you have your arms round another girl." She smiled, but remained where she was. There was no point in moving before she absolutly had to.

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"I haven't seen them yet love" he whispered into her ear with a smile. Maria sat up fully "You...you.." she stammered in anger. Trsitan regretfully, and he made that obviouse at least, left Dorielle and came over to her. She shrank away.
"Yes, i knocked you out, why; because you were embarasing yourself and your familly. You think that is the way to behanve in public? You were rude, pettish and showed yorself up to be a country bumpkin, not least one who had not been taught anything at home. A six year old pheasant knows more manners than you showed tonight." He wasn't shouting at her but the anger and disgust in his voice was palabel. He sighed and collapsed back against the seating. "It is imperitive that you keep your feelings under control at all times in public."

Maria was sobbing penitanly at his side. He got up and gave her a handkerchief, then sat down again. "I know you are caperbel of much more than you have shown. Tonight i want you to prove to me that your not such a lost cause that you should be sent to a convent, I will be nearby, but I don't expect you to reley on me all the time. If you are unsure of what to do, watch what Dorielle is doing." The girl nodded contritly.

Tristan gave Dorielle a small smile "We make progress it seems dearest" He mouthed to her.

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Dorielle watched the girl dab at her face and pated the seat beside her. "Maria darling why don' you come sit with me?" She suggested holding out a gloved hand. She glanced at Tristen as if to say. Don't worry ... I won't bite ... hard.

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Maria gave a weak smile and moved over, with a slight grace that had not been there before and took her seat.
Tristan smiled back at Dorielle wolfishly.

(when are we going to arrive i wonder)

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She took the handkerchies and dried the girls face, then patted her hair back into place whre some of it had come down. "Now don't you worry about a thing, you just stick with me ... I know Tristen can be kind of gruff sometimes, but it is only because he wants you be absolutely irresistable, and trust me if you let him ... he can make you just that."

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The theatre had accrued a silence..the sort of thick quiet that holds an eerie apprehension. A silence waiting to be broken. Sebastian's ashen face appeared suddenly, mahogany tresses framing that torn countenance as the rest of him came into view. Soulful brown eyes gleaming like two orbs sucking in the light from the gaslamps, all the while fixed on the two vampire women.

His gloved hands were held behind his back, holding his top hat. The smooth surface of his skin exhibited no sign of emotion, it was simply pacified, calm if not blank. "Hello." He stood in the aisle opposite them, unmoving. Waiting.

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The street was oddly quiet, devoid of any traffic, and a thin crescent moon loomed in milky-indigo sky. No stars were visible on this night, however. Cued by the snap of a horse-whip, one by one each carriage began it's journey..a caravan of decadence parading discreetly down the road. The trip would take fifteen minutes..

[I apologize for my slowness. Dealing with a few things. I shall bring you to the ball in my next post. ]

(we havn't even started yet??????? Oh ye gods)

Tristan smiled at the complement, but pretneted he hadn't heard, looking at the window as they began to move.

Maria looked at Dorielle wonderingly. "Like you?"

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