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The sound of music filled the air, followed closely by the sent of boose and the feeling of nausea that came with it. At it Dominic couldn't help but feel the urge to sneer coming on, but like everything else when it came to his personal pleasure, he hid it. It had been quite a while since his family had found time to celebrate anything lately, especially with the heavy feud that they had been dealing with with the clan known as Volturi. Even now, despite the gleeful faces and light atmosphere, he could see the wheels of war turning in the back of their minds. No one was at ease.

It was for that very reason though that Dominic himself found no part of taking enjoyment in this little celebration. Sure one of his sisters had managed to get herself pregnant again, but that didn't mean it was call for all this.... Nonsense. His sisters and sisters-in-law were almost always pregnant thanks to the warring lifestyle. If it wasn't one it was another, almost as if the males and females in his family believed that their own death was immanent and wanted to create soldiers for the the sake of the cause before they died. It was sickening.

"Good Evening, Mr. Ravieth," came a voice from near by causing the sulking vampire who leaned himself against a secluded wall in hopes of not taking part of the festivities to look down to his left. There he saw a young woman a small smile on her face as blush formed upon her cheeks...The word 'human' rang out in his mind and he fought against the desire to cringe in disgust, instead letting a nervous smile form on his face. "I was hoping to find you here without a dance partner," she admitted boldly, "Will you be willing to share a song with me?"

At first Dominic thought about turning her down, but knew the act to be impossible. His public 'gentlemanly' ways wouldn't allow him to leave her hanging and let her go with out a dance, so as a reply to her he nodded his head to her and offered her his hand. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer," he spoke in reply as he began to lead her to the dance for, "I haven't had much practice with it." The statement was an obvious lie, he had been dancing at every party he had been to since he was born and with his 700+ life span, it was impossible to say he didn't know his footwork. The statement had done what it was intended though and a giggle left the girls throat as she found a spot for them on the dance floor and moved his hands to the proper placement upon her.

"I'm sure you will do just fine. From what I've heard it's quite the opposite," was all she said before another tune began to take it's hold on the crowd. Dominic did not find time or need to respond to the statement and instead did what his mind and body screamed for protest against. He danced with her.

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Risika watched the people in festivities in awe. Her father was much too up tight to permit such behavior in his clan. Risika watched the people a bit more, feeling rather envious before she abandoned the scene of happy people. She was here for a reason, not to get lost in the people. She moved from the ballroom & searched the corridors for Dominic, the successor of this clan's study. He supposedly kept all battle plans in there.

Eventually, she found it, a large room filled messily with books & papers. Risika sighed & set about finding her sought papers. She heard the music playing not too far away, & tried to find the papers quickly. Finally, they were there in her sight. She picked up the plans & read over them carefully. Oh how the Ravieth Clan would be enraged when they found their plans gone. They would have to start over!

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As the music slowly came to an end, Dominic and the woman who had probably given him his name but he didn't bother to care to remember it stood apart from each other clapping. It was at that point though that he had managed to bring to much attention to himself, causing a few other of the female guests to near him immediately and ask for turns to dance with him, interrupting the compliment he was receiving upon his dance from his now ex partner.

"I apologize, ladies," he spoke with a kind smile upon his face, "but I can only handle one dance or more before I become to tired. Let me rest for a bit and I will be sure to return to the floor with one of you." The woman all giggled lightly before he took to escaping them, his mind far more occupied with other matters then that of keeping other people happy.

It was during the dance that he had managed to see her, a guest sneaking away from the company and heading to more private areas, his room and study being the first thing to come to his mind. As soon as he had managed to get the chance to escape he headed in that direction, ignoring the attempts to drag him into conversations or protests of his leaving the party made by his family. Fools, they could have at least been on a high enough guard to watch for suspicious activity in their guests.

Quickly, as soon as he was away from the party, Dominic made haste for his room, rushing with his vampiric speed to open the door to his private quarters. Not an inch of surprise left his face as his recalled all that he had seen. The sight of the very woman that peaked his suspicions, running through the papers and plans he had placed upon his desk. Before even giving her the chance to register his arrival, he rushed her, pinning her to the furthest wall as he pulled his blade from his side and brought the delicate steel to her neck.

"Guests aren't allowed back here," he said with a cold growl as a glare formed upon his face, "but I'm sure you knew that already."

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Risika suppressed a gasp as the steel threatened to slice clean through her throat. How the hell had someone discovered she was even here? Then, seeing the ornate family ring on the man's hand, she bit her lower lip.

"The family should be the center of attention tonight," Kaye murmured in her usual happy tone, trying to revert the questions to something else. "But I'm sure you knew that as well..." She watched his cold stare quietly. He didn't say a single thing in return. So, she'd tried to talk, but that didn't work. What was next? ... Bargaining, she suspected. What could she offer him that he didn't already have? She knew of nothing.

"What could I give for you to set me free?" Risika murmured shakily, the blade starting to worry her more.

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Dominic scoffed as he looked upon the woman. "I'm sure everything you have to offer I can get elsewhere and if I have to think of a purpose for you, filth. Then even your mind would be of no use to me." He let his blade slide along her throat gently, teasing her with the thought of her own death as he spoke, his first intention being to figure out who she was before he even bothered to think of sparing her.

"Your name now," he demanded cooly while focused, glaring eyes bored into her, "Give me that, and maybe I will give you a few minutes or so to beg for your pitiful existence."

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Risika frowned for a moment. Should she give her true name, or one that was fabricated? Looking her captor over, she decided that she would have to give her real name. He didn't seem the type to be easily fooled... or the type to enjoy games.

"I am Risika..." she answered slowly then. "Risika Kail Volturi." She watched him process the name as if he were familiar with it; he should for nearly her whole life was spoken of as scandal. She interrupted his thoughts by clearing her throat.

"May I know your name?" Risika asked. Compared to the several males of this clan, only about 3 should be let into this room. Risika was curious to who it was that was threatening her life.

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The name Risika ran strong through Dominic's mind, the Volturi name causing him to growl with displeasure as he tried to recall the positioning of their current family member that he held in his grasp. He ignored her voice as she spoke again, asking for his name. To him there was no need to answer and if she was unaware of who he was already then she was indeed a foolish woman.

"Your family is full of imbeciles if they sent a spy here who is moronic enough to not recognize her own enemy," was all he said in reply as his mind worked at recalling her position. It wasn't until he had remembered fully that a cruel grin formed on his face, the blade in his hand remaining where it was as he leaned in closer to her. "Ah..." he spoke in a deep threatening whisper, "I remember now. Risika Kail Volturi, daughter to James and Claire Volturi." He took a moment to look her over for a bit. "You seemed to take to the turning rather well. Though like all of you impure creations, you're much to weak and sickly looking. You will make a fine prize otherwise."

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Risika bit her lip & held back an angry reply. She couldn't admit to her enemy of all people that turning was the worst thing that happened to her. She looked away, & sought to have the attention taken from her.

"Your name," she requested again softly. "I am afraid that due to my distaste for your war, I have been able to escape my father's influence for quite some time."

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Growing irritated by the sudden display of irratence that escaped her, Dominic narrowed his glare before letting his blade change degree's causing the steel to cut at a the shoulder of her dress while the rest of the blade ran along her skin, cutting deeply if only because he knew she would heal again.

"Father's influence or not, you have some value to me," he replied, "You should be grateful I have at least found that much."

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Risika tensed as the blade cut into her skin. She grit her teeth, but refused to otherwise show pain. Her blood stained the front of her gown in a small area, & she ignored the slight annoyance to find out her cators name still.

"It just sounds like you're avoiding my question," Risika said. "Why are you frightened of me knowing your name so much?"

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