"Attention everyone" after a few moments... silence.
"I, Aison Deidareze Vinundra, would like to graciously thank you all for joining us here at our annual family ball. I hope you all enjoy this wonderful evening and are left in high spirits. Now, continue as you were" the sound of ballroom music re-filled the large, luxurious lobby after Aison spoke from one of the balconies on both sides of the room. The entire mansion was majestically decorated with colours of gold, navy blue and deep red, truly a mansion that only a royal family could live in. The family that owned this estate was named the Vinundra family. Every year, family members from all over the globe would gather at this very mansion to reunite and catch up with the rest of the family. It was a way to keep the family close knit and after every 1000 years, a new head of the Vinundra's would be crowned.
The current head and host of this years ball was the pure-blooded Vampire, Aison Deidareze Vinundra. Tonight he wore a royal white and gold outfit with a long, maroon robe tied across his shoulders. He looked stunning and extremely high-class. His golden eyes scanned over his formally dressed guest below him, his face kept blank, even as he spoke. They were all Vampires, all Vinundra's one way or another. Some were married into the family, others were blood relatives.
One Aison's right stood the man he trusted the most out of everyone in this room; His trusty Werewolf Xaviour Felix Hunder. Xaviour mimicked his master and too scanned over the various guests who had gathered from all over the world, however, a glint of hatred was hidden behind his blank stare. 'I can't wait for them all to just leave... My Master shouldn't waste his time on these corpses...' he thought with slight anger. They all know he was half Human and half Werewolf and didn't really like him either, naturally. Xaviour wore an outfit similar to Aison's, without the robe.
To the left of Aison stood his, one year younger, brother, Fero Gaigara Vinundra. He wore an outfit with a different style to his brother's but still followed the same colour scheme. 'Soon it'll be me addressing the crowd and not Aison... Heh, I can't wait' a smirk resided on the boy's face as arrogance practically exuded from his body. His eye followed suit in scanning the audience. Crossing his arms, he let out a small chuckle, gaining him a short glance from Aison before the guy returned to face the crowd.
To the far left, slightly behind Fero, stood a woman. Her name was Reina Crawford. She had no thoughts or feelings in this situation and just silently scanned over the group of family members aswell. She was but a servant for everyone in this mansion and wasn't a Vinundra. That, however, didn't make her feel discouraged or anything, she just did her job, perfectly. She was a valuable servant indeed, silent and sophisticated.