Bloodrotic series 1: (Friedrich X Imee)
A story about a Mafia and a Vampire that meet under the moonlight at the vast of river. Just a one night stand they make a deal that just to fill their own needs of pleasure until both of them fall in love.
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The Masquerade Party arrived at the Scarlatti mansion in Florence, Italy. The grand estate, illuminated by thousands of twinkling lights, stood as a beacon of opulence and mystery. Guests, adorned in elaborate masks and elegant attire, filled the expansive ballroom. Among them were members of the underground city: powerful mafia leaders, notorious gangsters, and elite assassins, each representing their respective factions.
The air buzzed with tension and intrigue as alliances and rivalries mingled beneath the glittering chandeliers. The sound of a live orchestra filled the room, playing a hauntingly beautiful melody that added to the enchanting atmosphere.
Fred and his crew entered the party, their presence immediately noticed by everyone. Fred wore a sharp, tailored black suit with a crimson mask that highlighted his striking features. Edward, Bryant, and Keith flanked him, each exuding an air of confidence and readiness.
"Quite the turnout," Edward remarked, scanning the room filled with powerful figures.
"Stay sharp," Fred replied, his eyes already assessing potential threats and allies. "We're here to make our presence known, but let's not forget why we're really here."
In the center of the ballroom, a grand staircase led to a balcony where Alessandra Scarlatti stood, her regal presence commanding attention. She wore a dazzling golden gown and a delicate lace mask, her eyes sharp and calculating as she surveyed the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Alessandra's voice rang out, silencing the room. "Welcome to the Scarlatti Masquerade. Tonight, we celebrate our shared power and influence in the underground city."
A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd as Alessandra descended the staircase, gracefully making her way towards Fred. She stopped in front of him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and challenge.
"Fred, it's an honor to have you here," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I hope you enjoy the evening."
Fred gave a curt nod. "Thank you, Alessandra. It's quite the event."
As the night progressed, guests mingled and engaged in hushed conversations, forming and breaking alliances with every passing minute. Waiters in crisp uniforms moved through the crowd, offering trays of champagne and delicacies.
In one corner, a group of mafia leaders discussed territorial disputes, their voices low and guarded. In another, gangsters from rival factions exchanged thinly veiled threats disguised as pleasantries. Assassins, cloaked in anonymity, watched the room with hawk-like vigilance, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Fred and his crew navigated the room, making their presence felt. They exchanged nods and brief conversations with key figures, all while keeping an eye on potential threats.
"Looks like everyone's here," Keith observed, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a familiar face across the room. "Including some old enemies."
Bryant nodded. "We need to be careful. This place is a powder keg waiting to explode."
