When Emma looked into the mirror, she saw a sublime and alluring vampire dame. She never imagined she'd see a time where she needed to emphasize her father's heritage, yet here she was, dressed in Jocasta's black and velvet ballgown with her golden hair crowned in a ruby netting. He black feathered mask a subtle nod to her maternal heritage.
"You look beautiful." Emma turned her head to her mother beside her.
"Thanks." Emma fitted the mask where it was comfortable on her. "I hope I'm not noticed, I've garnered quite the reputation among these provincial vampires."
"That's the best part about a masquerade ball." Amalie fixed her daughter's flowing hair within the net. "Your face is hidden so the world will never find you."
"The world doesn't know I exist." Emma remarked. "At least the world outside of Machecoul. A Nephilim disguised among vampires like a wolf among sheep."
"True, but these sheep have fangs and a keen scent for blood." Amalie stroked a tress of her daughter's hair.
"I've doused myself with enough perfume to choke in it. They won't smell me." Emma assured, taking her mother's hand at her head. "I'm going to be fine. I've been in worse danger than this and I'll be with Vance." When she turned around, she was caught in her mother's firm embrace.
"Be careful, Emmaline." Amalie's voice was heavy.
"I will Mother. I promise." Emma pulled her in.
"Remember this is a recon mission, not a battle. If things turn ugly, get the hell out."
"I know Mom, I will." Emma lowered her chin and kissed Amalie's cheek.
A polite knock on the door interrupted their tender moment. "Madame?" Vance curtsied in full masquerade regalia.
"Monsieur." Emma took his hand.
Amalie nodded. Look after her Vance.
I'll guard her with my life. Vance blinked in acknowledgment, his eyes his clear natural burgundy.
Under the moonlight, the vampire and Nephilim took wing as a bat and a white falcon (vampires could take animal forms other than bats, her avian shape wouldn't raise suspicion.) Emma felt absolute freedom and fearlessness, soaring under a cloudless sky. Her white feathers almost glittered under the starlight.
Be careful, my Dove....
Emma cocked her head at the low thrumming voice in her mind. Him too? It was nice to know her parents cared for her.
I will. She flapped her wings and caught up with Vance.
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Castlevania Nocturne: A Sneak Peak
FanfictionA 'sneak peak' of a future series chronicling the events of Castlevania Nocturne following Emmaline Tepes and her mother as they watch over their descendant families in different ways. A work in progress. I just wanted to write the first chapter down
