"Peace is overrated, it's the fighters that survive"
Ripper: An infamous nickname given to sadistic vampires who enjoy abusing, dispatching, and/or mutilating their victims.
The next night Hayley walked into Layla's room determined. "I need a dress." Hayley ordered and Layla raised an eyebrow slightly annoyed.
"And I need resurrecting spell but I'm out of luck." Layla held her hands up as a bird flew into the room dropping a letter. Catching it she frowned. "Of course Tristan would be so bloody cliché." Layla cussed before storming to her dress closet and throwing Hayley a long red ball gown.
"Oh my god this is beautiful, you know you have really nice dresses." Hayley commented as Layla got out a gold dress with a plunging neckline and an open thigh.
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"Do me a favour, I heard you flirting with Elijah, don't cheat on your husband." Layla spat.
"Why were you invited?" Hayley inquired having been informed it was only Elijah's bloodline.
"I had a close tie with Tristian back in his time consisting of banter." Layla informed him. She placed a metal black mask as she walked out and drove over to the ball. As she walked in she quickly walked to the bar getting herself a drink as she saw Tristan walk in.
"Distinguished friends welcome, it's so rare we're able to come together like this to revel in the company of one night, true equals" Tristan held his glass up his eyes looking around falling on Layla who coyly smirked. "Now I'd like to take a moment to welcome some very special guests, Mr Marcel Gerard, of course before we tell Marcel all out secrets there is one small piece of business to which we must first attend, we must determine his worth,"
"That's funny I seem to recall you being the one knocking on my door." Marcel walked forward amused.
"You have noticed Marcel that over the course of the evening, someone has managed to take something quite dear to you. Your day light ring, the course is quite simple, you need to deduce the identity of the thief then you are to simply take back what is yours. Although I doubt the prize will be equally relinquished despite our refinement we are still a rather violent bunch. In victory you become one of us. In failure you meet your death. You have a few hours until dawn I wish you the best of luck." Tristan smiled to Marcel tauntingly as he presented the challenge. Walking forward to Layla a smile formed on his lips. "Join me for a dance, Layla." Tristan ordered holding his hands out. Layla took hold of his hand joining Tristan for a dance.
"Hm my darling Tristan it seems over the years of life you were given you only got worse at dancing." Layla taunted him smirking. Leaning in close Tristan placed his head close to hers.
"Oh have I? I thought I was the better of us two. You seem out of practice. May I say you look beautiful?" Tristan commented looking her over. Layla narrowed her eyes.
"What makes you think I haven't changed from who I used to be Tristan?" Layla challenged knowing he never would have told her that if she were like how she used to be.
