My Count Watres

The Masquerade

"Count Watres is hosting a ball tonight!"

"Oh, what on Earth should I wear?"

"I hope he asks me to dance!"

"Keep dreaming~ he only dances with pretty girls~"

Every nook and cranny of the city was alive with the chatter of girls from all over, buzzing with excitement over the Count's upcoming soiree. Count Watres was known widely for his over-the-top, extravagant parties and gatherings, each different and more unforgettable than the last. It makes one wonder just how he came across so much money.

Victor Watres paced his office, going over that night's plans, making sure every little detail was perfect. He was a young man in his early twenties. He was a rather handsome man, with piercing crystal blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that curled down just below shoulder length. His bangs were pulled back in two small braids united into one in the back of his head.

A strapping young man wandered the streets, dressed in mostly dark clothing. He wore a black long coat with a popped collar, and a tight white undershirt with skin tight black pants, followed by knee high boots with a small heel. He was rather slim with an average build and around average height for a man in his early twenties. He had curly brown hair that flipped to the right side of his face, complimented with dark forest green eyes. He was excited for later events, after all, the Count was holding ball later that night and that meant plenty of valuables to steal. Yes, this handsome young fellow was a bandit, and he was not ashamed of it. He loved the thrill it offered him. He loved the feeling of not being seen by others as he took their money or jewelry, it was exciting to him.

Night drew it's curtains over the city, and people began to eagerly migrate toward the glittering marble castle at the far east side of town. Victor stood at his balcony that overlooked his ballroom as people began to pour in. The same old faces... same fawning girls... same uninteresting old men... not a thing to grab his attention. He sighed softly, tying an elaborate masquerade mask around his head and adjusting it. The edges of the white porcelain mask were lined with a champagne colored gold and it was adorned with a long, quill-like feather. The mask mimicked his attire; an elegant, white suit embroidered with gold.

The strange man made his way to the ball, eagerly adjusting a masquerade mask that perched neatly over the top half of his face. Like the rest of his mysterious attire, mask was black with a smoky white fade going down the nose of it. He swiftly slipped into the ballroom and took a few minutes to examine it, listing every possible escape route in case things went south. He's done nothing so far and already he could feel his pulse jumping with growing excitement. Let the game, begin.

Like all smart aristocrats, Victor had guards posted at every door, window and entryway possible. He scanned the crowd once... twice... three times, until finally he caught sight of the curious stranger. His eyes lit up with excitement. This is just what he needed! Someone new! Someone interesting! He made his way down the marble steps, dodging and weaving through the crowd of waltzers and swarming girls. In doing so, he tripped, toppling over onto the stranger with a loud thud. The room silenced and everyone looked to the Count with varying concern or confusion across the sea of people.

The man let out a soft grunt surprise as he fell onto the ground, shaking his head as he looked to the man that had knocked into him. His lips curled back in a small scoff before sighing and quickly getting back to his feet. "Are you okay?" He questioned, cocking a brow at the male. His voice was deep and soothing, but still high enough to tell that he was young. His eyes lit up with slight interest as he now took the chance to look the stranger over. It was the Count. He could start to feel his gloved hands get clammy with sweat, his dark eyes widening slightly. His mind started to race, what if the Count was suspicious of him?