My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 46

The day of the ball has arrived and everyone is getting ready. Lyra chose to remain at home

once their clothes where done and so did Jaze and much to her relief Malarath agreed it would

be best so. He didn't think Lárdomon would be any problems but his interest in her proved

otherwise which concerned the older vampire a bit and thought it best not to poke the fire.

Lárdomon’s creepiness aside, Lyra can't help but admire his work. The dress is exquisite and

hugs her body perfectly. Black corset dress that reaches mid-thigh in the front and floor length

in the back. The corset is made out of leather and lace with several buckles in the front and has

intricate swirls carved out in the back. The dress has many different layers of lace and satin

mixed together elegantly making it flow down nicely. Since the front is shorter it gives a teasing

hint at the garter underneath but clearly displays the garter-band in leather and lace adorned

with crosses and silver chains on her right thigh. Black high heels and plain stocking. Hair in a

simple yet beautiful side braid. Smokey eyes with bright red lipstick. Choker that matches the

garter band and a bracelet looking like a snake in silver and black, going from her wrist and

ending just below her elbow. She tops it all off with a mask covering half her face. Satisfied she

sprays some perfume and walks out to meet up with the others. The room goes silent the

moment she walks in. Three sets of eyes are on her.

"It's not polite to stare." she teases. A chorus of mumbled 'sorry' can be heard. Taking this

moment to study the guys she notices all of them somehow matches her. Lydoran the most of

course, but all of them have a goth, Victorian, look that is amazing on them. They have the

whole get up with the tie the vest and gloves and hat. Both Jaze and Malarath has masks that

covers their entire face while Lydoran's is like hers, only covering half and black.

" You look mouthwatering, my love." he compliments huskily. Love, awe and lust clear in his

silvery-grey eyes. "I love you." He murmurs lowly for her ears only while lightly caressing her

face. "Ready to go?" Checking the content of the purse she nods and takes his offered arm.

"Are you ready leave?" Lydoran asks the rest.

"Have you fed Lyra properly? Wouldn't want a massacre, even though it would be entertaining

to watch." Malarath snicker gleefully.

"I have but she is welcome to drink from me should she need more. "wiggling his eyebrow

suggestively.

"Oh god."Jaze grunts tiredly. "You fuck more often than bunnies and still never gets sated.

Being around you is damn near live porn." with that he is the first to leave. Malarath laughs. He

takes joy in seeing Jaze all flustered. They all follow Jaze out. Getting to Greg’s overly lavish and

vulgar home takes them nearly five hours. Upon their arrival the moon shines brightly in the

night sky and they are fashionably late which suits them perfectly.

"Ready?" Jaze gaze at Lyra as he asks. The underlying concern for her wellbeing is not passing

by unnoticed.

"Ready as I'll ever be." she breathes out slowly, offering Jaze a smile and a squeeze to his arm in

assurance. Looking at Lydoran she straightens her back and assumes the role of being his jewel

to flaunt this evening. Taking his offered arm, they walk inside casually. She checks so that the

awful, red, collar is in place around her neck when stepping forward to announce their arrival. It

was Jaze’s idea for her to wear the hideous thing and he presented his crazy idea in the car on

the way over. Even brought the collar with him. The thin looking man standing by the door,

with eyes too big for his head, takes the invitation and allows them to pass with a monotone

‘welcome’.

"Looking beautiful as always. I see the little vacation has done you well, but it was a wise choice

to return wife." The mere sound of his voice makes her skin crawl. It's like nails on a chalkboard.

Turning around she faces her demon for the first time in nearly six months. The first thing she

notices is how pathetic he looks with those watery eyes that lacks any real color, mediocre

build and height, dry skin with surprisingly few wrinkles for his age, and lack of presence. She