His Immortal

The First Dance

CH 1.

'The Meeting'

[Settridge Mansion, Kit's bedroom]

A few candles lit the old room in which they stood; old yet beautifully crafted furniture was placed around them, an old stone fireplace on the eastern wall, and a large bed sat on the western wall. Zephir had just buttoned the white button-up shirt he would wear today; laying on the bed was a dark red vest and a black waistcoat. The woman accompanying Zephir stood on the other side of the bed, brushing her long black hair Zephir watched her, still not liking the assignment given to him; though he had known Kit for more than a half year, Zephir didn't want to trust her so he just wouldn't.

"So you're going to be meeting my father tonight..." Kit said, turning to look at him, still sitting on the side of the bed, met by him turning his head away. "My father is strict and doesn't see humans as any more than slaves, if not just as food," Kit explained; her distaste for her father's ways was evident.

Zephir didn't answer her, pulling his vest on and then starting to button the item of clothing up; Kit had finished brushing her hair.

"I'll be back in a moment," Kit said, standing up to leave to the next room; she returned just as Zephir finished buttoning the coat over the vest.

"How does it look?" Kit asked softly, wondering what his response would be.

Zephir looked to see her wearing a shimmering white ball gown with poofy shoulders falling to her elbows, long sleeves extending down to the mid of her hands, a loop on the end of each sleeve for her thumbs, a poofy layered skirt that was pleated reached down to her ankles.

"Exquisite," Zephir said, almost too quiet for her to hear, noticing that she was getting up from the bed and heading towards him; Kit looked at his clothes before attempting to look at his eyes, Zephir avoided contact.

"Do you need help with your hair?" Kit said, touching his arm, causing him to flinch, pulling her hand back as she felt him tense up.

"I'll take care of it," Zephir said quickly, a hint of anger in his usually calm voice.

"Ok... if you need any help, I can --"

"I'm fine, thank you..." Zephir interrupted, "I'll join you downstairs," Zephir said, going to the next room, keeping his face turned away from her.

Kit sat down at the table that held a mirror with no reflection; looking back at her, what was she thinking bringing him on this mission Zephir hadn't shown any inclination that he would go along with this. Kit then finished styling her hair; standing from the mirror, Kit went to the door to the room Zephir was in, raising her hand to knock.

"Maybe this is a mistake; maybe I shouldn't have brought him on this mission... Zephir hasn't shown any inclination that he would actually go along with this, but, if he wouldn't do it, he would have never come with me," Kit thought to herself, hoping beyond all hope this man would pull together.

Dropping her hand to her side, Kit walked to the door leading to the hall, but before she left, she laid a masquerade mask out for Zephir as was the custom for men at these events, then she left the room towards the Ballroom.

[Kit's Washroom]

Zephir stood looking out the window as the first rays of light started peeking over the mansions around him Zephir didn't want this. Sure he wanted to belong somewhere, and he hated slavery, but how could he trust this woman who knows what she could do to him; Zephir closed the window's drapes and pulled his hair up in a ponytail, then opened the door, where he strode into the room where he had left the girl, yet found Kit had left; walking to the door, Zephir put his hand on the knob before looking over to the nightstand seeing the mask.