Shinedown - The Sound of Madness.
"Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!"
The birds, black blotches within tress left her somewhat uneasy. Their cawing and cackling echoed in the growing dark, the only light being the few lanterns set to distinguish the path of Natalia's manor. The lights reflected a golden glow off the cars that drove along slowly, the never-ending trail of guest. In the darkness of nighttime the mansion and it's illuminated windows were an impressive sight, silhouetted against the moon light like a crumbling, dangerous beast. Abandoned over half a century ago, Maidstone's Manor was now indulging in another yet eventful night. The mansion was most famous for the gardens that it had out front; always kept neat and tidy, always a gardener working away in the hot slaving sun; though the mansion itself was now a blackened ghost of its' former self; brier brambles clawed their way up the mansions' walls, dead and gray, tapping at windows and clogging drainpipes. The lawns were left to run wild and now, at their deepest; Natalia was going to try and relive the mansions' dreams.
The guests started climbing the walk way towards the entrance of the manor. Hoping that with the invitation received in the mail, they would be easily let in. Of course they didn't have to worry about identifying themselves; for everyone already knew what everyone was, for their race. Once they've reached the outside of the manor, a man that stood about 6 feet or so stood at the door with one hand behind his back; dressed in a tuxedo of black color, and a bow tie that just stuck out under the flaps of his collar. He nodded his head once as the first guest handed him their invitation. Inside the manor, the walls were of stone, and brick. A fire place on the far side of the main floor, and a few end tables that had nothing on them except saucers for the glasses that were passed around that evening. A stair well, that lead upstairs, swirled around as if it were leading to somewhere special. Only though the upstairs contained, 3 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, and 2 master bedrooms with a door on the end, leading to the balcony outside; where music could still be heard, and the people's laughter.
Further inside the mansion, you came across the ball room. A room that was lit with different sized candles and a chandelier that hung from the ceiling which swung just a tiny bit, to show some effect. On the side of the room were the tables for vampires, were blood. For humans and the rest; shrimp, finger sandwiches, quiche, nuts, a chocolate fountain, and some strawberries, were on the far table across from the blood. Though there's enough to go around for everyone. If you wanted something special to eat, all you have to do is ask one of the waiters that are at hand, to get your message to the chefs in the back.
Nataliya stood at the top of the stairs, as the guests started to enter into the mansion. Things were going to be interesting tonight. While dressed in her long blue dress, with a peacock neck, her hair was tied up into a few small twists and then a bun at the back neatly pulled away. The dress reached her feet, as a few large waves creased up the front of it. With short sleeves and some beads hanging from the sleeves, she continued to stand there placing her hand on the railing of the staircase making her way down into the front lobby to greet the people as they entered in.