My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 46: Evening Tango

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 Lordomon 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. Lardomon'’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 can see traces of the man who used to torment her every minute of her life. Awake or asleep. But he doesn't scare her any more.

"I see you have brought company with you." Elmir says displeased but keeps up appearance. Normally she would coward under that particular gaze but not this time. "How observant of you.” she replays arrogantly. Immediately his eyes begin to twitch. A warning sign that she is nearing dangerous territory. A sign that would have had her stutter out several apologies and cower in the past.

"I believe this is yours." Lydroan casually says taking off the awful collar and throwing it in his face. In its place he attaches a black one with beautiful stones and an engraving in shadow language. Not the same she had when they left. "She belongs with me now." Leaning against him she can't help but smile at the fact he said “with’ and not 'to". Elmir looks flat out mad and is about to lose his composure.

"You little back stabbing whore!" he spits out. "You come here now or reap the consequences.” he demands threateningly. Eyes narrowed and hollow.

"Follow me husband." Lyra spits out “husband’ in distaste. Turns and walks towards the stairs. She has been here several times before and knows her way around. Currently she is walking towards a specific room and stops right outside briefly to make sure everyone is following. With a gesture she ushers the others inside before her.

"That eager, huh?" Elmir says with his usual calmness.

"Oh, you have no idea.” Lyra shoots back with a crocked smile which causes some coughs or clearing of a throat. "I want you to sign these divorce papers.” holding out the papers for him to take.

"You sound awfully cocky and mighty now that those three is backing you up but alone you will always be that frightened little girl you've always been. The little girl who seeks her parent's approval and is prepared to do anything just to be loved and seen but will forever remain the broken one nobody wants. Pathetic.”

"You want us to leave my lady?" Jaze asks with an exaggerated bow.

"We'll be in the hallway just outside.” Lydoran whispers affectionately giving her toe-curling kiss then walks out followed by the other two. Lyra saw Jaze tuck some papers inside his suit jacket on the way out.

"So, they didn't really care.” Elmir lets out a booming laugh looking arrogant and self-assured as he always does. "Now, let me refresh your memory. Living like a spoiled whore must have made you forget all my lessons.

"I didn't forget them. But why not let you be on the receiving end for once?" Swiftly Lyra moves from the door and up to the desk where she slams down a shocked Elmir against the smooth surface. Straightening him up again she backhands him before kneeing him in the stomach, allowing his body to slowly sag to the floor where she continues to kick him just as he did to her. Gripping a fistful of his hair she lifts his head and looks into those dull, color less, eyes. "Useless filth like you should die screaming.”

"You will regret this Lyra.” He promises venomously while spitting blood on the floor.

"There are a lot of things I regret when it comes to you, but this is not one of them. Are you going to sign those papers now?"

"I'll sign them but don't think you will get rid of me that easily. This is after all only papers and we all know who you belong to.”

With a smile Lyra hands Elmir the papers and pen once more and this time he takes them and after reading it over he signs both papers and hands them back with a stone-cold look in his eyes silently promising retribution for this little display. Lyra calmly looks through the papers just to make sure everything is in order before neatly folding them and putting everything back into her purse. With an ever bigger smile she leans over him whispering in his ear.

"Play time."

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