Dancers steped in such unison that they were like one body part of a sea of flowing fabrics. Their medival type style outfits full of dull color and flower pattern designs on the womans dresses, corsets tight enough to crush ribs. The men in tails and coats that showed their wealth. Gloved hands together all looking very serious as the orchestra played on the band stand.

Star and her freinds stood outside the door, they were all in dresses they had made themselves. Not at all like the ball gowns that the others wore, another unique thing that the others didnt posses was that they were vampires. And teenagers, forever to be until a steak through the heart. And they were going to crash the ball. They were sick of hidding in the shadows unable to enjoy life like others, this was how they were going to let thier presance beknown.

The 7 looked at each other and smiled, they each had a part to play, the first to go in would be Lilly.

Lily was a very tan vampire, looks very strong and almost masucline but still pretty. She had naturally curly hair that turned blonde after being turned. Though her brown eyes turned to a deep chocolote. She had an amazing voice, each vampire had a power that came with their turning, Lily's was spell singing, her singing could affect those other than her vampire freinds, they hoped this would calm the people they saw. Lily turned to them smiling her fangs growing, she crept along the back way blending to the shadows. She opened the door and went through the back. James followed a teenage boy who had been turned, his hair becoming chalky black, hair strewn and unkept, eyes blue like frozen saphires. He followed Lily growing his fangs out and the others waited. James had the unique power of music, he could create music as if out of thin air, he was to be Lily's aid in this crash. Those two were to go inside, convince the band to leave and take over blasting music that was very teenagery and not like any one of this realm had herd before, music like lightining and thunder.

The remaining five, three girls including Star and two boys waited outside for the signal, it was taking a couple minutes longer than they had hoped....then it came. Silance you could no longer hear the band playing. The five opened the doors to see a group of dancers staring in awe at the two vampires standing where the band used to be, then the music started. Music like lighting, thunder, drums, unlike anything they had ever heard before. One of the vampires held back to turn off the lights, all but one in the center, the dancers spread away from the light as if it were poison.

Emily and Lia were first, Emilys fire red hair lay wavy down her back, light olive skin, electric brown eyes, and fangs. Lacey, her black hair straight falling down her shoulders, eyes like the most electric brown. Next came star, she had her black hair in curls up in a long pony tail, daimonds coating her black hair, her white skin glowing against the light, and her dress the one she had made on her own sparkled in the light revealing much leg. Their two guy friends followed and they began to dance with the music, not hand in hand and step in step with each other like the others had only moments ago done. But with their own hip actions, (which to the ardians was probably scandelous).

And to make the situation more scary to the Ardians (who were completely frozen watching at least all of them they thought) was that they were smiling and laughing revealing their very sharp, very real, fangs.

((What her dress looks like:))
http://www.edressme.com/53061.html#

The moon light shone down on the wooden street, several drunks past a elven man as he walked down the street. He had long blonde hair, Dull blue eyes, Clothes of a archer and hunter and taller than most Elves. Vincent spotted several people ahead, many had left the building infront of him. Vincent ears were pounded by loud music which sound too him like thunder and lightning. Vincent heard a scream, he sped up on the wooden path beneath his feet. He casually opened the door, the moon light shone down on him like his was an angel, but he was no angel. His pointed ears stood out and his long blonde hair fell below his shoulders and behind his ears. The Leather clothes gleamed with a brown out line, He had gotten his clothes from a well known elven clothes maker and blacksmith.

Vincent surveyed the crowd with his dull blue eyes, he stood out amongst most elves and so did the people in the center of the room. As he looked closer, it appeared the women and men had fangs. Vampires!! Better not do any sudden movements Vincent thought. He stepped forward, the hard soles of his boots creaked on the floor. "Look what we have here, Some party crashers. What would folk like you be doing in this Elven city?" Vincent said, his Elven voice was backed by a deeped voice with a coldness in it. Vincent continued forward, as he moved, he checked his surrounds. The last thing he wanted to have was an ambush by vampires. Stopping before the group he smiled. "Any of you ladies care for a dance" Vincent said with a smile, his elvish voice echoed in his mind.

Vincent studied the vampires, both the female and the males. He had spotted several near his house in the forest but none here looked like the ones he saw. Several people rushed out the door, Vincent took no notice. "You seemed to have scared several of the locals, I congratulate you on that" Vincent said, he often like to stirr up people to see the reaction. He barely even saw vampires, but today he had caught several all in the same place. But he had no intention of hurting them, after all. He believed in honor, not killing for no reason. Vincent closed his right fist and looked straight at the group of vampires in the middle.

Jaz Verdek was approximately two point seven-five sheets to the wind.

A delightfully entertaining cook by the name of Rosario, seeing the elvish elite fully engrossed in their elaborate party, had, with the full support of the maitre d', pulled some bottles of wine from the stocks for the party and had distributed amongst the staffers working that night. Rosario, like the other cooks, was currently engaged in the under-age pipe smoking of halfling's leaf in the ally behind the building.

With alcohol surging through his veins, Jaz found himself disputing the nature of Supply-Side Economic theory to a pair of porters and the stable boy. Why he was doing that no one knew, as they had not inquired nor did they seriously care.

"Ya see, i's like, if the comp'ny makes more money, then it'n afford t'increase wages..."

How Jaz Verdek had wound up in Yomeniampa was a story in and of itself. The soiree had been put on by the East Arda Trading Company in the hopes of broadening ties with the Elves. As a security contractor for the Company, he had been part of the detail dispatched to escort the mission. Having arrived in Yomeniampa, the Captain had assigned him to guard the coat check area. Which, of course, Jaz was doing par excellence. Not a single coat or purse had been attacked by barbarian raiders. They were probably scared off by his light-blue East Arda Trading Company Security surcoat.

Accostomed to the excentricities of Bard's Night at the Drunken Dragon, Jaz was oblivious to the dimming lights and change in music tempo.

"Securiteh, Securiteh!" A high-pitched voice rang out. Jaz turned to see a quartet of middle-aged women in extravagant flaring dresses and bonnets, centered around the most corpulent woman of the lot of them, walked into the coat-check area. This drew the attention of the other staffers, since many of them were both drunk and underage.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Securiteh," the jowels of the large worman shook as she spoke, "There are a group of young rascals in the ballroom engaging in lewd acts of the most immodest variety! I demand, in the interests of the general welfare of your establishment, given its dependence on our custom, to remove the interlopers presently without further ado!"

"Tis quite an unpleasant medely!" Observed one of the women, whose squeal was more high-pitched than Jaz had thought humanly possible.

Jaz leaned back to get a view of the commotion in the ballroom. It was then that he noticed the change of music from dull contemporary music to what could best be described as a bag of cats being beaten against a wall to the beat of an Ogre chanting while sharpening a sword. A handful of teenagers were jumping around in front of the stage, clearly trying to offend the conservative sensibilities of the party-goers

"Are they strangling the guitar?" He absently asked no one in particular. Pulling himself back up, he turned and faced the women.

The large woman spoke again. "Well, shant you take action to restore the common virtue and forth-with take in hand these underclass riff-raff?"

"Ma'am, I'd love t'do somethin', yah see, but unfortunately, I'm in charge'a guarding the coat check, and can't desert my post. Y'could ask one'a the other guards though."

"I say, are you inebriated sir?"

"No ma'am. I'm drunk."