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A Maid's Tale	By : tealover Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Het - Male/Female Views: 886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rinoa was seated on a mahogany sofa, which had an
ivory-colored upholstery patterned with oversized pink roses. After taking a
last sip, she placed her wineglass on the marble coffee table in front of her.
The parlor was mostly silent except for the muffled sound of music from behind
the large wooden doors and the seemingly disjointed melody, which the silver
haired man played on the grand piano as she spoke to him. As he played on the
all too familiar instrument, he stared out the dark window where he would
silently observe Rinoa from the reflection.

�Tell me about this Leonhart you were looking for.� He asked
in a smooth voice while continuing to play random chords.

Rinoa pleasantly laughed, �He�s young, abrasive, and very
private. Nothing like the gentleman you are, kind sir��

The man grinned knowingly.

��at least that�s what he wants everyone to think. I know
that he�s truly a gentle and lonely soul.� Rinoa said as she began to stare at
the patterned carpet, feeling slightly uncomfortable about telling a complete
stranger all about her Master.

The grin faded and he stopped playing the piano. An
expression of shock spread across his features, which were obscured by his
mask. �And
how would you know this?�

�At first I thought it was a series of strange coincidences, but I soon
realized that he would often tease me and think that I was unaware of his
intentions. I believed it must be his own way of showing appreciation for my
dedication to him.�

The man gripped the piano seat with his ungloved fingers; he was both
embarrassed and taken by surprise. I�ve fooled the world for a century and
yet� this woman who I own has been playing tricks with my mind the whole time? He
idly traced an invisible line along the gold lettering etched onto the piano in
order to unnerve himself. He was trying to act as though he was unaffected by
her words. �Why would you want to dance with such a man? Money, perhaps?�

�Oh, no.� Rinoa laughed again, �I just wanted to forget who I was and for
him to forget who he was. If only for a moment, I wanted him to notice me as a
woman.�

Turning to face her, the silver haired man stared long and hard at Rinoa. I
already have. You don�t need all this to impress me.

�I guess you find my fantasy of meeting him here rather silly...� Rinoa
looked up from the carpet and shyly smiled under his intense gaze, expecting a
response.

Can�t you see, Rinoa? I am your fantasy.

He didn�t respond and Rinoa averted her gaze. �I apologize for rambling on,
it�s just so easy to say anything when I�m hiding behind a mask.�

I know how that feels.

�Aren�t you going to say anything?� Rinoa looked at him, and then at the
large grandfather clock across the room from them. �Perhaps I should leave�
it�s almost midnight.� She nervously gathered her dress skirts and stood up,
making her way towards the exit while taking care to walk around the elegant
furniture decorating the room.

As she raised her head, she gasped in surprise. . The silver haired man had
somehow moved in an unnatural speed from the piano towards her. He was now in
between the door and herself.
His gentle voice relaxed her, making her forget what had just happened, ��I had
nothing to say.�

He slowly lowered his
head towards hers, placing his hands on her shoulders. Rinoa closed her eyes. I
don�t even know his name. I don�t even care. His lips gently brushed against hers for a moment and her heart
felt like it would burst out of her chest. Rinoa remembered being kissed like
this before but it was in a dream. This was real. She could smell his cologne,
she could just barely taste the wine in his breath, she could feel the warmth
radiating from his body. Her eyes snapped back open when she realized he was
breathing heavily against her neck. �Are you� all right?� she asked unsurely.

Instead of answering
her, the silver haired man lowered his head even further towards the base of
her neck. The grip on her shoulders became a painful and restricting one. �That
hurts�please stop.� Rinoa managed to squeak out. She tried to loosen herself
out but it was all for naught, the dress had already restricted most of her
movements. In between her struggle and his iron grip, the blue dress
slipped even lower and revealed her bare chest to him, driving him over the
edge. Rinoa felt teeth on her neck and
screamed in panic, kneeing him in the groin.

�I�m not one of those types of women!� Rinoa scolded and
watched with a careful eye as he fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Pulling
her dress back up and readjusting her hair, she stomped past him and out of the
parlor.

The long, straight
silver wig fell towards the floor revealing short light brown hair. The man
groaned in pain while clutching himself.

�Rinoa��

Rinoa strode her way
down the long crowded halls of the theatre, feeling more uncomfortable with
every passing moment. She felt as though all the feathered and masked faces of
richly dressed nobles were laughing at her naivety. She shivered and held
herself as she made her way outside. Spotting the right carriage, she began to
walk in its direction but felt herself compelled to look up towards the sky.

That�s strange.
Where are the stars?

She looked towards the
large moon, which slowly became obscured by a black cloud. Rinoa blinked her
eyes and squinted as she watched the cloud form out of other, smaller clouds
gathering towards it. Shaking her head she quickly walked the rest of the
distance, putting up the illusion spell over Vincent and the carriage.

Vincent assisted her
into the carriage and she was surprised to find Selphie and Ballari already
inside. Selphie�s face was obscured and it seemed she was crying. �What�s
wrong?� she asked. Ballari shook her head while patting Selphie�s back, giving
Rinoa a look that said �not now�. Before Rinoa could ask anything, screams were
heard outside and the large clock on the building across from the theatre
struck midnight. Everyone inside the carriage looked towards one another and
Rinoa peered outside the small window.

More screams were
heard and Rinoa looked upwards. The clouds were in fact hundreds of winged
monsters, which were now descending towards the theatre. Some continued to
circle the buildings, it seemed as though they were crows from a distance. Turning
towards the entrance she saw dozens of people running out of the building, desperately
clinging onto each other.

�Vincent! Get us out
of here!�

�I�m utterly
famished.� Quistis remarked as a man and woman in bloodied finery were trying
to run past. The woman barely made her way across the dance floor before she
was grabbed and bitten from behind, while the man was lifted into the air by a
black-winged vampire who bit into his neck and then dropped him, allowing his
body to fall two stories towards the floor. Quistis paid the atrocities no
mind.

�Patience my love,
where are your manners?� Seifer said with sarcasm. The two continued to dance
even though the music had long stopped. Dozens of vampires, some winged and
some not, were all over the theatre chasing people like cat and mouse.

Blood was spattered
across the walls and floors while more blood sprayed onto Quistis, as a nearby
vampire was openly feasting on a young noble girl who gasped for help with her
last breath. Quistis licked the blood from the side of her mouth. �I�ve had
enough of these appetizers,� she said in annoyance. �Let�s go.� She and Seifer
then strode towards the dining halls as Quistis loudly announced to all the
vampires present, �Supper is served.�

Leonhart managed to
find Rycharde amidst the mess of screaming people and shielded the old man as best
as he could. A cackling female vampire that looked to be a Galbadian noble who
he barely recognized swooped down towards the two men, trying to grab at either
one of them. In one motion, Leonhart drew out a small 3mm caliber percussion
pistol from the inside of his jacket; it had ivory grips and the plated steel
shined as he took aim. He aligned the front sight with the vampire�s forehead
and squeezed the trigger with his finger, shooting the demonic angel down.

�Good thing you came
on time, I wanted to tell you that I killed Fuujin�� Rycharde said over the
noise.

Leonhart looked back
as the glass ceiling suddenly caved inwards with the weight of more vampires
flying inside. They seemed to be heading towards the dining hall while a few
strayed and chased down anyone unlucky to be in their path. He and Rycharde
continued their run out of the building until one of them appeared right in
their way, a young male with brown hair sporting a cocky grin. Rycharde
immediately raised his ebony walking stick. Shifting his weight, he swung the
long stick in a diagonal upwards motion, tripping the young vampire with
incredible momentum and force. Leonhart watched carefully as the vampire took
the full impact of the attack and fell backwards.

�I know you hated
dancing with her but isn�t that somewhat extreme?� Leonhart finally replied.

�She was one of them.�
Rycharde explained as they made their way outside, fending off vampires at each
turn.

�I see.�

Rycharde turned back,
taking in the sight of the wrecked theatre and the bodies strewn about it, �I
had no idea the city has gotten this bad...�

Leonhart avoided
looking back at the theatre and held his pace. Ultimecia won�t be able to
hide our existence from the world any longer.
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