My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 45: Planning

"What has you looking so sour?” Lyra asks when Lydoran strides in all tense. Even Malarathlooks puzzled at his son's angry expression.

"I stopped by the mansion on my way back and this letter was there and its addressed to you."Holding up a black envelope with her name written in bold letters. Very fancy looking. He flopsdown next to her on the couch and hands over the envelope. "I already opened it and not sorryabout it."

Lyra takes it and looks at the swirling letters adorning the front. Her name is spelled out in red.Looking inside she replaces an invitation and a separate letter saying she should wear what's insidethe packages, including the collar she already got. "What packages?" she says out loud stillstaring at the letter in her hand.

"There were some packages attached to the invitation but I burned the hideous things. Theman’s taste is tacky at best.” Disgust clear in his voice. Lydoran lets out a heavy sigh but smileswhen soft lips press down on his in a warm loving, kiss and just like that all the tensionseemingly evaporates off of him.

"A masquerade ball?" Malarath asks eyeing the invitation.

"I had forgotten about Greg's annual ball. He has them once a year and everyone who issomebody gets an invitation. People flaunts their money and power. Main event is all the girls,barley teenagers often, and me." the bare thought makes her nauseous. A brilliant thoughtpops into her mind from out nowhere and thankfully chases away every miserable memory.

We are going to attend. All of us."

"We are?" father and son asks simultaneously.

"We are and it's perfect.” Lyra says with a devious smile.

"What are we and what is perfect?" Jaze questions while walking in.

"We are going to attend a masquerade ball two weeks from now." Lydoran clarifies. All threelooks at Lyra with different levels of disbelief, bewilderment and curiosity. Malarath is the nextto speak but he sounds humored if anything, "The perfect part is apparently walking into a largehouse filled with crazy humans. May I ask, why we are going to do that?"

"I want my revenge and what better place than a ball filled with his own kind.” Lyra keeps thedevious smile glued on her face and rubs her hands like an evil villain.

" That looked creepy on so many levels." Jaze avoids looking at her and rubs his arms whilegetting shivers. "You have gotten damn scary since turning.”

"Says the guy who fucked her thoroughly.” Lydoran fake coughs out with a wicked smile. "Idon't even want to know." Malarath mumbles and looks the other way but laughs right outwhen a pillow hits Lydoran square in the face, courtesy of Jaze. Lydoran is about to saysomething else but one look at the pillows in Jaze's hands he thinks better of it.

"Now that we have settled that. I know a tailor who can fix us exquisite costumes. If we gothere today, he will make sure to have them done within the time frame.” Malarath offers.Everyone agrees and gathers what they need before piling into the car and drive off. It takesabout three hours to get to the little corner shop. Everything inside is immaculately clean with afew racks and shelves filled with clothes. The entire decor is lavish with its baroque style anddark colors. Scattered lamps with dim lights set a certain atmosphere that only enhances thestores appeal. Its spacious inside yet intimate. Lyra is so busy taking in every little detail thatshe fails to notice the man standing right behind her.

"You should never forget your surroundings, mon chéri.” a heavily accented voice whispersright into her ear, startling her.

"That was not nice Lardomon."” Malarath reprimands halfheartedly and gets a casual shrug backfrom said man.

"It's been a while, my friend.” They hug. "Good to see you again. And you two as well. "he bowsin greeting to Jaze and Lydoran. "Now tell me who the little beauty is." he more or lessdemands while eyeing Lyra from head to toe with lustful eyes.

"Lardomon meet Lyra." Malarath introduces. "Charmed." Lordomon greets with a chaste kiss tothe back of her hand. His thick, french, accent gives every word a specific ring to it. He holds herhand loosely in his afterwards, much to Lyra's dismay since the man spooks her a bit with hisslender fingers, thin frame and intense gaze. Like the other three vampires, Lardomon is also ahandsome guy with otherworldly looks but it's hard and cold compared to the others. He mightbe nice but the predatory side is not hidden and most likely easily triggered. Or so Lyra feelswhen looking into his green/brown eyes.

"I recommend you to let go and step back now or else my son will get more annoyed than healready is. Perhaps violent even.” Malarath interrupts. Lyra takes the opportunity to snuggleinto Lydoran who welcomes her eagerly and instantly calms down.

"They can't be..." The look on his face shows doubt at first then envy before closing upcompletely and Lardomon is his friendly and professional self again. "What occasion broughtyou into my humble abode?"

"We are attending a masquerade ball in two weeks’ time and are in need of four completeoutfits. Think you can manage that on such short notice?"

"Please, who do you think I am.” Lordomon asks with fake hurt. With a sharp clap of his hands astab of people simply rushes in and whisks them away into separate rooms. Measures are takenand loads of fabrics are being held up then discarded or placed in a “possible’ pile. The twowomen handling Lyra acts as if she is a dress up doll as they talk among themselves but shedoesn't mind. Fashion has never been her strong side or interest. After what feels like hourslater, they finally seem to have reached a mutual agreement and Lyra can put her clothes backon and is escorted back to the front of the store where the others are waiting. She glides up toLydoran and takes his hand in hers, loving the feeling of comfort the simple touch gives. Heleans down and press a loving kiss to her temple. Their open display of affection attracts theeyes of the owner, Lirdomon, but she ignores him and snuggles closer to Lydoran, burying herface in his solid chest.

"You can collect your clothes in eight days. They should all be ready by then."

They thank him for all the help, exchange some pleasantries then says their good byes anddrives back home again. Malarath in deep thoughts the whole drive back.