Elle caught her breath and tried to slow her racing mind as she knelt down and picked up the lovely satin gown, her fingers brushing along the silky fabric before stepping into it and worrying about it fitting for a fleeting moment in time. She walked to the full length mirror and stood before it, the old wives tale about vampires not having a reflection a complete lie as she could see herself perfectly, her hair long and completely complementary to the jade satin that slid across the soft confines of her body. She reached behind her and zipped up the dress, the fit perfect and her mind not concerned in the slightest about her lack of underclothing. It truly mattered not with all she'd been through that evening. Death had swallowed her up and a demon from hell and pulled her free, forever marking her as unworthy of the kingdom of heaven. Anger rushed across her persona at the thought of forever being far to long to hate someone and yet she figured she'd give it a good try if nothing else. A soft knock at her door had her jumping slightly, her small feet taking her to see who it might be. An elderly man dressed in butler attire nodded at her and inquired as to whether Vincent was still in the room with her. She started to answer before a deep burning sensation stole her breath, choking her and making it hard to concentrate on anything more than the large vein beating in the man's rather dilapidated neck. She knew quickly what was to come of the moment and used the last bit of her humanity to press past him, running up the small stone stairs and busting out into a large room filled with what looked like humans. The very small of them caused her to hit her knees, her fingers grasping for the collar of her gown and pulling as if she were unable to breathe. A small female ran toward her and Elle used the girl to pull herself up again and run past them all, various members of the group screaming after her to see that she was alright. She ignored their cries and after a few minutes of ornate halls and lovely hand-crafted painting of various members of a family, she felt the soft grass touch her feet and night swept her up in a small bit of comfort. She fell to her knees and sobbed softly, unsure of where to go or what might become of her. All she knew was that she needed to escape from the smell of human flesh and the desire to rip deeply into it and drink without reprieve. --- Sophie moved back, their master on a good day was a fright and yet now in front of them and fully angry.. he was a terror for all to lay eyes on. She murmured her apology and sunk back into the crowd, an angry look received from her mate who stood his ground and continued to question Victor. Just because one had years on their side did not give them reason to put the coven in danger and where Aaron was valid in his questioning, Victor was not one to be questioned and they all knew it. The collective group moved back away from the spectacle, leaving Aaron alone and at Victors mercy. Aaron stiffened as the master lifted him up, a soft growl choking in his throat as to not further disrespect the strong male in front of him. "I am only here to protect you and assist with whatever you need, Victor. My challenge was done with emotion and for that I do apologize. Please do release me and tell me what I can do to he.." He was cut off my the elderly butler running down the stairs yelling the same thing over and over. "She has escaped, Master, she has escaped."