At first, it was jarring to watch Isaac and Arabella interact with the household staff. Lavinia quickly realized that what she had taken for guards were nearly interchangeable with the rest of the faculty. Their uniforms, crisp and ironed, matched the ones worn by the kitchen and cleaning staff and were mirrored in the dresses worn by maids. All of them had the same spreading black veins. Arabella caught Lavinia staring and shook her head."I'll explain later," she whispered.Isaac and Arabella seemed dedicated to the divide and conquer method. Isaac focused mainly on the technical side of things while his sister engaged with the details. She made remarks about color and shape. Arabella insisted on white and green centerpieces, much better to contrast the dark mahogany and stone of the manor house.Isaac watched the staff set up the ballroom. He made adjustments to the tables they placed and pulled tablecloths to be more centered. The young woman waxing the dance floor shook s
The weeks leading up to the ball passed with shocking speed. The manor transforms before Lavinia's eyes. It loses its gloomy facade and starts to come alive. The floors become finely polished and the windows are washed and open. Even the weather seemed to clear. The grey of the skies broke into a welcome flush.For a time, Lavinia became Isaac's shadow. She acted as his personal assistant and constant aid. She woke and dressed him, ran errands through the day, and tried to blend into the household personnel. Isaac himself took on the role of director. He wielded the manor's staff as a precise tool, insisting that perfection was a baseline rather than a lofty goal.The first family to arrive did so just a day before the Betrothal Ball. Lavinia was not quite sure what to make of them. They offered no family name and Isaac simply referred to them as shades. They were definitely people, or at least they had been. They sported limbs and heads and bodies, but otherwise no disce
She had hardly spent a day in recent memory outside of the confines of a corset, but Lavinia has never a corset feel like this. She struggled for air as Arabella pulled the laces taut. Her chamise creased under the pressure, the folds more pronounced as the corset cinched Lavinia's waist to a daring angle."Some of us," gasped Lavinia. "Still need to breathe.""Not tonight you don't. And in any case, we breathe too. Just less." With a flourish Arabella tied off the laces, winding her excess under the modesty panel. She stepped back, picking up a thick bundle. Opening the waist, she held the petticoat out for Lavinia to step into. She then buttoned the crinoline into place, spinning Lavina around to face her."Now the hoop.""The hoop too?" Lavinia complained."Trust me. The hoop is easier to dance on. Way more space to move. I've worn layered crinolines before." She shook her head. "Simply put: a nightmare.""So we're compromising on the skirt and you still insist
When the song ended the dancers applauded the band and couples rearranged as a slower rhythm started. Isaac spun Mrs. Astor out before bowing and releasing her hand. They parted and Mrs. Astor walked deeper into the crowd. Isaac made his way over to Arabella and Lavinia."Izzy, you look terrible," Arabella said bluntly.Though the gaunt circles under Isaac's eyes were prominent and there was a faint haze over his eyes, Lavinia could not bring herself to agree with Arabella. There was something terrifying but alluring about Isaac's hungry face. There was a desire in his frigid eyes, a need. He looked at Lavinia as if he were seeing more than just her newly styled frame. "Mother felt that going into the evening without feeding would only be polite. In case I meet anyone interesting." He rolled his eyes."This is much more than a night without feeding. This is days.""I will just remain on my best behavior then." He gave Lavinia a once over, then paused, looking at her anew.
Isaac pulled Lavinia into his arms, throwing a disdainful look over his shoulder at Cyril. Lavinia took his chin in her hand and pulled him back to look at her."Leave it. I didn't expect you to be the jealous type.""I'm not. He has," Isaac paused to collect himself. "A unique effect. Perhaps it's how long I've known him. He knows the exact right way to irritate me.""Not to mention, he is an incubus," said Lavinia. "That can't help the situation.""You're not worried about his sister?""No, she seems occupied at the moment. Not even looking at you."Isaac rolled his eyes and spun Lavinia so he could see the high table. He noticed his mother and Cordelia were still standing together. They had been joined by another man with a carefully shaped beard. He drew Mrs. Astor's attention entirely. She seemed to almost be interrogating him. His resemblance to Cordelia was uncanny and Lavinia assumed he must be her father. They were no longer paying attention to Isaac."Now
Mrs. Astor narrowed her gaze. Isaac's hands shook. His twitching fingers clenched into fists on the table. Looking closely, Lavinia could see the haze in his eyes had intensified. The icy blue of his eyes faded into a misty grey. He hunched forward over his plate, trying to avoid eye contact with Vivian Astor. Her own eyes were stern and focused. Their light hue seemed to be almost glowing, a mesmerizing blue as she stared at Isaac."Are you ready to answer me, Isaac?" Asked Mrs. Astor.He shook his head jerkily, responding only to Coredeia's grip on his thin wrist by trying to pull it away. She held fast, pinning his wrist to the dinner table. Suddenly, Isaac froze, raising his head. His eyes were completely glazed over, the irises barely discernible from the whites. "Are you ready to listen?" She asked, staring Isaac down.He nodded slowly, his motion barely perceptible. "Good," she said. "Then for your sake, I will state the question before I repeat my order.
"Isaac, she can't see you here. You can stop this." Lavinia sat up in the armchair, every muscle in her body tensed. His own stance did not soften. He looked unsteady. His weight was shifting rapidly, his feet needing to readjust to support him."I certainly could." He whirled the fireplace poker to point at Lavinia, his grip alarmingly precise. The poker did not shake as Lavinia stared down its iron range. Suddenly, he slammed the point down into the wooden floor, leaning on it like a cane. The poker sank into the wood, digging a narrow hole into its hardened surface. "But I don't think I will."He ripped the poker out of its notch, the motion overbalancing him back towards the fire. The flames illuminated his white eyes making them look like swirling smoke. He was entirely vacant.Lavinia slowly stood up from the chair, raising her hands out in front of her. "Just calm down. We can figure this out. Your mother doesn't get to control you."Isaac laughed outright. "
Arabella stared down at Lavinia's body, her hands still grappling with her open wounds. She then looked at Isaac, catching him mid-swing. She lunged in front of Lavinia, taking the blow herself. Seizing the poker herself and throwing it back into the fireplace. "Snap out of it," Arabella hissed. "Don't make me fight you. I need to take her out of here."Isaac lunged at her, tackling her backward, slamming her into the floor. She growled at him, flipping him onto his back."Stop it!" She tried to pin his wrists but he was able to rip them free. "Leave it, Bells," he whispered. His voice was sickly sweet. Her nickname sounded uncanny in his labored voice. "She isn't worth it. Let me finish the job.""You don't want this," Arabella said. "You were breaking out of it. You were moving on. You were finding a way out from under mother's thumb.""Oh, but it's very comfortable down here. Very little personal responsibility with a high rate of reward." He kicked Arabella