Masquerade

The hall stretched above him into a dome,the chandelier swinging ominously with delicate 'clinks'. The music delicately rose in and out like a tide. The first few masked dancers were already on the floor. The crowd was slowly milling in,wearing rather imaginative costumes. This is going to be interesting,he mused to himself as he stood against the wall. He was wearing a dark overcoat,a black turtleneck and an amused smile. He was standing in the corner,and he rather doubted he needed a mask as the colorful crowd camouflaged him so well. The crowd hushed for a moment, watching a new arrival warily. He craned his neck to see them.
He saw her first. The man she was with,he did not care much about.
She was walking elegantly on the arm of that man,her delicate frame covered in black satin. It was easy to see her blood pulse through her pale skin,he could see it pool her cheeks easily as she smiled at the people she knew. She looked over at him,there was a puzzled half smile on her face as she turned away. He hadn't realized he was staring.
He followed her easily through the crowd,because she, like him,wasn't wearing a mask. She like him,did not smell like a human. She was standing near the banquet table,her dark eyes scanning the crowd. She got herself red wine and turned to face him,her eyebrows raised in a question. "You were following me"
" I was" he admitted.
"Why?" she asked simply,as if she did not care for the answer.
"This is a masquerade ball" he told her,grinning."What are you wearing?" gesturing towards her evening gown and her lack of a mask.
She half smiled,not a warm one,but a rather intimidating one. "I am wearing my face"