The bustling lively Masquerade had died out like a melting candle, slowly, but surely. 

I still hid away on the terrace, in a secluded little nook away from everything. Just absently staring at the Eiffel Tower which stood in the distance, shrouded by the gauzy fog that swept throughout the Parisian night air. 

Glancing back I peered in through the hazy glass doors, and saw Ciel within the warmth inside, still dancing with Lizzy despite the ballroom being nearly deserted. 

Nothing but fragments of the once clamorous, cheerful jubilee laced around the hall. Like empty champagne flutes, discarded food trays and plates, party decorations that now hung slightly off kilter, not as perfect as they were at the beginning of the affair, and the lulled silence of the dance floor without music, the Queen, guests, and orchestral musicians packed up for the night. 

Though I found it sweet to see Ciel, and Lizzy still enjoying themselves even if the smiles that they purposely put on for the others sake were false ones.  

Glancing back at the grand monument which lofty stood in the horizon, towering over every other building proudly, my eyes holding longing. 

So, escaping into the bleakness of the night I jumped off the terrace's railing nimbly. 

Heading towards my desired target I leapt from tree branch to tree branch, then from rooftop to rooftop until I began to scale up the metal structure of the Eiffel Tower. 

Easily sweeping from one titanium bracket bar to the next until I was finally at the very tip top of the spectacular landmark. 

Fiercely the gusts of wind threaded through the tower, storming in, and out of the beams, creating a breezy whisper. 

I smiled, leaning against the thin railing that fenced around the whole steel framework, and I stared down at the skyline of Paris, the Seine river below basking in the moonlight, the rippling water weaving together with the luminescent shine of the midnight blueish glow. 

The warm lit streets of the picturesque French hamlet cast a gentle embering beam that crept up within the billowing mist. 

I donned a pleasant, content exterior, the chilled autumn night quirking up my senses as the aroma of crisp, fallen leaves drifted all the way up from the ground below into my lungs. 

"Enjoying yourself?" I suddenly heard a familiar voice say, cracking a chip in the peace that I had. 

Whipping my head around I saw the man who was dressed in all white, his lustrous amethyst gaze fixated on me. 

"Ash Landers?" I remarked, a tad bit curious as to why he was here, on top of the Eiffel Tower at this time at night. 

His posture was firm, yet regnant while he peered down at my raven costume. 

"I see you've just come from the Masquerade ball, and are dressed all in an unsightly shade of black, how appropriate." Ash maligned, less kind, and demure this time, his true nature out on show. 

My eyes narrowed from behind my mask as I noticed a puddle of pure white feathers scattered around at his feet. 

Immediately, all of the clues, and speculations of mine connected in but a mere second. 

"Interesting, I've never seen an Angel before. No wonder something felt off about you." 

The chaste alabaster Angel before me chuckled at my words. 

"Ah, so you finally noticed? I see that my disguise isn't quite perfect yet, but then again neither is yours... For I can see straight through your charade as well, filthy Vampire. However I must admit even though I find you to be rather beautiful I also happen to find you equally as repulsive. Even more so then other unclean specimens." Ash degraded, judgement knitting onto his deep tone as he strolled over to me. 

Then without warning, he took out his rapier sword, and struck at my face without any sign of doubt in his actions. 

His blade pierced through my mask, splitting it neatly in two, and I watched as it crashed against the grated platform before me. Shattering into just a pile of broken ceramic, black feathers, and jewels.

A strong gust of wind blew past me, causing my elegant up-do to fall into disarray. The black roses which held my hair up traveled within the breeze now, flowing into the depths of the night. 

My platinum locks cascaded down my back, the once perfect wavy strands now tangled, and messy. 

"What do you mean by that?" I questioned, not at all afraid, or even fazed by him, not even by the fact that I also felt a string of crimson blood drip down my face. 

A small slit from his sword was now underneath my eye, embedded across my right cheek from where he had struck my mask. 

"I've killed many unclean humans, retched Grim Reaper's, sinister Witches, annoying Ghoul's, horrible Ghost's, and dark cruel Demon's, but you... Are by far the worst monster yet." Ash sneered, tugging at the stings of my heart whenever I heard that word. 

"Monster?"