Home to the allusive Rupert Dangerfield, otherwise known as The Phantom, and his various members of staff. Just like the Roxburgs, The Phantom is known for throwing elaborately decadent parties, but all members of society from all walks of life can be found here. His parties often make headlines with the eccentricities that can be found here.
State where in the estate you are at the beginning of every post.
Example: Estate Gardens
Pacing the floor, with his hands gesturing to the sales chart, Rupert is tearing strips off his new accounting firm representative, about the sales figures and latest costings for the new line of Ranger S model cars.
“No point shipping out the latest order to Chicago, if the profit margins are not there, Stanley. Crunch the numbers and come back to me, with figures that are not going to have me tearing my hair out.” Stanley the chief accountant was scratching his cheek, and then fumbling with his manilla folder with the briefs from the accounting house.
“Yes, Mister Dangerfield. Sorry to have bothered you this day.” The accountant took up his hat and placed it on his head, tipping it at Rupert, before taking his leave.
Rupert rose from his desk, now that he was left to his devices. Walking over to a window, he stared out at the expansive gardens and sighed.
Sometimes it was lonely at the top.
Ever since the Count had decided to invest in the arms and weapons factories back in the United Kingdom he had virtually been sitting on a gold mine, and sure enough by the time the first world war broke out, he was to reap the benefits of this lucrative business for years. Having followed their children over to the United States, on extended business trips and also spending time with their children, they did like to enjoy the company of those that were considered high flyers due to the mass of wealth being generated after the war.
Ir was a time of splendor, of elegance….and also a brutal and cold world, where the drive by many to make it to the top of the social ladder, could turn deadly.
This late afternoon, the Count Marulo and his beautiful Countess Elvira were taking a drive out to the Dangerfield Estate, since Vrrgo had done numerous business dealings with the reclusive tycoon. The driveway itself was lined with massive threes, with branches that hung over and created a stunning canopy like effect. Driving the latest model T ford, the Count had his arm around Elvira as they drove along. Dressed in a day suit, in dark grey with matching cap and goggles, he really looked every bit the man’s man. All he needed was a pipe to set off the picture.perfect couple. Virgo had to wonder what mood Rupert would be in. It’s not like they were expected. But then again, Virgo loved to sneak up and surprise people. All part of his wolfish charm.
The move to the Americas had done wonders for their relationship. Their clan was strong under their combined leadership and were happy to note that several members had found and claimed their own lifemates, bearing dozens of new pups for the clan. Sally herself, long since thought to never find her own mate, was surprised when Gerard claimed her as his, pleasing both Elvira and Virgo to no end.
Elvira herself had born her husband two children, one a man who would carry on his father’s legacy.
Through her husband’s many business dealings, he had cultivated a great head for business and aquired many partners and connections for his wares.
And today, they were off to see one of his most prominent business partners, Rupert Dangerfield.
Pulling into the man’s driveway, Elvira noted that some of the flowers in the garden were a bit droopy and made a mental note to herself to pass along the name of her landscaper to Rupert.
She looked at her husband as he stopped the car.
“Remind me to send a note to Jean-Pierre about this place. He’s dying to give a makeover to some of the older homes in the area.” she stated, tapping out her cigarette and placing the holder in her bag as she waited for him to escort her from the car.
“Remind me to send a note to Jean-Pierre about this place. He’s dying to give a makeover to some of the older homes in the area.” Elvira asked of Virgo, who had turned off the engine, and was walking briskly around the car to get to her side and open the door for her. Virgo didn’t allow others to tend to his wife’s needs, he was always on hand. Still as infatuated with her as he was all those years before, when he stole a kiss from her in the London horse park.
“Right..note for the gay chap. Got it.” The Count replied in his husky voice, as he opened the car door and helped escort Elvira out holding her hand.
Mister Dangerfield’s body guard, Vernon, came out of the house. A walking brick shit house, he was dark skinned, much like those south sea islanders, and with tattoo markings, on the right side of his face, he looked rather fierce.
“You people got an appointment?” Vernon asked, staring at Elvira with a hungered look. Virgo took the opportunity to then step in front of his wife, acting as a shield of sorts. “Mister Dangerfield doesn’t take appointments, if I remember correctly. And would you kindly stop breathing on my wife.” He made his presence felt, and was not about to back down, when…the sound of a heavy american accent comes from within the door.
“Vernon…these good folk don’t need you bothering them. Go check round back.” It was none other than Rupert Dangerfield himself, looking immaculate in a fine Italian suit. He came down the front steps and greeted the Count with a firm handshake. Turning to see the Countess, he bowed politely. “Always a pleasure to have you here Ma’am/” The tycoon said, knowing that the Count didn’t like the idea of air kissing, or kissing any part of his wife. “Virgo take you to the track yet? I hear the fashion field is hotter than that of the horses. But enough about that, do come inside. I have a lovely afternoon tea table set up out back.”
“You people got an appointment?” And there was that look again. Elvira rolled her eyes as Virgo stepped in front of her. She took her husband’s hand and squeezed it gratefully. It always gave her a thrill when Virgo protected her. She’d have to show him her thanks later that evening.
Virgo was prepared to rip the man apart when the person they’d come to see stepped outside. “Vernon…these good folk don’t need you bothering them. Go check round back.”
He came down and greeted Virgo with a manly handshake before turning and bowing toward her.
“Always a pleasure to have you here Ma’am.” he greeted her. “Virgo take you to the track yet? I hear the fashion field is hotter than that of the horses.”
“No, but we have plans to go soon. My own sweet Jezebel is racing this weekend, so I will be there.” she allowed.
“Do come inside. I have a lovely afternoon tea table set up out back.”
“Tea would be lovely. This weather is just ridiculous. Hot one moment, cold the next. I don’t know how these people stand it.” she snorted, threading her arm through her husbands as they followed Rupert.
Virgo proudly walked his wife in on his arm. Every so often stealing glances at her, as Rupert escorted them both into his lavish state home. It was simply massive, with over one hundred rooms, and yet here he was, this well to do bachelor, with over fifty staff, and no woman to share it all with. In truth, the Count had to wonder why this was, and even wondered if Rupert was gay. So naturally, Virgo couldn’t let it go unsaid, even if it was a social faux pas.
“Not found the right woman yet to share all this with? No sounds of little feet?” Being the Alpha of a werewolf pack, he liked to see that all had their life mates. He himself lived and breathed his wife’s every wish, which was probably why they were still so happily married.
Rupert laughed at Virgo’s suggestions, and looked back at the happy couple, walking together, the perfect pair. “I’m afraid that the lady of my dreams, is…still in my dreams. Maybe one day i will find her, but for now…I am like the bee, and the women of New York are the flowers. So..I buzz from flower to flower, and enjoy their nectar.” Maybe he was happy this way, but the Count was a little old fashioned. “One of these days, it won’t be a flower, but a Venus flytrap. And bite your balls off.” Virgo joked, while tightening his hold on his adored Elvira. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, with that husky tone of his. He went as far as to nuzzle her hair, even at the risk of messing it up.
“After all these years, you two look like newlyweds. What is the secret, Countess?’
“Darling, I always enjoy myself when I’m with you. You should know this by now.” she grinned, reaching back to pinch his ass.
They had caught the attention of Rupert, who was staring at them intently.
“After all these years, you two look like newlyweds. What is the secret, Countess?’
She looked at Rupert then at her husband with a tender smile and her eyes full of love.
“Complete trust and understanding. Love. Tenderness. And the freedom to be ourselves.” Elvira smiled. She rested her cheek against her husband’s forearm and looked at Rupert. “And it helps that the sex is spectacular. Centuries together and he still makes my toes curl.” she smirked.
The Dangerfield estate was truly magnificent. The rolling green of the expansive lawns and hedges that were specially pruned back to form labyrinth like designs, only made for the wonder that was the Tycoon’s gardens. He must have had a fleet of gardeners and landscapers on hand, and all this for the enjoyment of one man?
Stepping out onto the back landing there was a large table set underneath a gazebo, with waiting staff in white suits on hand to tend to the Marulo’s and Rupert’s every need and whim. A silver tea service gleamed in the rays of sunshine, and a towering cake stand held all manner of sweet sugar treats and cakes to tempt their taste buds. Virgo pulled out a chair for his Elvira and assisted her in sitting comfortably, before finding a seat for his own.
Rupert could only smile as he watched the pair. So gracious in their movements, their love for each other had lasted throughout many years both in peace time and during the war. Elvira’s comment about the couple’s sex life did have him chuckle to himself, as he lit a cigarette and exhaled.
“And it helps that the sex is spectacular. Centuries together and he still makes my toes curl.”
“Toe curling sex, eh Virgo. If only I had a woman say such a thing about me between the sheets.” Rupert joked.
Out from the large dining room, you could hear the sound of a woman’s voice, and Rupert turned to see his younger sister, Madeline had decided to make an appearance. Having been widowed by the loss of her Husband in the war, she had been living at the Estate, while she grieved for her loss. Madeline smiled warmly, wearing a large white hat and gorgeous cotton dress, appearing at her brother’s side.
“You didn’t tell me we were having guests, Ruppy.” Madeline said affectionately, as she offered her hand to Elvira.“Madeline Groves. I’m Rupert’s younger sister. A pleasure.” She was one for behaving when company came to call, and always tried to give a good first impression. Rupert stood with his hands behind him, watching his sister interact with the Marulos. “The Count is a good friend and business associate, Maddy. This is his wife, the enchanting Elvira. All the way from London.” He added, almost proud of that fact.
Delighted to hear they were royal, Madeline asked. “Will you be attending the masked ball this weekend? Ruppy, have you asked them yet, dear?” Madeline asked expectantly, her eyelashes fluttering. She had organised the ball as a fundraiser for war widows, and their families, and Rupert had reluctantly agreed. Rupert had to shake his head. “They just got here, Maddy, so the answer is no. Course, I insist they come, and keep me from ending up with some dowdy spinster with two left feet and a desire to get married.” An odd request, but Rupert was tired of being the town’s most eligible bachelor.
Madeline clapped and moved her chair to be alongside Elvira’s. “Do say you will come. You are to be my new best friend.”
Elvira took Madeline’s hand in greeting, holding it with both of her own as the young woman gave a verbal invite to the charity ball that weekend.
“We would be honored, Ms Groves to attend your ball.” Elvira agreed, looking at her husband for confirmation. “And I am doubly honored to be counted as one of your friends.” she added, hoping her words would bring a smile to the young woman’s face to removed the haunted look from her eyes.
She understood that kind of pain.
“I will have to have you around the Ladies Circle next week so you can meet the others.” Elvira stated, knowing that the other women would welcome Maddy with open arms, or they would find themselves completely shunned from the next party she gave.
And to not be invited to a Marulo party, was a death sentence in high society circles.