That selfish hybrid! She fumed as she flipped through her wardrobe. Her seemingly delicate hands shoved hanger after hanger aside causing the closet walls to shake with her vehemence. Her typically bubbly eyes were icy with anger as she skimmed over her clothing, searching. Spotting the object of her desire, the fair-haired vampire yanked it from its hanger and stormed into the bathroom to change.
"I ask for one thing from that bloodsucker, one favor! And he doesn't even have the decency to consider it! He just gives me a flat-out no. That stubborn jerk," She growled, shaking her head in irritation.
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with blood on top?"
His eyes never left the hardback book in his hands. "No, love. I refuse to go to that silly high school dance of yours," He flipped one of the pages, unaffected by her glare.
"It isn't silly!" She crossed her arms over her chest, her annoyance growing. "It's the last dance of my high school career. For God's sake, it's prom! I won't have another chance to go."
The sandy haired Original glanced at her, his light eyes showing his ever-present amusement. "You have an eternity of chances to go."
"This was the last chance I was meant to have," She rolled her eyes at his attempt at humor.
"I have been to hundreds of dances in my life time. I don't need any more," He sighed and returned his gaze to his book.
"One more won't kill you," She pressed.
"True," He conceded, "But your incessant begging just might."
"Fine!" She gave up, throwing her hands up in surrender, "You would have been a buzz kill anyway." She spat, her eyes narrowed at him.
He fought the urge to chuckle as the young blonde left the room in a huff.
"Who cares that he's not going?" She continued aloud, zipping her dress. "I will have one hell of a time without him without him."
She checked her reflection in the glass and smiled in approval. The smile broke a moment later as a wave of sadness washed over her and she realized that she would be dancing alone.
"One hell of a time," She repeated softly, pushing her hair back from her eyes.
She shook her head to expel the negative feelings and grabbed her matching clutch. Her heels clicked against the wood flooring as she headed towards the flat's front.
"I'm going out," She called out to the quiet home, doubting whether he was listening. "I'll be back la-"
She stopped mid-sentence and mid-step, her eyes wide at what was blocking her from the door.
Leaning against the large wooden exit was the hybrid. Her very Original hybrid who had refused to even consider going to her petty high school dance days earlier stood in front of her in a black and white tuxedo, looking quite dapper and irresistible as if he had stepped out a 1920s' night club. For longest time, she just stared, her undead heart hurting from the flips it was doing inside her chest.
He cleared his throat and held his hand out to her. "I believe we have a dance to attend," His English voice sounded indifferent.
The stunned vampire returned to reality as well as her regular self at the sound of his voice. "Yes, I believe we do, " She copied his accent, placing her hand in his.
He pulled her towards him, "Don't press your luck, love."