a/n: hey, guys! This is the second nightworld story for me! Yay nightworld! Anywho, for those of you that have read my other nightworld story, Only Hope, there are none of those characters in here so far.. but if you want, I could slip em in. I will also have original nightworld characters in here as well. Anywho, heres the first chapter! Enjoy!
It was raining. That was all that was really on my mind. Also the fact that someone had forced a dress on me. A pretty dress, light pink, long, thin fabric, but a dress none the less. My sandy hair was pulled to one side of my head in an intricate pony tail, curled loosely. All in all, this was probably the prettiest I've looked in years.
And then I looked at my sister.
I sighed as Victoria tossed her dark brown hair over her shoulder. She was wearing a dress also, which wasn't anything new for her. This one was also long like mine, but crimson red and studded with diamonds at the top. Victoria was beautiful, to say the least. And she was looking even better tonight. With good reason, too, I guess.
The Prince's name is Demetri. And he's a vampire. His vampires have been causing trouble with the witches, our family, in the state of Nebraska. We're hoping that tonight, at Demetri's 17th birthday party, he'll meet Victoria and they'll fall in love. That should solve the whole war going on between us.
We were in the limo now, my family and I. My parents dressed like royalty, as usual, and my sister and I the picture of perfection—on the outside, at least. Rain was hitting the window I was sitting by at a slow steady pace. I liked it. It was relaxing.
We arrived at the same time as all the other guests; fashionably on-time. We all ran inside so we wouldn't get our clothes or hair wet, though I didn't really care, my mom did.
The entrance was wide and cavernous. White marble floors, white walls, and a large table under a huge chandelier. A large staircase led up to the second floor. Fancy.
"Psssst!" I heard from behind me. I turned to see my friend Aley smiling at me. She was wearing a teal dress, shorter than mine. Her caramel colored skin stood out from the other pale vampire's.
"Hey," I said as I walked up to her.
"Everyone here is giving me the dirtiest looks," Aley said looking around with a large grin on her face. The fact that she was a werewolf and none of the other kinds accepted her, but had to for tonight because she was my friend seemed to please her. I had to admit, it pleased me, too. Have at thee, blood suckers!
My mom came over just then.
"They're showing everyone into that room for Demetri's arrival. Aley, wipe that smirk off your face, you're going to get yourself killed," she scolded.
Aley's face didn't falter. "Nah, these guys don't like the taste of animal blood. They prefer the real stuff." That earned her even more lovely looks.
My mom sighed. "Alexa," she told me, "see if you can't get your friend to keep her mouth shut. I'm going into the other room." She fixed my hair and stalked off.
I sighed. "They may not kill you, Aley. But they'll kill mefor bringing you here."
"I'd like to see them try," Aley said dangerously.
I smacked a hand to my forehead. "Let's go see what his highness Demetri has to say." It was rumored that Demetri and his family came from some foreign land that I didn't pay attention to, and back where he was from he was considered royalty; a perfect story to start a joke between my friend and me. I started for the room that everybody was walking into.
Aley sighed and followed me into the room.
The room was as stark and ornate as the rest of the house, with large white walls, adorned with mirrors and paintings of old family members from the past. The tall ceiling above us supported an absolutely huge chandelier, so big I could probably throw a mattress up there and call it my new shiny bedroom.
There were simple chairs all lined up throughout the room, and I quickly spotted out the rest of my family.
"Victoria is looking hot tonight," Aley said. "Is she trying to put a move on the Prince?"
"That's the plan," I replied as I maneuvered my way through the crowd. "I guess nowadays it only takes a sexy dress for love to happen."
"You sound like an old lady. Maybe he likes what's behind the dress."
"So, her rack?" I guessed.
"Bingo," Aley said as we sat down next to my mom.
"I better never hear you say that word again, Alexa," she scolded.
"What am I supposed to call the towel rack then?" I asked.
"The towel boobs," Aley answered for me.
My mom lightly smacked her arm and shushed us.
The room had grown quiet as the prince took the stage. I had to admit, he was good looking—completely Victoria's type—with pale skin, dark mussed hair, and green eyes that glowed like two emeralds, even from across the room. His face was all angles and symmetry, and at that moment all I could think was—
"Nice face," Aley said. "Remind me to congratulate your sister."
I playfully shoved her arm as he began to speak.
"I thank you all very much for coming here, and I bid you a happy night as we celebrate my seventeenth birthday," he started with a voice that was all honey and silk.
"I would like to thank all of my guests for being here to help me and my family celebrate." His eyes slid over the crowd. They stopped at my sister, of course. She smiled at him, a smile I have never seen a boy keep his cool under. He was definitely hers for the taking.
Oddly, though, they slid over my sister.
And landed on me.
The whole world melted away, and I felt myself falling. I gripped the edges of my seat to keep myself upright as I was sucked into those eyes of his with no hope of ever leaving again—not that I really wanted to. I could feel his heart beat skipping, as though he was right in front of me and I had my hand on his chest. I didn't know what was going on, but scared as I was I did not want it to end.
Someone in the audience coughed, obviously confused as to why the prince had stopped talking in mid-speech.
"You're swooning," Aley noted. "And so is he. Have you two met before? Am I missing something? Alexa!" she hissed as she took my shoulders and shook.
I blinked rapidly and shook my head. The connection was broken.
"I—um—" Demetri stuttered as he tried to recall where he last left off.
"I need air," I gasped as I pushed myself from the chair and ran out of the room. I could tell Aley was right at my heels, the faithful guard dog that she is.
I reached the exit door and stepped out into the rain. I didn't care that my hair was getting ruined, I didn't care that my very expensive dress that my mother was most likely going to have my head for getting wet was drenched. The rain felt good, cleansing, as I breathed deeply through my nose and tried not to be sick.
"Whoah," Aley said coming up to stand next to me, obviously not caring about her dress either. "What was that, Alexa? Are you okay?"
Was I okay? Of course not. I was definitely not okay. "Yeah," I said, "I'm fine."
"Well, what was that back there?"
I had no idea. Whatever had happened could not happen again, though. This was a boy that my sister intended on taking for her own. I couldn't put my family through that just for a boy that I had a very strange, intent moment with. "I got sick, Aley. I don't know what happened to his highness, but I thought I was going to throw up all over my designer shoes."
Aley laughed. "It was probably that speech. I thought I was going to throw up from that. 'Thank you my dearest comrades for joining me in celebrating my 17th year of being borned'." She snickered.
I mocked a bow. "'I humbly appraise you, my lovely servants. Where be thy throne?'."
"Let's skip out, Lex," Aley said. "I'll take you home. It's not like we need to stay here anymore."
I nodded, relieved to have such a good friend. "Get me out of here," I said. Please.
a/n: alright! Thats the first chapter! Yaaay! If you guys loved or hated it, let me know! Tell me what you guys think! Id love to knoww! Until next time! Peace!