There's something about mates that a vampire needs, someone to hold, someone to spend your eternity with. You only fall in love once and to waste the opportunity would be foolish.
My empire was so curly ripped from my grasp, I watched my empire burn and perish to the ground and I watched my loved ones perish to the ground with it. I never knew I could feel like this, being alone never scared me but once I felt its cold embrace I immediately sought out an escape. Little did I know that I wasn't alone as much as I thought. Stefan was always by my side, always there with his cynicalattitude; never the less we console each other for the losses we have both endured.
Every night, to help ease the pain, I go courting. Looking for someone to fill the void, to replace the cold embrace of solitude for the warmth of a loved one. Stefan thinks I am being foolish, setting myself for disappointment. I say that he has never felt loneliness and how I crave the love I need to survive.
I go to the balls to court with numerous of women; the women here are just as breathtakingly beautiful as the ball itself. A vampire's ball cannot be topped and neither can its women. Glasses are filled with the sweetest of blood, the marble floors glisten as we glide across it, and the deep red velvet curtains complement the sweet blood that crosses our lips.
I've given myself rules to guide myself, any woman who would sleep with me on the first night of courting would be deemed unfit to be my mate. I glide across the marble floor towards a group of women; several of their faces light up as I approach them. They are all breathtakingly beautiful; they wear corsets that fit their figures perfectly with bracelets and necklaces incrusted with diamonds. I choose the young elegant girl standing amongst the group. Her dark brown wavy hair, golden brown eyes and strong facial bone structure gives me the impression that she is Spanish.
I stretch out my hand as an invitation to dance; a warm smile crosses her full lips with the scowls of the other women act like a frame to her beauty. She places a small delicate hand into mine as she swirled into my arms. We danced together amongst other vampire couples.
"May I ask what the name of this gentleman is?" She asks me in her musical voice.
"Of course, my name is Vladimir."
"Vladimir..." She whispers my name back to herself.
"May I ask your name?"
She giggled under her breath. "Yes, my name is Elizabeth. But people call me Zabeth." I couldn't help but grin at her answer; such an unusual nick name. As we danced I took a quick glance towards the dining tables where sat a very unhappy and irritated Stefan. He sat alone completely hating my idea with one hand holding his face up like a Colum as he scowled at me. Stefan's vicious expression towards me made me chuckle. Zabeth looks up at me with curiosity.
"Who's that?" She remarks, looking just as irritated as Stefan as if my attention towards him angered her. Stefan looked pleased with himself to have irritated Zabeth.
"Nobody important." I replied, still with my grin stamped on.
"Good..." A seductive smile crossed her lips as her right hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the other squeezed my hand playfully. I squeezed back like I should but inside I was disappointed that yet again, another woman was deemed unfit for me as she would willingly let me sleep with her on the first night of courting.
I took another quick glance towards Stefan and knew exactly what he was thinking, he looked at me and shook his head as if to say I knew this wouldn't work out, you're not going to find a mate this way; Look around you Vladimir. And he was right; this wasn't working as I had planned. I exited the vampire ball with Zabeth as Stefan let out a disapproving sigh.
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Several weeks later and several failed attempts of finding the perfect mate I was searching for; I was once again back to courting. Back to the deep red velvet curtains that complemented the glass pitchers of blood, back to the dazzling marble floors and of course, back to the crowds of adoring women. I found myself once again gliding towards a small group of women. I reached out my hand as an invitation to dance at no one in particular; one of the women was about to place her hand into mine when my eyes landed on another woman in the distance. She was separated from the crowd, she was beautiful but in her own way, she looked like she didn't want to be here at all. Her face was in a frustrated scowl but never the less, she still glowed in my eyes.
"Kate?" She looked up as I gasped her name; the other woman who was about to place her hand into mine had quickly ran out of the room – possibly from embarrassment?
"Vladimir? What are you doing at a vampire ball?" She strolled over to me with her hands on her hips and a disbelieving expression.
"I could ask you the very same question." There was an awkward silence before I managed to break it. "Care to dance?" She looked at my hand for a brief second, almost like she was inspecting it.
"Of course." She smiled brightly as she took my hand and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
I never expected Kate to be here, then again, she didn't look like she wanted to be here either. Kate was one of the most interesting dance partners I've had in a good while, we talked as we danced and to my surprise – and relief – she did not hint to me of anything outside friendship. I decided to push my luck with Kate, to see whether she would give in.
The hand that held the back of her small waist pulled her closer to me. I tried to hide my grin but it escaped when a blush crossed her face. I leaned my face closer to hers; our lips were only inches apart.
"Vladimir...I can't..." She breathed out.
"You can..." I slowly moved my face even closer, inch by inch. My lips were softly brushing against hers, I listened to her breathing accelerate. We stayed like this for a blissful moment until I felt her lips twitch against mine; she immediately pulled herself away from me.
"I'm sorry, I can't. Not right now." She quietly whispered to me. I watched her exit the hall and as she turned the corner she gave me a quick glance; her face was still blushing.
I walked towards the dining tables quite pleased with myself and carelessly plopped myself on a seat beside Stefan with a blissful sigh.
"She's not right for you." Stefan said as he taped his fingers on the table, not taking his eyes off the flower arrangement in the centre of the table.
"She is Stefan; she's just what I want, what I've been searching for." As I said this, Stefan made a slight scowl; still not taking his eyes off the flower arrangement.
"You don't know what you want."
"And you know exactly what I want do you? Stefan, you are so selfish; I can't stand it!" I slightly threw my hands up into the air as a dramatic gesture.
"I'm just trying to help you." The scowl in his face became deeper, more frustrated.
"Help me? As far as you're concerned you're against me!" Just then, Stefan excused himself from the table and processed down towards the exit. It's quite obvious that I've upset him; but it truly isn't any of his business. But I know I should go and apologize to him; before I see Kate of course.
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Hurray for crappy first chapters! :D Sorry if this is dull but I hate writing first chapters and filler chapters. I also hate writing in past tense; even though in this story it changes but I've got a real big problem with changing tenses during a story, I need to learn how to stop it. :) I also have problems istretching/i my writing, I tend to write through the story very fast. That also needs to stop.
I've got a big story planned for these fellows! I hope you like it so far – even though I didn't get to prove read it as much as I would like. This is not my best writing, oh no, I can do so much better but then again this is a filler chapter.
Hope you guys like it so fav! :heart:
Comments, crit and feedback is very much welcome. :)
Vladimir, Stefan, Kate and everything twilight related (c) S. Meyer
Zabeth and story line (c) me
