[hey fanz I seriously considered not writing anymore because of all the hatez but then I talked it over with my life coach and he said that im focusing on too many things at once and I realized that's the problem with the first chapter, theres too much relationships lawls so I decided to simplify it up a bit for you guises kthx (I also used a spelling check this time XD). I still don't own this btw and id appreciate no flamez]
Elizabeth awoke to find herself submerged in putrid darkness, the dark stickiness that surrounded her could have been blood. Just then, a ray of pure moonlight shone through a crack in the ceiling revealing her surroundings. "I'm still in the ballroom" she observed, her lithe tongue snapping out each syllable against her sanguine teeth.
"Yes you are" the deep gravelly manliness of MISTERDARSY shimmering into existence from the pale shadows of the dance floor. "and you were not comely enough to tempt me..so i turned you into a vampire so that you would be" he boomed, his voice like a pale thunder, his doleful eyes glistening with soppiness as he applied eyelash thickener and a kind of deep purple eye shadow, grinding the colors into his face with evident self-loathing.
"OHDARCYY" she swooned throwing her seductive pale hair over her pale shoulder wishing it would be dyed purple by his exuberant tears, "that is soo romantic"
cooing softly, she approached his soulless outline.
"do you dance DAaasee" she queried, her pupils dilating to encompass the darkness of his troubled splendor."That is my least favorite thing to do" he muttered clawing derisively at his glistengin hair "but fortunately i hate myself" he continued and held out his hand. his soft, pulsating, manly hand which shone with the fires of his tormented nature, daring elizabeth to be consumed by its awkward flame.
She grasped it, hesitantly at first but finding her strength she tightened her grip on his magnificently pale hand pulling him downward into the certifiable curtain of love she had woven about herself like a caterpillar's alluring cocoon.
They whirled around the dance floor, faster than a sketchy observing eye could follow, (because they were vampires and they are like really fast). Their dancing would have been the envy of the queen of sheba if she were alive in this time period and she would have given all of the treasure in asia to observe their spidery gyrations.
But the queen of sheba was not observing, but someone else was..someone whose spurned spirit boiled in a vat of oily tears that had been set on fire by the friction of the gyrating dancers. This observers spirit suffered a further convulsion upon seeing the dance coming to an end; the dancepires ceasing their nauseating whirling to share a sensuous embrace. The end of the embrace did nothing to soothe the excess bile building in his lungs for it brought the two bloody mouths of the vampires together in sanguine unity, blood leaking past the edges of their clenched lips, scabbing together to form a perfectly unbreakable bond.