Dress is Ashley Tisdale's dress "He Said, She Said" you'll know which one ;D
3rd POV
The vampire had seen her around, he'd talked to her for a few times. He knew her better than anyone else did; the problem was he hadn't seen her since she was 13, and she had most likely forgotten about him.
Christian came into the room, fuming, "What is it?" he asked him.
"Jesse. He whipped her, whipped her over 10 times."
He slammed his fist on the wooden table, making it shake.
He walked away leaving the vampire to wonder what he would do. He looked up the stairs, smelling her blood.
She was... Special. The way her blood smelled bitter, yet was sweet, appealing to anyone. Usually a human's blood was just sweet and a bit salty; yet hers was bitter. Tasting different, too.
He went up the stairs, slowly entering her room. No one noticed him, Mia had just brought in the dress she was supposed to wear today. It was amazing, the color of snow.
Her voice was soft, barely audible, and skeptical, but he could hear the pain in them.
"Am I suppose to wear that...?"
Mia nodded her head.
"Uh-" she started but he stopped her.
"I'm afraid you'll be endangering the male population."
She turned her brown eyes on him, widening her eyes.
"No..."
Dimitri nodded his head. "Yes."
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Rose POV.
"Yes," he answered.
I made no sound, no movement.
"I though- I-" I couldn't form a perfect sentence.
He took a step closer.
"Is it really you...? I didn't even know you were a vampire."
He chuckled, "That was the point."
Going back to five years, all my anger, and all the tears I'd shed since he left, I felt anger surge through to me.
"I thought you were dead," I closed my eyes, as I said this.
"I'm sorry."
I rolled my eyes.
"Too late, Dimitri. Leave, please."
He nodded his head, leaving me with Mia. Looking at the doorway, where he stepped through. "Don't say a word," I muttered to Mia.
I turned to look at the dress on my bed. "I can't pull that off," I said, wincing.
It was beautiful; being the color of snow, a blinding white. It was way to revealing The top part was like a bra, with a thick strip, connecting the top part to the bottom part; the bottom part was long, but it had a cut from above mid-thigh, all the way to the bottom. The top part was full of little diamonds, glistening on the light. The bottom part had them too, but just around the waist. The back was pretty similar to the front, I wondered how I was going to wear this.
"King ordered for a magic potion, to cover up, your, um whips," she said, holding up a vial.
I sat on the bed.
"I don't want to go," I frowned.
"You'll get gifts... Money?" I rolled my eyes.
She sighed, "We should get you ready..."
(A few hours later)
"Are we done?" I asked them, finally they nodded. "Good."
I could hear Christian, getting ready to present me. I started shaking, while Mia held my hand, leading me to the staircase. I stopped by the mirror, almost gasping.
The dress was long, sweeping the floor.
The white dress contrasted with my dark hair, my brow eyes popping out. It showed off my long legs, my curves, while I looked taller thanks to the silver pumps.
Much like the other day, on my forehead, I held a chain, made of gold, with diamonds. I wore eyeliner, and mascara, making my eye lashes look longer and fuller. I wore a light, pink, blush.
With no eye shadow.
On my elbow, I had one a bracelet, with a cobra, that had blue eyes. Nice. My hair hung lose, down to my waist in perfect curls, parted to the left side.
"Wow."
Mia giggled.
I turned to her, with wide eyes, "We should go.." I walked to the staircase, while Mia, held the cloak over me.
I swallowed, walking next to the side of Christian, but behind him. I lifted the hood off, revealing my face.
I tried spacing out, but I could hear the gasps, the murmurs, the whispers, they begun. I looked at Christian.
"They should change this tradition," I whispered to him. He chuckled.
"I can't do anything about it."
My eyes met the dark ones of a man, older than me by 10-15 years, though he was a vampire, so he probably was older than me. He seemed, important, the way he had a bunch of bodyguards around him. Christian saw me looking at him, "Vampire King; he usually doesn't show up..." He frowned.
There was something about the vampire. And it wasn't attraction. He looked me up and down, just not like other males did.
It was...like he was examining me. Making sure. I saw him smell the air. He nodded to one of his bodyguards, and they all disappeared.
Christian pulled me aside, "Time to mingle."
"Oh, joy!"
"Behave," he warned.
I scoffed, walking away.
"Aye. I love ya too, Captain."