Once again, I say to you, none of the character in this story are mine…blah blah…you should know the rest by now…
To all my reviewers (sorry I was to lazy to write all you names down, forgive me) thank you for your compliments and suggestions. I hope that you like this chapter as much as the others do, if not of course, flames are welcomed!
Chapter 8
Beautiful gold trimmed doors creaked open revealing a ballroom with the most elegance any girl would ever dream of. A beautiful yet sorrow melody set the setting and mood, swirling in a blur of colors and sizes was many dancers. Yet, in a way all matching by the masks that hid their faces to the world. A young girl no older than seventeen years stood in the middle of the swirl, she was clothed in such an extravagant gown of fine silver and lace, and gleaming diamond tiara decorated her beautiful curls of red. Her face was as well hidden behind a rich porcelain mask that illuminated her bright silver eyes. As it was, she stood at first glance alone, but a rather handsome figure glided up behind her, he was dressed in black from head to foot. On his shoulders was a blood red cloak with gold interior, his hoped gold earring made his raven hair seem to gleam. To continue, his hair was pulled back in an elegant tail clipped by a gold fasten. In addition, like the girl, he also wore a mask, but his was of a deep nightshade that drew all attention to his peculiar changeling eyes. He tapped her gently on the shoulder and she immediately swirled around to face him with wide eyes.
'Hello darling…'
'What the…? Where am I?' she demanded her eyes brimming with anger and fear.
'Is this a dream?' she whispered averting her eyes in every direction with suspicion.
'If you think of this as a dream…so be it…' the man smiled charmingly holding out his hand to her purring,
'Shall we dance?' his fangs grew long and his eyes changed from cobalt to blue full if lust and mystery.
Ava's scream filled the bedroom as she sat up, her face was strained and sheet white, her silver eyes filled with horror and fear.
'That was a dream was it?' she looked down at her clothing and saw relieved that she was in her nightgown. Her eyebrows immediately furrowed in thought,
'Was that a dream' she climbed out from beneath the cover, crossed over to her vanity, and sat down gazing at her pale figure behind the mirror.
Around her neck was her cross pendant, the cross burned at her flesh, but did not lit it aflame. Strange.
"I agree, my love, very intriguing that one such as you can hold a cross and not be resulted in a pile of ashes…" a rush cold air hit inside of her ear sending involuntary chills running up and down her spine.
"How come you have no reflection?" she asked reaching out with her hand to touch the glass.
A cold, pale hand reached out a grasped hers and pulled her up against a body,
"I am no longer of the living, like yourself…"
She was swiveled around to face a very intriguing man, Dracula.
"I thought I was…"
"As did I my love…but it appears we were both mistaken…" he replied smiling and clasping both of her hands in his own and began to kiss her neck.
"Yes, you inherit the gift of the look and the feel but not the touch…you are not a full fledged vampire, but a half vampire…" he purred kissing her ear lobe.
"At least for now…" he whispered smirking as Ava tensed up under him gasping and pulling away.
"What do you mean by that?" she clutched her throat and looked at him with fear.
He laughed and his eyes flashed blue,
"Is it not obvious…my love?" he did not wait for her response but continued,
"Tomorrow is my Hollow's Eve Ball, and the birthday of you new life…"
He relished the scowl on her face and felt his canines lengthen,
"With me…for eternity…"