Chapter 2
Dracula's POV:
Dracula pushed open the doors to the ballroom. He had waited one year, hoping to find an even more matured and beautiful women waiting for him. The music stopped. Everyone stopped their dancing except for one couple that continued dancing and laughing. They realized the silence and stopped their giggling. He looked at them annoyingly, ready to spring at them. He then realized the young woman was Rose, she had become more magnificent in her beauty, but what was she doing with another man? Maybe she needed to be reminded of his touch. He waved the ball to continue, and then steadily made his way to Rose. She continued to dance with this, this pathetic imperfect, boy.
He tapped on Rose's shoulder, and when she turned he took her into his arms, paying no attention to the shocked man. When he knew the other man, he pulled Rose closer to himself, tightening his grasp around her waist. He started to gently kiss her neck and face, his hands slowly moving up and down her slim figure. Glancing at the envious man he gave him a sly and conquered smile. When the music ended, he gently pulled himself away from her. He lustily looked at her, observing her dress and matures. She wore an emerald green gown wearing also white satin gloves and slippers like the year before. This time a golden locket replaced her teardrop diamond necklace. He decided that he would wait another year; he would not sire her when she had much more beauty that she can obtain. He turned on his heal and walked away, leaving the girl to stand alone, amazed.
Rose's POV:
"Mike! You're a wonderful dancer! I don't know what you were complaining about before!" I said to my best friend. We had accompanied each other to this fall ball, the first of the season.
"You're only saying that!" he replied sighing, carefully concentrating on his steps.
"No, I... OW! That was my foot!" I said laughing, trying not to make him feel bad.
"I'm terribly sorry! Oh, I'm just, uh, I guess I have two left feet, huh?" He smiled weakly. I laughed at him, and he joined in.
"I told you we'd have fun, aren't you glad we came now?" I giggled, and then I suddenly realized that the music stopped and people were staring at us. I elbowed Mike in the arm and he suddenly stopped, embarrassed.
I looked up and the host glared back at us. He beckoned the ball to continue, and Mike took me back into his arms and we continued to laugh and dance. I was having fun.
All of a sudden, I was tapped on the shoulder and when I turned around I was swept up into the host's arms. I was shocked, and couldn't believe how rude it was when I noticed the dark eyes and remembered that it was Vladislaus Dragulia who so passionately danced with me almost a year ago. Only to leave me to go on and continue without him, but I could not resist his touch that made me shudder. I longed for his kiss, hypnotized into his gaze. He pulled me closer to him, his tow loose pieces of hair brushing my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist with a more firm but pleasant grasp. He continued by kissing me, I was trembling; I couldn't do anything on my free will now. Then, unexpectedly, he let me go. I almost fell without him to hold me up, and I was so shocked and fooled again. He turned on his heal and walked away. Did he not want me? Or was he just playing games for his enjoyment? I was rambling in my mind, so confused when Mike grabbed my shoulders pulling me back to my senses.
"Do you want to leave now?" He whispered into my ear.
"Yes, let's go, please." I answered in a quiet and tired way. We will return next year I thought, I would seek my revenge, play the same game with him.
Dracula's POV:
Dracula pushed open the doors to the ballroom. He had waited one year, hoping to find an even more matured and beautiful women waiting for him. The music stopped. Everyone stopped their dancing except for one couple that continued dancing and laughing. They realized the silence and stopped their giggling. He looked at them annoyingly, ready to spring at them. He then realized the young woman was Rose, she had become more magnificent in her beauty, but what was she doing with another man? Maybe she needed to be reminded of his touch. He waved the ball to continue, and then steadily made his way to Rose. She continued to dance with this, this pathetic imperfect, boy.
He tapped on Rose's shoulder, and when she turned he took her into his arms, paying no attention to the shocked man. When he knew the other man, he pulled Rose closer to himself, tightening his grasp around her waist. He started to gently kiss her neck and face, his hands slowly moving up and down her slim figure. Glancing at the envious man he gave him a sly and conquered smile. When the music ended, he gently pulled himself away from her. He lustily looked at her, observing her dress and matures. She wore an emerald green gown wearing also white satin gloves and slippers like the year before. This time a golden locket replaced her teardrop diamond necklace. He decided that he would wait another year; he would not sire her when she had much more beauty that she can obtain. He turned on his heal and walked away, leaving the girl to stand alone, amazed.
Rose's POV:
"Mike! You're a wonderful dancer! I don't know what you were complaining about before!" I said to my best friend. We had accompanied each other to this fall ball, the first of the season.
"You're only saying that!" he replied sighing, carefully concentrating on his steps.
"No, I... OW! That was my foot!" I said laughing, trying not to make him feel bad.
"I'm terribly sorry! Oh, I'm just, uh, I guess I have two left feet, huh?" He smiled weakly. I laughed at him, and he joined in.
"I told you we'd have fun, aren't you glad we came now?" I giggled, and then I suddenly realized that the music stopped and people were staring at us. I elbowed Mike in the arm and he suddenly stopped, embarrassed.
I looked up and the host glared back at us. He beckoned the ball to continue, and Mike took me back into his arms and we continued to laugh and dance. I was having fun.
All of a sudden, I was tapped on the shoulder and when I turned around I was swept up into the host's arms. I was shocked, and couldn't believe how rude it was when I noticed the dark eyes and remembered that it was Vladislaus Dragulia who so passionately danced with me almost a year ago. Only to leave me to go on and continue without him, but I could not resist his touch that made me shudder. I longed for his kiss, hypnotized into his gaze. He pulled me closer to him, his tow loose pieces of hair brushing my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist with a more firm but pleasant grasp. He continued by kissing me, I was trembling; I couldn't do anything on my free will now. Then, unexpectedly, he let me go. I almost fell without him to hold me up, and I was so shocked and fooled again. He turned on his heal and walked away. Did he not want me? Or was he just playing games for his enjoyment? I was rambling in my mind, so confused when Mike grabbed my shoulders pulling me back to my senses.
"Do you want to leave now?" He whispered into my ear.
"Yes, let's go, please." I answered in a quiet and tired way. We will return next year I thought, I would seek my revenge, play the same game with him.