Ok, ok. So that was mean. I'll update the story now… but my, wasn't it fun to end it like that. I'll start writing before you decide to beat me….
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She stood in front of the deep mahogany doors and waited for them to open. She knew what they expected her to do. They expected her to walk past all the murderous vampyres to the head table. And then sit down. As if she didn't know they could kill his in the span of a breath. She just had to sit. Beside the Prince of the vampyres.
Of course, she reflected, he wasn't the Prince yet. He still had to be ordained. Now if she could prevent that…
The high keening of a trumpet interrupted her thoughts. The doors creaked slowly open and she had the impression of many pale faces turned expectantly toward her figure.
She glanced futilely at the guards at either side of the door, wondering how far she could run before they caught her. They both shifted to be closer to her, as though they could read her mind.
She glared at them, before stepping through the doors into a world quite different from hers.
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His finger idly circled the mouth of his goblet as he watched the figure step into the light. He caught his breath. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Yet, she was not yet a woman, for the childlike innocence of her face betrayed both her fear and her age.
The scarlet of her dress brought out crimson flecks in her deep brown eyes and he found himself drawn to her as he had never been drawn to another vampyre.
She glanced at him and he caught his breath. Her chocolate curls caught the firelight ad flung it around her like a halo. There was a slight cleft in her chin, but it was the imperfection that made her beautiful.
She glanced back toward the doors, to which he knew she was glaring at Ezekiel and the other guard.
In sudden defiance of what her orders would have been, she hitched up her dress with both hands and stamped in a most ungraceful fashion toward the head table, at which he awaited her.
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She stepped into a different world. Each face was turned to her in a scornful gaze, judging her appearance. Yet she did not see them. She saw a man with pale golden hair, a man with eyes so blue they took her breath away. Yet, she saw that the edges of his pupils were laced with crimson, and that when he smiled the firelight glinted on his sharp teeth.
She was expected to be a lady to this monster? Granted, a very handsome monster, but that made no difference. The ceremony was over. She grasped a handful of delicate material in each hand and hitched it well over her knees, raising hr eyebrows to the Prince. His highness smothered a grin. Inflamed in her malice, she clomped as clumsily as she could to the chair that awaited her.
She fully intended to pull back the chair with as much noise she could wring out of the thing, but he was behind it before she could blink. He gracefully pulled it out and ushered her into the seat with a smirk.
She glared back and plopped herself into it, gasping a little when he picked up the chair with her in it and put it to the table. He sat back don next to her and watched her, his finger tracing around the mouth of his goblet.
"What are you looking at?" She snarled at him.
" Evidently the most childish woman I have ever had the unfortune to meet."
"Jackass." She muttered to the tablecloth, not quite daring to meet his eyes.
She heard a snort by her side and flicked her eyes to see him hastily covering his mouth with his hand and see his shoulders shaking. He was laughing at her!
"Ma'am? Which will you have?" A servant stood in front of her. He grinned lecherously at her, his greasy black hair falling into his eyes.
" What?"
The Prince turned to her, "Which… one … do… you… want?" he spoke slowly, as though she was a child.
She turned her back to him and picked the biggest piece of… whatever…. it was on the tray the servant was holding.
She placed it on the plate in front of her. The servant stood there for several minutes, staring at her.
"Put your eyes back in, Snape and go back to the kitchen with the rats." The Price said wryly.
"Yes, Draco." Snape glanced at him, and fairly ran back to the kitchen.
Draco glared after him, "Servants do not call their masters by first names." He growled.
"Why not, Draco?" She asked, smirking.
He tuned to her, " They are below us. We'll, they are below me. I dare say you are below them."
Not having a scathing retort handy, she did the next most desirable thing- she stuck her tongue out at him.
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