One Last Song - Rewriting

Chapter Three - Daniel Whitlock

'Cigare?' Isaac asks me.

I shake my head. 'No, thanks.' 

We sit on the chairs in the Godwin Drawing Room. Just Isaac and me with a few drunk women by the fireplace, drinking and smoking.

'Have you done a dance yet?' Isaac asks me. I shake my head again.

'No,' I say blankly. Isaac is Scottish along with all of the other people at this party except me. I'm English. I was born in London and here I am in Scotland, at a Vamparian Arostocrat's party, trying to fit in. I mean, what is a Vamparian anyway?

Isaac and I are two completely different people. He's got black, almost blue hair and amazing gray eyes whereas I have white-blond hair and light blue eyes. Isaac is pale and always gets the women, I'm slightly more tan or olive skinned.

'Come on, there must be some lady out there appealing to you!' Isaac taunts.

'There's not. None of them are appealing except one althought she was dancing with that Lord or something like that.' I say flatly.

'Aww, matey,' Isaac says, slapping my forearm. I pick at the fabric on the chair.

'Did they kiss?' He asks after a few more seconds. I recall the memory.

Her long, curly brown hair had been tied up in a pretty bun with some sort of flower chain placed in it. She was wearing a long baby blue silk dress with a low neck so you could see down her dress. I could tell she wasn't happy about that. She was dancing with a guy who I know she didn't like. Strong chin, he had. He was tall. Much taller and more muscly than me. He looked happy and proud he had found himself such a beautiful lady. 

'Yes, they did.' I say quietly. 'Well, he started to touch her back and then she told him to stop but he then started to kiss and bite her neck like a vampire.' 

'Aw, mate, come on.' Isaac stands up and walks over to the ladies by the fireplace. I sit there for a few more seconds before standing up and joining him.

'Hello, ladies,' He says, adressing a more larger one. She bates her eyelashes at him.

'Your naughty, Mister, I can tell,' She says, scrutinizing him. 

'Well, then, you don't know me too well. I'm unspoiled.' Isaac says. The lady's eyes widen.

'By God, strapping fellow like you?' She says.

Isaac nods before moving slightly closer to the woman.

I step back, only to find a small girl standing right by me. She has short, dark brown hair and green eyes.

'Why, hello, sir. How can I be of your service, now?' She says. I look at her disgusted.

'You can't. Isaac, I'm going to step outside for a second,' I say, trying to get away from them.

The smoke from their cigarettes is making me nauseas, almost to the point where I most definately need to sit down and have a cold glass of something...maybe whiskey?

'I'll come with you!' The girl says. I shake her off as she clings to my arm. 

'No, no, I need to be alone.' I say sharply. The music from the ballroom is getting louder and the smoke is making  it more difficult for me to breathe.

'Give me a peck then and I'll let yeh go!' the lady says. I can tell she's drunk. They're all drunk to the point where they can't stand. 

'I beg your pardon, ma'am!' I say loudly and I run out of the room with the lady following. I slam the door and I hear her starting knocking loudly.