MCR!! To the right my loves>>>>>> Helena- What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and good night, so long and good night. <3 ;( he has the best lyrics.... Enjoy!
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Drip....drip...drip.
Moisture dripped onto my arm at a constant rhythm.
My right calf twitched as my brain slowly slid from unconciousness and my eyes fluttered open to--
Complete and utter darkness.
It was a mistake to open my eyes I realized because a headache throbbed beneath them. My calf was twitching because my head was barely against a wall and me legs and arms were bent under me, all loosing circulation The moisture dripping onto my arm was warm and gave me the willies.
I tried moving my hands.
They were tied with some sort of material.I tried to sit up. The ties let me get up about half way before they restrained me.
Everything was ok. I was fine, just tied up and sitting in an akward position.
I took a deep breath. The air was thick and humid, smelling of mold, dust, and dirt. I coughed and weezed as if I had the worst asthma.
Where was I? Why was I nauseous and overall achy?
The headache, the nauseousness, the achy joints--I definitely had a hangover.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember. I always had an excellent memory.
But this was the first time I had a memory that resembed a vision.
The vague images of the club clouded over my closed eyes and I was a third person, watching myself. My favorite singer brought me onto the stage and as I stepped closer towards myself, dancing like a baboon I could smell the singers sweat, his cologne. My eyes ciriousely drifted over the crowd and I saw Anna doing her little dance as I sang on stngewith sloppy lips.' Anna's dance' was when she put her hands in the air and shook her butt in an embarrassing way.
My drunken body surfed the crowd to her and took how many shots? Three? Four? I raced down the steps towards myself and melted through the crowd like a ghost. I moved my hand through some guys arm who was having a beer and my eyes widened.
What the hell?
"WOOO!" a familiar voice screamed and I turned.
Yep, it was me who screamed.
As I made my way over to myself--my drunken self, I thought to myself, Oh God. I really wished I was one of those people who forgot when they were drunk. This is one wacky dream!
Anna whispered something into my ear with her eyes at the bartender and slapped my arm twice like I was a fish.
The Bartender.
I knew him.
His hair was dark and framed around dark blue eyes. He cleaned the counter with his attention down but I could tell--I could tell he was watching my drunken self pointing and saying how cute he was.
He lifted his gaze to Anna and I and winked before monitoring the crowd.
The Exterminator. He was a Bartender too?
I doubted it.
"HEY!" I screamed over the music and ran over to the bartender. I screamed again and again but nobody seemed to hear me. My body seeped through the counter once again like a ghost and before I knew it I was waist deep in the wood, standing in front of the Bartender.
He threw the towel he slung over his shoulder behind him, his attention to the side again. I turned towards his vision and felt a pull towards the scene.
We were leaving, Anna and I. I watched us stroll through the crowd like a movie and I was the only audience member. I saw my drunken form stumbling over the ledge of club door as my skin met the freezing air, then Anna following me with a drunken giggle towards the cute bouncer that resembled a hyena.
Then I saw the shadow to my left. A pair of blue eyes that watched my best friend and I stumble away. The eyes I definetely didn't notice the night before because I was so drunk.
If I had just looked over my damn shoulder! I would had known to run! To scream! I know I would have.
The man to my right stepped out of the shadows and leaned on the entry of the door, his wide seemingly muscular chest practically in my face. I lifted my head to his face and suppressed a noise in my throat.
His features were cold, like stone and yet made my heart race. Handsome didn't even meet his looks, he was flat out beautiful. Beautiful, like a professional Brazillian model. But he wasn't watching the Cassie in front of him, he was watching the Cassie that was drunk the night before, the one that could barely stand up straight and was stumbling away like nothing mattered.
Just then he whirled his head around and his eyes drifted over me like I didn't even exist towards the club's crowd again. And then he disappeared. Just like that.
Before I could react, I jumped back and flew out of the club as if a fishing pole had flew at me and I grabbed the bait. I was running, sprinting from the pull towards the coffee house Anna and I always went to. When I looked up at the sky I saw the moon was drifting across it at an unrealistic speed.
Was time moving ahead?
It had to be, because by the time I got to the coffee house there was a sign on the door that said closed. I knew for a fact the club closed before the coffee house did. It always worked like that.
Unless something was wrong.
"Now what do I do?" I spoke outloud and this time my voice sounded echoed. I reached for the door handle of the Coffee Shop and my hand went right through it. "Wow," I said with a laugh. I was a ghost in this strange dream after all.
I winced a little when I walked through the door, thinking I would get stuck in the middle of it. I stepped right through it into the sitting area at the Coffee shop. Looking around, I saw that nobody sat in the chairs, nobody was at the counter.
No service? What kind of dream is this?
"PLEASE STOP!" I heard a man wail and I jerked my head in the direction. Two men had entered the room, one was crawling backwards on the floor dressed in a cashier uniform and the other one....
The hotter version of the Exterminator?
I raised an eyebrow. He was just everywhere in this dream!
And so I stood there, my arms crossed over my chest as the scene played out before me. The Exterminator suddenly grabbed the man around the throat and lifted him from the floor as if he weight but a feather, a piece of dust.
His eyes were on fire they were so blue as he held the wriggling man up in the air. "GIVE ME ONE DAMN REASON NOT TO RIP YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR BLOODY NECK!" the Exterminator barked out in a hidden accent, and through the dream a shivered violently at his velvety voice.
"I...will...tell...Brutus," the man stuttered out between breaths and made a hissing noise from his mouth.
"You hiss at me and threaten empty threats, fool? In your position I would kiss my feet. I am ancient compared to you, Newbie."
"You could be as old as the stars and I would care just as less. Your feet are still dirt to me, and our people, Traitor."
The Exterminators blue eyes turned dark and he laughed with the cashiers obnoxious chuckles and then abruptly stopped, his features back to stone.
"You won't have a mouth to spill anything to my father when I am done with you," the blue eyed Exterminator whispered icily.
The room went silent.
And then he threw the cashier against the far wall with a solid smack.
I let out a scream but the scene continued. The blue eyed man disappeared from his spot and reappeared in front of the thrown man. The cashier was hoisted off the ground and then--
My mouth dropped open as the blue eyed man went for his neck with a ferocious roar. The cashier thrashed and his jaw unhinged as canines slipped from his gums.
"STOP!" I cried out, forgetting that nobody could hear me. I ran over to the two, too afraid to interfere and too invisible to put an end to it. "PLEASE STOP!" I cried out and backed away from the scene as it started to fast forward.
I watched the figures move back and forth, fighting as if the cashier had no wound at all. The blue eyed man had a smirk on his face the whole time as if he was enjoying the cashier and his attempts to over-come him.
Blood began to cover the floors. When the scene fast forward some more there was hand prints on the ceiling, the walls as the two fought each other. The cashier abruptly stumbled against the wall with a scream of pain and I saw that his hand was bent backwards at an odd angle. Laughter filled the room; the Exterminator's laughter.
The cashier was sweating, bleeding, and laughing hysterically all at once at a secret joke.
"You are a disgrace to our race," the cashier sputtered. "My blood shed will just prove it more permanent--"
The blue eyed man then thrust his hand into the cashiers chest with a sickening crack, making me scream again and cover my mouth. Blood spilled like a river from the cashiers chest as he sputtered out words which gargled as blood pumped freely from his mouth.
"I will be a disgrace. But you will be dead," the blue eyed man said with a grim expression as the cashier dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open.
Tears blurred my vision. The cashier was dead? Dead? Where was I---
The lights turned off.
The moon's light shifted ever so slightly and when I turned towards the cashiers body it was moved, hidden in front of a table. I saw a flash of blonde hair to my left and the door to the coffee stores bell rang. I saw the Exterminator walking out of the coffee store like it was nobody's business, holding an unconcious bonde-haired girl carefully in his arms.
I watched them walk away in confusion. Anna?
"Urghh."
The sleepy groan came from the corner of the coffee store, a place I hadn't even thought to look towards. There my drunken other sat, their--my brown hair spilled over the table and the white dress I wore to the club all crinkled and ruined. The Exterminator was right next to the drunk Cassie now, watching her--me.
And how did he get there so quickly? I just saw him carrying Anna...
I panicked when he pulled up a strand of my--her hair, and yanked it up with a small grin. But then the grin disappeared and was replaced by something I didn't expect, sadness. He crouched down to the level of drunken Cassie, his head still above hers, and reached out with what seemed to be a gloved hand. I hadn't seen the glove before but I had a feeling he was always wearing it.
He noticed the glove too and held his right hand in his left for a moment as if debating something. He then slipped off the glove off and reached out to her and touched her cheek with the tip of his fingers for only a moment and then he smiled. The flash of dimples I saw on his cheeks as he did so was unexpecting--being he was so masculine in height and features.
And it would have been adorable, his hand reaching out to touch her...my face, if I hadn't seen him dig his hand into someones chest minutes before.. Even if his hand had looked cleaned and spottless of blood, and it was a genuine...sweet gesture of creepy affection from someone I didn't know at all.
But come on, seriousely? He could have used the other hand.
Was he going to kill me in this dream? The Exterminator/Bartender whispered then whispered something into my ear, something that made my sleeping other lift their hand and slap his head.
He made a face of displeasure, touching the back of his head where I had blindly swatted him in my sleep. It was an excellent shot in the dark, it really was.
"I could totally picture myself doing that," I muttered in the dream under my hand as I watched the killer cross his arms over his chest and stare down at my napping body.
The imagery of the dream was all too real, the detail in the store, the moons light against the exterminators sculpted features as he leaned down to my ear and whispered in my ear, "You are a godess when you sleep, but what a beast when you speak."
His eyes then drifted over to the far end of the coffee shop where the cashier lay dead and then lingered back to drunken Cassie.
And then he disappeared.
There was a bang in the back of the coffee shop as if pots and pans were dropped. Drunken Cassie lifted her head, awake and rubbed her eyes. I watched her look around for a moment, slowly get up, and then walk through the coffee shop as if there wasn't any blood hidden beneath the shadows on the walls, the floors, as if there wasn't a dead body on the floor.
A killer in the same store as her.
The same store I was in.
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All at once I jumped out of the scene, took a large gasping breath in of humid air, and remembered I was in some sort of basement, tied up and alone. I was sweating, still gasping from the strange dream, squinting at a bright light that shown from above.
God?
"Cassie, yes?" a voice spoke out and the light was fixated onto man. I recognizd him. He was tallish, around 5' 11'' and around forty something years old. His eyes were practically black like his goatee and hair, but I could see the outlines of his pupils in the spotlight of the flashlight, which strangely stayed larger than normal.
I squinted, picturing him with sunglasses on and remembered I had indeed seen him before.
"I am Brutus," the man continued. "Do you remember me, child? We gave you a ride home after your...encounters with a man?"
I frowned. A man?
"The exterminator," was all he added.
My breath froze in my throat. The exterminator. The blue eyes, the dark chestnut hair, the chiseled features, the blood-stained white shirt he wore in the dream...
Was it a dream or a memory?
His fangs flashed in front of my eyes. The way he opened his jaw and hissed at me. He had fangs I remembered. He said he was a Vampire. A creature that didn't exist. But he proved it, he proved he was one to me I just didn't want to believe it. The girl he was carrying out of the store was Anna. He told me I would be kidnapped by someone other than himself. Told me he had Anna. He stole her and threatened to kill her if I...if...
If I said anything about him when I was kidnapped.
Was this what he was talking about?
"I wasn't a dream," I muttered out loud in awe. I had recollection of the night before in what--a vision? Was that normal?
One thing came clear. I was kidnapped and tied down in a smelly basement with water dripping on annoyingly.
I looked up to see a pair of black eyes staring down at me. "What was not a dream?" Brutus wondered.
"Nothing," I said in reply with a strange amount of confidence. I felt akward laying on the floor in front of a man of his age in a short dress and shifted a little. "Why am I here? Where is here?" My voice sounded croaky and I swallowed dryness.
"I just need to ask you a few questions, child. Then you can leave." His eyes drifted over to the person next to him holding a flashlight for only a moment. "Tell me of the young man with the blue eyes. The one you spoke about in your slumber."
Well crap. "I don't know what your talking about," I said.
"Do not lie to me," Brutus replied swiftly and stood over me, his tone growning dangerously deep. "He is a danger, a mongrel to socity. You must tell me where he is."
"Listen," I said, and cringed against the wall. "I have no idea where anyone is. I don't even know where I am. Please just--"
"Kill her," Brutus interrupted, his gaze on the shadow of a man next to him. "Then kill her entire family. Make it painful and--" He smiled down at me, "--slow," he finished and the shadow of a man grunted in satisfaction.
I jolted into a sitting position, ignoring the pain in my legs and arms from laying on the ground so uncomfortably. "No! Please don't! I--I he said he's--he's coming back for me!" The flashlight flew into my eyes and I winced before continuing with, "He told me he's a Vampire! I know all about him! He'll come back for me! He promised!"
Brutus raised an eyebrow. "You don't say?" he questioned in curiosity and raked his eyes over me. His voice was overall dry as he said, " I am surprised. He takes a liking to very few humans. Thank your God you breath oxygen at this very moment and not the ground five feet under. You must have an excellent taste if he let you live--"
"He didn't bite me," I blurted out. The flashlight was shined in my face once again, making me squint painfully.
Brutus laughed, a sound that was unexpecting and the flashlight was thrown back at him. "Then he must want you for other...pleasurable reasons."
I swallowed dryness.
"You would be lucky for me to just kill you now," Brutus said, a smile etched across his lips. "But lucky you, I am all for my sons need to kill anything that walks. He just doesn't know it yet."
"Son? H-he's you son?"
"Indeed. And you will be bait for his arrival and I will have a good laugh when he ravishes you to the bone when he smells your blood pooling around you. A welcome home gift I will say, and he will return to our kingdom." His eyes lifted away from mine and I chose that moment to breath.
'I changed my mind," Brutus suddenly said. "I want her alive, in here until my gaurds have contact of my son. Feel free to beat her until i return. But unchain her first so she at least has some chance."
I wished it was sarcasm but he sounded completely serious.
The shadow holding the flashlight grunted in approval, a small lightbulb flickered on in the middle of the room, and I watched Brutus climb slowly up the steps, turning around only once to give me a small, lingering smile.
"Hello," a husky voice said in front of me, leading to the body of a Barbarian. Muscles bulged from his legs and shoulders and his hair was shaved closed to his skull, emphasising his golden eyes. He was still handsome in a sense but was around the age of thirty.
He had to bend so his head wouldn't smack against the short ceiling. His steps towards me were slow as he approached me and shook the ground. I made a small wimpering noise as he leaned down towards me, his face blank.
He broke the material binding my hands in an instant. I thought he actually might have broken them with his bare hand but I was too out of it to pay attention.
"We are not all like Brutus. I cannot help you any further or he will have my head. You must run if you wan to escape," he then whispered with a small smile and then dissapeared into thin air.
I sat there for only a second in confusion before I got up and put my hands on my hips. I looked down to see my dress was practically red and torn in a million places and my five hundred dollar heels Anna bought me were gone.
"Well this sucks," I spoke to my bare feet as I took in the grimmy goo on the basement floor I would have to cross.
After stepping in the slim of the floor I accended the stairs carefully, thanking the Lord that the stairs were made of concrete and not wood. They didn't creak with each step I took. I opened the door to the champter slowly, stuck my head out into the hallway which was completely made of dark grey bricks.
This has to be some sort of trap, I thought to myself. But then again, it might not be.
I closed the door gently behind me, pulled my dress down over my butt and paused. I could either go right or left.
Right. I darted down the hallway with quick feet, having no idea where I was going or who I would bump into. What if Brutus came back to see me and saw me escaping? What if the gaurd decided to come back and beat me in the middle of the hallway?
What if I never got out of here?
I stopped on the red carpeted floor when I reached a four way intection in the hallway. I had three options now, I couldn't go back where I came. I decided to go straight but a voice stopped me.
"HEY!" a deep voice boomed down the hallway. I jerked my attention towards the voice to see a man dressed in a stylish suit about fifteen feet away, with his hand at his side.
Is that...?
"DON'T MOVE." He took the stun gun out of it's holster and aimed it at me, a smile on his lips. I squealed like a girl stuck with her hand in teh cookie jaw and bolted the path I was going.
"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" I muttered too the beat of my punding heart as I tore through the identically colored hallways. I had absoluetely no idea where I was going, no idea where I was about to go, and no idea who anyone here was.
I turned right down a brighter-lit hallway and almost fell down a flight of stairs when a maid was pushing a cart out of a room and I had to dodge her.
I stopped, my hand on the railing of the stairs and then flew down them with the audacity of an olympian athlete. I stumbled once I reached the next floor but bolted straight back up quicker than I had been running before.
Thank you track team!
Sweat was pouring down my face at this point practically blinding me. There were now doors on both sides of the hallway and I debated whether to throw one open and hide in it. But if someone was in it? Someone else who claimed they were a Vampire?
A Vampire.
I stopped in my tracks. I was going mad! Running from these peope who were what, Vampires too?
I looked behind me.
Nobody seemed to following me...
I heard the rough sound of a walkie-talkie being turned on and then a soft, "Mini-van this is Toyota Camry. The squirrel is in the road, I repeat, the squirrel is in the road. Hallway seven A, she's around five seven with long brown hair, sweaty, and wearing a strippers outfit. Human, but she seems dangerous."
I tore my gaze to the end of the hallway, where a young man squatted behind a maids cart, his eyes over the ridge of it. He saw me and jumped up onto his feet in an instant, beginning to run towards me with a speed I was not expecting.
I gasped and made another run for it. My feet were sore and every time they hit the floor, I couldn't help but wince. I heard the breaths of him behind me as he neared closer and closer, the beat of my own heartbeat when I saw more men dressed in suits at the end of the hallway, forming a wall.
Fingers brushed against the hem of my dress. "STOP!" a man roared from behind me and grabbed me around the waist.
I screamed at the top of my lungs and flung my arms out, punching him square in the face before smacking the sides of his head with my hands, right on his ears and then swiftly jabbed my fingers into a random spot in his neck.
He grabbed his ears with a wail and almost fell backwards. He leaned against the wall for a moment and then slid down it, before falling face first into the ground.
I stared at him in shock. I could see his chest was moving up and down but he was in no shape of form getting back up. "Did I just...did he just...oh...my--"
Another man appeared out of no where and slammed into me, knocking my back into the wall. and tried to pin me to the wall and another one spoke into his walkie-talkie. "The squirrel is rabbit!"
"I'm not a squirrel!" I snapped and clawed at the man in front of me until scratches lined his face. He opened his mouth and hissed out, his canines longer than any humans.
Ok, maybe he wasn't a man after all.
I heard a door unlock and then watched the dark wooden door to us burst open. I saw a woman in my peripheral vision and saw her just stand there, her hands on her hips. "Who dares interrupt my nap?" she said in the sharpest tone.
The men around me stopped trying to hold me down and brought their attention to her. They then put their attention to one man in particular who I deemed was the head of the group. He had dark grey eyes and wide features. "We have an escaped prisoner, your Majesty!"
I saw the womans head dart to me and I turned my face completely towards her. She was stunning in appearance, with crystal blue eyes and softly tanned skin. Her hair was a darker blonde and was pulled back into a huge twisted bun that looked like it took hours to create. Situated on her head was a gleaming gold crown with a small red gem towards the tip of the intricate piece. She wore a dark silk red dress with sleeves. At the waist, the dress fanned outwards before pooling to the edges of the ground, covering up with I assumed would be extremely expensive shoes.
I instantly knew she was a mother when her face softened and she clasped her hands in front of her. The woman's voice held a slight accent which I assumed was British. "Please leave this young lady with me. Do you not see her face? She is pretty. Clearly she is just a lost participant."
Participant?
The man all made confused faces. "But your Majesty," the one spoke up. "She is dressed as a slave! There is blood on her clothing--"
"SILENCE," she roared at him and made myself, and the massive men around me jump back against the wall. "You do as I say, when I say it!" Her eyes went bright, to a liniment blue and I gasped.
"Forgive me," the poor guy said, his head hung low.
She returned her stunning eyes to me and smiled. "Come with me dear. I will get you cleaned up."
I stood where I was, afraid to move. Hell, at the sound of her 'mean' voice I was willing to be tazzered twenty times over by these freaky men in suits.
She held her hand out to me.
I glanced at one of the men next to me to see they were scowling at me. One of them for sure was imagining tearing my head off by the neck.
I grasped the woman's warm hand and entered the room.
"I am Queen Sorina," the woman told me as soon as she closed the door behind me. "And you my Dear, look exactly like a prostitute."
"Queen Sorina?"
"Well yes," she said simply. "Did the crown not give it away?"
I shook my head. "Well...not really I thought maybe you--"
"Where crazy?"
I shook my head again, feeling shy. "Well...not really--"
"A total loon?"
I couldn't help but burst out laughing and then she joined in. I didn't know a laugh was capable of being elegant but she somehow pulled it off. "What is your name, Dear?"
"Cassie Heart."
"And what are you doing here in my Castle?"
"You tell me. I was tied up in some sort of basement. This man I met, Brutus, came down and asked me about this...guy who...well." I bit my lip, not wanting to say anymore.
Her face morphed into understanding. She was very easy to read. "A young man who's been following you?"
"Yes."
"Is he about this tall?" She held her hand up above her own tall body.
"Yes."
"Was he handsome?"
I nodded, trying not to sound too eager.
"Did you go to the police?"
"He threatened to kill my friend if I did."
She smoothed out her hair with her hand and then fixed the sleeves of her dress. "Hmmm, I see. And what was your name again, Dear?"
I fiddled with the hem of my dress. I felt uncomfortable in this room, in this place. I wanted to leave and run to the nearest police. "Cassie Heart," I said softly.
She froze and then lifted her eyes back to me. "Heart," she said and stared at me for the longest time. "Well, let's get you fixed up and I will send you on your way, yes?"
I looked at the huge bed before me which looked softer than a cloud, and made a move to sit down onto it.
"Eh, eh, eh," 'Queen Sorina' scolded and I saw she had a phone to her ear. "Your dress, Dear. There is blood all over it."
I looked down at the dress I was wearing and felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. I pulled it up so my bra didn't show as much and then pulled it down so my butt was covered. It was like an uneven scale and either way my bra or my butt showed.
I stuck with the bra side of the scale.
I then glanced at the woman and thought, Could I tell her about what I saw? The vision I had, was it even real? If it was I witnessed a murder, a kidnapping, and a killer in play. I had to get to the police some how.
"Listen," I started. "I...well I witnessed something yesterday. That guy I was talking about I think he has my friend. I wasn't sure if he was bluffing at first but now I'm positive. And I think I witnessed a murder--"
She locked eyes with me and took a step near me, her hand on my chin. I had stopped talking and became transfixed onto her eyes. ""Cassie listen to me," she started, her voice soft but demanding. "Vampires do not exist. Your friend is safe. I am not a Queen, you will call me Sorina. You don't see my crown. You don't see my dress. You see a friend. You were going on a short vacation with your friends a few hours from home and got in a car crash outside this castle. You came here and asked for help, I said you could stay for dinner until we reached your parents. You will not look anyone in the eyes because you are nervous from the crash and don't trust anyone here. You do not want to call the Police or mention the blue-eyed man again in this household. You will get cleaned up and get rid of that horrid looking dress."
My mind went blank like a piece of paper without ink. I stored the cashier being murdered into a slot in the bookshelf of my mind.
She let go of my chin and grabbed a perfume off the white vanity in the bedroom and took a whiff of it. "Yes well, how about that shower, Dear?"
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After implying I looked like a Prostitute, 'The Queen' called a bunch of people up on the phone, while putting the shower on for me. Seriously, that’s exactly what happened; she didn’t ask who I was, or where I was from.
The Bathroom is crazy. To the left of the door is a huge gold tub/shower, with dozens of shampoos and conditioners.(I used a little of all.) And to the right are two huge mirrors, sinks and cabinets. When I came out in a pink fuzzy robe, I looked at the bedroom around me.
A giant red bed is against the wall, all alone and fluffy looking, and a wooden dresser, with old hair brushes and untouched necklaces. The walls had cool swirls of red; the floors were a dark wood. There was a huge window/ sitting area with a red squishy pillow. I of course got distracted and walked over and jumped on it. Closing my eye’s I thought of a plan to get out of this Loony House. A girl suddenly came out of the closet at my feet, scaring the crap out of me
“I’m Camilia, come with me!” She said happily. I knew she was related to Emilia because they had the same blue eyes, and cheek bones. Her hair was a light brown, kind of like mine, and was below her ears, exactly like Emilia. She dragged me to the sketchy, closet-like area, until we a door popped up.
“ Oh wow.” I said looking around.
This room was completely maroon! The titles were a maroon, the walls were maroon, and the curtains were maroon. When you walked in to the left there are 5 huge black vanities, with boxes of makeup and hair essentials. Towards the back of the room are dressing rooms, and thousands of colorful outfits. There were about 8 doors each was labeled differently: Jeans, T-Shirts, Shoes, Blouses and T-shirts, Underwear, Bras, Dresses, and Night Clothing.
It's like the mall in one small room!
“Let’s get you all prettied up,” she said with a broad smile, already planning what to do with me.
Great a game of Vampire dress up, my favorite.
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“Your hair is so tangled!” Camelia yelled, pulling the brush harder in my hair. She and another 5 were pampering me while Queen Sorina was still on the phone, by the window. I didn’t ask for this, I just wanted to get the hell out of here. Makeup was being applied heavily to my
How did I get from being a Prisioner, to being a Barbie?
A man came in wearing a purple suit, pushing a metal dress carrier. He had slicked back blond hair, and Puppy dog brown eyes, approximately 25 year old on my age calculator. He was so cute; too bad he was completely gay. “Hey there girl I’m Jerome and I will be fitting you for an outfit today! He yelled happily in his feminine voice.
He pulled me up and walked me to a full length mirror, then started measuring every inch of my body. He touched my face and I stared in his brown eyes. “You have a nice bone structure, but we need to work on that butt, it’s a tad large. I’ll give you a Weight loss program I give to my…clients.” I blushed, suddenly feeling self conscious.
“Excuse me? I don’t think-“
“Never mind Honey Buns, now what’s your favorite color?” He asked, squeezing my cheeks. I assumed Honey Buns was because of my ‘fat ass.’
“Why am I telling you my favori-“
“Just tell me what your favorite color is!” He yelled, then brushed the hair out of his eyes.
That was unexpected. “Well I like the color black?” I said, hoping he wouldn’t flip out again.
He laughed, covering his mouth. When he realized I was serious he clapped his hands at a girl with a clipboard. “Stacy, get me 8 colorful dresses in a size 7!”
I shook my head rapidly. “No, I’m not wearing a dress. I refuse.” Not again.
There was an assortment of colors, he took off each one, showing them to me, ignoring my complaints. One was a strapless emerald green, and had matching sparkly shoes; another was a long pastel yellow with sleeves. The last one was huge and pink, with a giant bow in the back, it literary looked like a Grandma/doll dress.
I waved my hands at Stacy. “No, no, no. That’s ok I don’t wear dresses they make me look weird.” I scrunched my face at Jerome, he wasn’t even listening. I turned back around and poked my stomach in the mirror
He rustled through all the dresses, talking to himself, and putting them against his own body. “Hmph!” He picked out a dress from the rack. You can wear this one then!” He said emphasizing every word, geese Vampire dudes are demanding. I turned around and looked at his choice and cringed.
Guess which dress he chose.
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“MORE!” Jerome screamed in my ear.
“I’m trying!” I yelled back. Finally it zipped up. Holy crappers, this dress is tight.
I tried to take a deep breath, failing. “I learned my lesson Jerome, don’t talk back to you.” I said looking wide eyed at my dress in the mirror.
Jerome stepped back and covered his mouth once again, laughing.
Camelia had the same expression as me. “You look….very…..very...….pretty! Yeah you look pretty!” Camelia complimented, sounding a bit un-sure. Could she be any more obvious?
Yes, I was wearing the damn Grandma dress. In my defense, Jerome literary shoved me into it. Damn Vampires. Looking in the mirror I felt like one of those doll’s you get when your little. Their an ok present you got from your cheap Aunt, but after a while you face it to the wall, because it’s staring at you from the shelf. The dress was a light pink, and had ruffles all around the fanned out part. It stopped at my ankles, so my pink flats were still noticeable. The whole dress would be ok if there wasn’t a HUGE white bow in the back emphasizing my butt. It doesn’t even match!!!
During my thought process, Camelia had her hands clasped behind her back and was smiling to herself. I suddenly felt horrible. These nice people are putting me in these 23,000 dollar dresses, and they know nothing about me. They probably think I’m some kind of Princess! I got off the platform and pulled her to the corner. “Camelia I’m in a lot of trouble I don’t know why you guys are dressing me up but I’m a prisio-“
The door to the room openend from the hallway, and everyone turned anxiously. “Fifteen minutes until his arrival!” A small man yelled in the room. What? Who? Huh?
Everyone started to hurry in doing last minute touches on their makeup, and making sure their boobs looked good in the mirror. Camelia was nowhere in sight. Panicking I stepped off the plat formed and looked around the room for her.
“We are going to have so much fun!” She said excitedly.
“W-w-ait what? What’s going on?” I asked looking around anxiously as she pulled my down the hallway.
She turned her head, still running easily in her heels. “My Brother is arriving!”
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Camelia and I were heading to what she kept calling, 'The Banquet Room'. There was a long line to get in. We got in the back. All the men were dressed in a suit and tie, and the woman were in dresses. Looking behind me Camelia disappeared. Great…
I turned 360 degrees around looking for her. Swoman probably in her 50’s, and her husband caught my attention. They were by the entrance pointing at me, and telling the man with the clipboard something. He looked over the head’s, and whispered something back to them, not as quiet as she had.
"Yes, I don't know why a Human is here." He told her.
Right then, I swear everything was in slow motion. Everyone became silent in the line, and turned in my direction, eye’s blazing. I shook slightly.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
“She’s with me.” Camelia said out of nowhere. I let out a breath. She dragged me to the front of the line to meet the man with the clipboard. He smiled at her shyly. His hair was dark, and pulled back into a ponytail with a leather band, his eye’s were slanted slightly, and slightly red. Noticing that his teeth were sharp, made me look the other way. I felt dozens of eyes burning into my neck.
It felt like 60 hungry Shark's, and I'm the juicy fish.
“Hello Johnathan! How’s are you? Can you please put Cassie Heart on the list?” Camelia said to the man.
He glared at me then looked back at Camelia.“Are you crazy? Your Father will have her head on a platter!”
“My Step Father will not be attending tonight. He has other arrangements.” She glanced at me, then at the floor. Father problems?
He looked at her for a long time, with a sad look on his face. “Go on in.” He used the clipboard to direct us.
Am I really that much of a bother?
“Thank you.” I said quietly.
We walked into a room straight out of a Medieval Era. The walls were a made of gray stones, with interesting antiques and curtains, scattered around. There was a Red carpet from the entrance, all the way to a raised platform, which held thrones. There was a giant 60 foot wooden table stretching on top of the red carpet, with matching wooden chairs. The chair’s had a dark red seat.
Facing the thrones, the largest one, presumably the Kings was carved of wood, and pointed at the head like a diamond. There was also a smaller one to the left of it, with the same shape. The Queen’s throne was noticeably smaller, with a curved top. There was also a matching throne next to it, but smaller.
Whoa this is like one of those huge museums with old stuff you can't touch or it will break...
I sat with Camelia on my left and an empty seat on my right, at the end closest to the throne. I looked to the right at the entrance. Everyone was talking to each other, but very quietly. Probably so the Human couldn’t hear. Shifting in my seat for the fifth time I asked the man next to me for the time. He said 11:00.
Wow these people eat extremely late.
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I was literary falling asleep on the table, and the only one that had my silverware out, taping my fork on my glass. What the heck are we waiting for? Where’s the grub? Across from me was the Old Lady who was indeed trying to get me out of here moment’s ago. She smiled, showing her fangs. I gave her the stink eye. Come and get me old Prune.
While Camelia was chatting away with a blond man, I got up and walked briskly to the guy with the clipboard making sure no Vampires were following me.
“Hey can you tell me where the restroom is?” I asked him with a smile.
He wouldn’t look up from his clipboard. I snapped my finger’s in his face.
“Hey fang face, I was talking to you."
He growled.
Oh God.
"As soon as your alone.” A voice whispered in my head. I probably shouldn’t have done what I did next. But I did.
“What the fuck was that?” I yelled looking from the hallway to the Banquet Room.
Once again, everything and everyone became silent.