The vampire's Fated Beloved

The Ball

The car pulls up to a mansion and stops. The mansion has an old look to it. There are towers and gargoyles. The foundation is made mostly of stone like a castle. There are people pouring in the double wide doors.

Bob hands the valet his car keys after we all get out. Shelly pushed me out of the way, knocking the wind out of me.

As soon as I catch my breath, I follow the family from behind through the doors.

Once inside, I feel like I can't even concentrate on myself or problems. I have never seen anything so magical before.

We are in a foyer, I think. I am not fully sure what rich people call these rooms. It is very clean, not a speck out of place. There are suites of armor before each of the double staircases. Large elegant paintings of people and landscapes hang on the walls. Clean white marble flooring leads to the next room.

A man standing at the door is calling everyone towards him.

"This way to the ballroom, please. Thank you. This way, please."

There is an actual ballroom!

I follow everyone through each room, getting caught up on chandeliers and sculptures on the way. I feel so out of place being the only woman here without makeup and wearing brown.

Once we make it to the ballroom, everyone spreads out. There are tables with families' names on cards in the center. They are all at the far end of the room, leaving more than enough room for dancing on the other side.

I see the family sitting, and I join them. Not that I want to, but it appears everyone has been asked to sit by some guy at the door.

"There you are, Jan. Try not to get away from us. I don't want you sneaking around this place."

"Mom, I can't have her around me. I don't want Vince to think I am really related to that."

Vince? Oh, that must be the rich hunk she is trying to land. Fat chance! Looking around, I see some women who must be models. I don't know what he looks like, but I am positive he could do better than gold digging Shelly.

"Shelly bear, Think about how good you must look compared to her. You should stand next to her all night."

"I didn't think of that."

Well, that was a punch to my ego. Also, now I might be stuck beside her when all I want to do is hide. Maybe I could hide in the bathroom.

A hand appears in front of my face, holding a plate of food, and snaps me out of it. I look around, and everyone is getting served a plate of steak potatoes and a side salad. Guess if you don’t like it too bad.

I wait for others to start eating before I pick up my fork. I haven't eaten today yet, so I am

grateful.

I slowly eat my food. It's delicious. I look around the room, trying to decide my best way out. I could try to hide here until they leave, or I can sneak out early without them noticing. They might call the cops. I am 18 now, though, and they can't do anything about it. All I have on me is this dress, so I don't think they can accuse me of stealing. I need to find a homeless shelter and start there. I could get donated clothes and work on getting a job.

They probably won't give up easy trying to find me, so I should probably escape around midnight. That should give me a full hour before the dance ends, and they notice I am gone.

Music from a live band begins to play, and people start making it to the dance floor.

"Hurry Jan, come stand next to me." Shelly shrieks at me.

We walk to the edge of the dance floor, where waiters are passing out drinks and hand foods.

I accept a mini fruit tart, and it's to die for.

A young man wearing a white tux walks up to Shelly.

"Care to dance?" He asks her, reaching his hand out.

"Are you Vince?"

"No, my name is Zack. "

"Get lost, Zack." She says harshly.

He walks away, mumbling something under his breath.

I feel bad for him, but in the end, she just saved him from herself.

After that, we were passed up by a few other men, probably having witnessed her attitude.

That's when a God of a man appeared splitting the crowd. His tall body demanding space.

He has shoulder-length dirty blonde hair that is half pulled back into a hair tie. His face is so handsome with his chiseled jaw line, high cheek bones, and proud nose. Light stubble shadowed across his creamy skin.

His light blue eyes could peirce through your soul.

My eyes glance down, feasting on his strong built body that's ready to burst through his suite.

My heartbeat grows stronger as he gets closer.

Then I remembered what I looked like. I wouldn't have had a chance even when I was at my best.

He stops in front of me, and I look him directly in the eyes. In the moment, I feel something I have never felt before. Lust and desire. A s****l need that runs through my heart down to my lower core. I hold my breath scared he will run away if I moved an inch.

He takes my hand in his. His touch is gentle yet firm.

"I am Vince, may I have this dance?"

Is he talking to me? He is holding my hand.

I shake my head up and down, unable to produce words. Up and down does mean yes, right? Wait, I am saying yes? I don't know how to dance.

I look at him wide-eyed, scared out of my mind, and he gives me a devilishly handsome smile. I start to feel myself melting as he pulls me closer. Where did my bones go? I feel like putty in his hands.

"What? No! You don't want to dance with her Vince she is an ugly freak."

Shelly whines, trying to touch him, but he moves his arm away from her.

"It's Mr. Hydra to you, and I will be the one to judge who is an ugly freak."

Shelly recoiled back by this. No one ever has talked harshly to her before or stood up for me. Her lip starts to wobble, and she takes off running to her mom.

"Mommy!" She yells like a little brat.

"How about that dance?" He asks smoothly.

"I.. I honestly don't know how to." I can feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I know I must be blushing like a fool.

"What's your name?"

"Well, my parents named me Midnight, but my adoptive parents changed it to Jan. I hate the name Jan, though. I plan on changing it back as soon as I can." I cover my mouth with my free hand stunned. I have never told anyone that before. It's as if it was forced out of me.

"Midnight, what a unique, beautiful name. The perfect time of night if you ask me. It definitely suits your spirit more than Jan. Do you mind if I call you Midnight now?"

"Please do."

He starts leading me to the middle of the dance floor.

"How about you let me take the lead. I will show you how to dance."

"I would like that."