I’ve been labeled a lot in my life. I’ve been called hippy, feminist, bitch, mainstreamer, among many others. But you know what, I don’t give two shits what others think of me. After so many years as a human trying to please others and being unhappy, I am through with trying to keep up appearances. Well, I have been pretty much through for a couple hundred years now. Hence the names. There is some of the proper debutant that hasn’t quite left me, but that is about all of that life that I still carry…more out of habit than anything. Chris was the first one I ever felt shameless for breaking the rules with. The moment I first saw her…
Furious with my father, I stomped from my rooms to find him. He would most likely at that damned party he was throwing. He was always throwing one party or another, or attending one if funds were low. I despised them, but always put on a good show. If I hadn’t, father would have would take more of my books away. He knew those were the only things I cared about.
Rushing into the ballroom, my eyes scanned the room for him. Seeing all these people acting so fake made me sick. The moment my eyes met hers, the rest of the room ceased to exist and time stopped. She wasn’t acting regal and fancy, but she had this confidence that was addictive. The dark-haired woman righted herself from her position and fussed over her appearance for a moment. The briefest of moments. Then she looked up and smiled, showing the tip of a fang. I sucked in a breath, surprised that one of the fabled vampires would join such a prestigious group of artificial people. After the moment of surprise faded, pure excitement took over. I couldn’t stop thinking of the most erotic of activities. Seeing that I was a virgin who knew nothing of carnal pleasures, this excited me even more so.
After a night of frolicking in the gardens, chasing one another and losing ourselves in kisses that I never wanted to end, we sadly had to part. I still had yet to find my father…and the sun was soon to rise. She knew my name as we parted, but I had yet to learn hers. I had a feeling this woman, this vampire, would become a very important part of my life. I just wasn’t sure how as of yet.
My father had punished me after the rumor mills caught up to his ear. He locked me away in my room for weeks with naught but food and my needlepoint. I knew she’d be looking for me.
I would have taken punishment over and again for her back then. But now…I’m not so sure she deserves it.
Furious with my father, I stomped from my rooms to find him. He would most likely at that damned party he was throwing. He was always throwing one party or another, or attending one if funds were low. I despised them, but always put on a good show. If I hadn’t, father would have would take more of my books away. He knew those were the only things I cared about.
Rushing into the ballroom, my eyes scanned the room for him. Seeing all these people acting so fake made me sick. The moment my eyes met hers, the rest of the room ceased to exist and time stopped. She wasn’t acting regal and fancy, but she had this confidence that was addictive. The dark-haired woman righted herself from her position and fussed over her appearance for a moment. The briefest of moments. Then she looked up and smiled, showing the tip of a fang. I sucked in a breath, surprised that one of the fabled vampires would join such a prestigious group of artificial people. After the moment of surprise faded, pure excitement took over. I couldn’t stop thinking of the most erotic of activities. Seeing that I was a virgin who knew nothing of carnal pleasures, this excited me even more so.
After a night of frolicking in the gardens, chasing one another and losing ourselves in kisses that I never wanted to end, we sadly had to part. I still had yet to find my father…and the sun was soon to rise. She knew my name as we parted, but I had yet to learn hers. I had a feeling this woman, this vampire, would become a very important part of my life. I just wasn’t sure how as of yet.
My father had punished me after the rumor mills caught up to his ear. He locked me away in my room for weeks with naught but food and my needlepoint. I knew she’d be looking for me.
I would have taken punishment over and again for her back then. But now…I’m not so sure she deserves it.