The Dance chapter 7All Khat could do was keep his arms secured around the girl's small frame. She was shaking so badly he thought she would go into convulsions.
"Calm down " he cooed to her. "It's going to be okay."
She sniffled at those words. "How can you say that so easily? How can you be so sure of it ?"
He tightened his grip ever so slightly, trying not to scare her any more than she already was. He couldn't answer her. He didn't know how and he feared giving her the wrong answer. As he racked his brain for a way to answer her uncertainty, he was startled when her hands slid from his chest to his back. Her hands still trembled, but they clung to his jacket for dear life.
" Faolan ?" he asked her, confused by her movements.
She tightened her grip on his jacket, and pulled herself to him tighter than his own arms held her. " please " she finally mumbled into his chest. "Please, Gabriel Stay with me."
" What ?" was all he could manage.
She looked up at
The Dance chapter 6He liked the feel of her in his arms; even more so now because she had finally come to relax in them. She did not tremble. She did not feel as stiff as a statue. She did not hold her breath. She was soft and small in his possession, but it did not last long. Her tension returned, but only slightly; and the trembling that was so evident before was shadowing its presence again.
" Gabriel?" she spoke with uncertainty.
"Yes, ma petite Cherie?" he hummed, attempting to ease her fear.
Her response caught him off guard. "For what? You did nothing wrong."
"But I almost did " she mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear.
"What do you mean?"
She was silent for a moment as she gripped his suit-jacket tightly. "I'm a monster." she finally answered.
At this he couldn't help but chuckle. "No, you're not."
"But, I am "
"Ma petite Cherie, you are most definitely not a monster."
She looked up at him. "Yes, I am. I'm horrible!"
He chuckled again at her insistence. "I assure
The Dance chapter 5He held her wrist firmly but delicate, as if it were something fragile. She was upset and it bothered him. He wanted to know what was going on, but if he pressed it he knows it would just frighten her more.
" go " came her low mumble.
"Let me go " she repeated louder so here could hear.
He couldn't help himself and asked "Why should I?"
"Please, Gabriel Let go " she asked again, giving a light tug on her wrist.
He just stared at her as she refused to look back at him. He didn't want to force anything out of her due to her fear of men, but his patience with that was wearing thin. A soft night wind blew and that's when he saw a motion that pained him. A pair of water droplets was knocked from the girl's chin by the breeze.
"Tch!" He clenched his jaw as his chest throbbed at the sight.
She gasped loudly as she was yanked back into his chest. Before she had a chance to pull her face from his shirt, he ensnared her there. At the feel of the man's arms she fro
The Dance chapter 4
Dante stared into the eyes of the vampire as he guided her out onto the dance floor. There were other couples and partners floating about the floor, but the two took no notice of any of them. To them, they felt as though they were the only two.
Lestat walked her out to the middle, and then gave a gentle bow. She curtsied in response. He held out his hand once again as the band began to play a waltz that relied mainly on the violin and piano. The other instruments were played so low that they were practically obsolete. Her hand found his as he stepped up to her. His other arm wrapped around her waist while she rested her arm atop his. Lestat smiled down at her, and Dante returned the smile up at him.
They began their waltz.
ONE, two, three. ONE, two, three. They spun around the floor so elegantly it was almost unreal. Dante's few years on earth as a normal human being sprung back to life in her as she was guided around the floor by Lestat. She was so comfortable within the vampire's arm
The Dance chapter 3Faolan's entire body was rigid as the new vampire took her hand delicately and brought it to his lips. The contact of his cold skin on the back of her hand made her shiver. This was the other thing that she was terrified of vampires. Lestat smiled at the girl.
"It is an honor to meet you, mademoiselle. I've heard much about you from Evander."
Faolan's face turned a light red as the man spoke to her, her hand still delicately grasped in his.
He had wavy blonde hair to his shoulders, and eyes that appeared grey but reflected the colors blue and purple rather easily so they seemed to be constantly changing. His suit came off as black, but like his eyes the light spots of the suit reflected violet. The style of the suit he wore was that of the early 1700's, but it fit him well.
Khat noticed the small girl beginning to tremble as the vampire held onto her hand, and he suppressed an irritated grumble from his chest. Dante was the only one who heard his annoyance, but she
The Dance chapter 2The two piles of cloth moved until they managed to sit up. Khat's eyes focused in surprise at the keeper of the red dress. The girl's raven black hair was pulled back into an elaborate bun with a braid trailing from one side of her head around to the other and circled the base of the collected hair. A thin layer of hair hung freely in the back, and she flipped it back behind her shoulder as she sat up with Dante. A rose was placed at the side of the bun to match the deep red of her dress. Her eyes were unique as the light brown irises were outline with such a light shade of blue it was almost unreal.
"Dante, you made it!" she smiled blissfully.
"Yes, I made it." Dante returned the smile. "But you didn't have to tackle me to the ground, Faolan." She teased.
"I'm sorry, but I was just so happy to see you. Thanks to you and your friend I am able to live a normal life now."
The girl laughed as she stood up, helping Dante up as well. Faolan's dress was pure red and the shadows turned black.
The Dance part 1Spring time in Paris is a sight best described by those who have experienced it for themselves. A time when the flowers are freshly in full bloom, and the light of a full moon is enough to make anyone drunk in its beauty. On such a night as this two worlds come together in an extravagant summit. A time to reflect on the year past as well as a time to dance and mingle with an invite-only ball.
A stretch limo pulled up in front of an over-elaborate estate, and the door was opened. From the limo emerged a man whose looks betrayed his time, and a young girl of only fifteen or sixteen summers. Both were infamous throughout the secret world hidden under the veil of night, just as their appearance deceived their wisdom of actions to gain that reputation.
The man's hair was slicked back and his silver strands shimmered in the dull light emitting from the large windows of the mansion. His suit consisted of a black shirt with a red ties tucked underneath a white jacket over black dress pants and