The girls were twirling, their skirts flaring out like teacups. And as I watched from my precarious position above, I saw the one I wanted. She was brunette with locks of curls spiraling from her shoulders. Currently, however, they were bouncing about in utter mayhem from her spinning.
And then the fine gentlemen entered, taking a lady on each arm. And I watched as one seized my beauty and began the dance of love. I still watched from above, on the outside looking in.
The music picked up; the astounding dance increased in speed. And she was spinning like a dreidel with him keeping her balanced in the war of gravity. I found a growl entering my throat. How easy it would be to rip him to pieces. However, tonight I had bigger plans. I stole away into the upper chambers, flitting up the stairs like a thought. The King’s chambers were locked, but I slid through the door like the wind.
When I had secured the item, I jumped from the staircase, landing stealthily in the outskirts of the dance floor. A maiden glanced at me, startled. I just revealed my erect fangs in a grin that had her hurrying away, gossiping to her neighbor madly. I smirked, swinging from shadow to shadow. I was the rustle of a skirt, a tap of a shoe, the whisper of a man in lady’s ear. Of course SHE spotted me, though.
Excusing herself politely to the foul beast she was with, she daintily waded through the petticoats and pocket watches toward the back door. As I was slipping behind a statue, she met my eyes. I grimaced and broke into a slick dash.
I was hardly amazed when she hitched up her skirt and ensued. The few civilians surrounding her, however, were mortified at such behavior in a young lady. I had just jumped through the window when she caught my ankle. I fell--no collapsed--against the wall outside the opening to freedom. She stuck her head out, glaring down at me. I smirked up at her, cocky as always.
“Nice boy toy,” I hissed my voice only audible to her.
“Well, I invited you, you know,” she said, her formal accent ringing in my ears like the shattering of glass. However to me, the sound wasn’t at all unpleasant...
“That would be a laugh,” I said roughly, standing and straightening my shirt. She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Thieving again?” she scowled, crossing her arms.
“Every demon has to make a living somehow,” I murmured, smirking and avoiding her eyes. If my tongue had been thin enough, it would have flicked out like a snake’s.
Suddenly, she looked sad. No, I wasn’t dealing with this. Not when the moon was so full, her dress hugging her so tightly, and her beauty so exposed. I bowed, taking a step back as I did so. “Good night, my lady,” I whispered. And, I was gone. She looked out the window, studying the shadows for me. Finding I was no where, she sighed.
“Good night, my demonic prince,” she whispered, closing the pleated glass window and muffling the sound of merriment that had been previously leaking through. I sighed from the rooftop, easily sliding down four stories to the ground.
Inside, she had resumed her place on the arm of the earlier gentleman. He was some sort of royalty, I was sure. Here I was, on the outside looking in. It would always be so. She had entered a fuller life this time.
With brisk ease I mounted the garden wall and began jumping from rooftop to rooftop, making my way back to the dead drop to deliver the “item”. I eventually reached a basket, ‘caught in the rafters of an abandoned house. This job would pay for me to live on for a good three months.
I reached into the hidden pocket, the one know one could know about, and expected to pull out a diamond encased necklace. It was the Queen’s favorite. Of course, because I am a Spawn of Hell, God had forsaken me yet again. The pocket was empty. Of course SHE knew about the pocket. She knew ever bloody detail about me! I snarled, turning on my heel.
There would be no use going back. By now she was probably leading the man off alone, sinking her teeth into his flesh, and sucking away his energy. And all the while, the necklace, my financial support, would be glistening from her beautiful little neck. Afterwards, she’d be gone. She’d slip away like water in a child’s hand. I hoped someone would catch her and mistaken her for a vampire. Oh, did she hate that...