Past Lands
I find a tailor store on the other side, ball dresses lined down the dark oak walls, less elegant dresses folded on glass shelves.
"The Ring still can't seem to decide if they want modern or Old England." Donovan says as he looks around. I shrug, I've always secretly liked the way the supernatural world lived. To go to a million balls and parties, always dressing like a princess. To bear your fangs or conjure up something to be completely normal. And every sense is heightened, this place was sensual because of the heightened emotions and feelings, impulsive feelings turning into impulsive actions. These people stayed half in this era for a reason, that reason being mostly out of the fun of it all. We did originate in England, so this is sort of a remembrance.
"You guys going to change? We do have things to do." Elizabeth says walking past us after talking to the young lady at the counter. I mock her silently as I walk towards the dress section making Donovan laugh as he goes towards the mens area. While looking through the dresses I feel the presence of Nickolas behind me.
Rolling my eyes, I ask, "Is there something you need Blackwell?"
"Make sure you have a fancy dress too, we get to go meet a werewolf who was a friend of your father's. He's throwing a special little ball tonight, and he wouldn't deny his friend's daughter, now would he?" Nickolas replies.
"That's great, I'll be sure to have a dress." I reply dryly. His finger drags my loose strap back onto my shoulder as he says,
"Try to look a little more classy than a level nine hooker."
I turn my head to the side looking at him with a fanged smile, "Ah, you love it."
"You wish, Brookes." his voice sarcastic but amused as he walks off towards the men's area. I feel a small smirk on my lips as I pick out a light violet silver tainted dress from the shelves, its pearly white ruffles accenting the low cut in the most innocent fashion. Grabbing a pair of boots and white gloves along with a set of day dresses, I go to get ready.
I shut the door behind me and then take off my modern day clothes. Looking at them in their pile on the floor I had to agree it was a little level nine hooker style. I shrug and then put on my dress realizing I wasn't doing this by myself. Hearing a knock on the door I ask,
"Who is it?"
"Elizabeth." her voice comes through the door. I look up at the ceiling asking God why it couldn't have been Donovan.
"Just in time, I need some help." I decide as she comes in closing the door behind her. She holds up a fashionable veiled hat that matches my dress.
"Thought you might need this. You know so The Ring doesn't come and take your head." she says and then asks, "What'd you need?"
I turn my back of loose silk strings to her, "I have a small issue."
She starts yanking them tight and tying them as silence takes its time.
"Why are you like this?" she asks as she ties.
"Define 'this'." I reply as I look at us in the mirror.
"So inhumane. So uncaring." she clarifies.
"If I care I get hurt, Elizabeth, you, my innocent little captor might not realize that yet, but it's true, if you care you get hurt. Me killing like I have been is more of a favor then something done immoral." I reply sharply as she finishes. I flip my hair over my shoulder, take the hat, and walk out knowing that the last half of my explanation was nothing but lies to cover up how I really felt about it.