Status: Completed. Decided not to do a sequel.
Children Of The Damned
Chapter 3
Eliana
It took over an hour to finally finish my hair. Several pins held it up in elaborate curls. A few loose spirals of hair came down to brush my neck and shoulders.
My mask was delicate and covered in iridescent black feathers. My black dress came down just past my knees, falling in soft folds. My eyes were dusted a pale gold to match the intricate embroidery on the bodice of the dress, and I had outlined them with black kohl. I wore gold flats. My lips looked pouty and full in my crimson lipstick.
When Matt picked me up from my house, he looked like my exact opposite, garbed in a white tux with a gold tie. His mask was covered in white feathers. He was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel.
“You look great,” he said nervously, smiling down at me.
“Thank you.”
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, excitement rushing through me.
Then we stepped out into the cool evening air.
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When we arrived, the gym was already full of students, a mess of dancing bodies and faces hidden behind festive visages.
Matt and I danced for a few songs, but it felt awkward and forced. I was relieved when he asked me if it was okay for him to go hang out with Stefan and Tyler.
When I turned back toward the dance floor, I froze.
A man stood at the edge of the dance floor, staring at me. He looked sleek and dangerous in an expensive looking black tux. Everything about him was black, from his polished dress shoes to his tie and his plain black mask. And his dark eyes pierced mine as he walked toward me.
Damon
She was a gorgeous creature, her golden curls arranged in perfect chaos, some of it brushing her pale, bare shoulders as her head swiveled around and she noted my presence.
Her red lips parted slightly as I approached. I nearly laughed. I was already having an affect on her, and she hadn’t even recognized me yet. The black feathers that made up her mask framed her large blue eyes perfectly. They opened wide as I got close enough for her to recognize my face.
“Damon.”
I ignored the shiver the sound of her voice saying my name elicited in me. Instead, I concentrated on the task at hand.
“Eliana. You look…enchanting.” That statement was more true than I would have liked it to be. She stood in front if me, this exquisite creature, and I somehow found myself out of sarcastic and witty things to say.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked instead, offering her my hand as I bowed like the gentleman my father had raised me to be so many years ago. Of course, that hadn’t lasted long, but I could still keep up pretenses if need be.
The school had hired a string quartet, and my timing had been perfect. They started playing as soon as we walked out onto the dance floor.
Mystic Falls was cultured and steeped with a rich history. The school was funded by the founding families, all old money. And the cultured citizens of Mystic Falls all knew how to ballroom dance. So, as if directed by some sort of internal cue bred into all of them, everyone took the formation of this particular waltz.
We began separated, our hands raised, almost touching, but not. I stared at her, directly into those deep blue eyes. And unlike most girls would have, she held her own, staring back with equal intensity.
When we finally met, she took a ragged breath, giving away the fact that she had forgotten to breathe. I smiled. Her hands trembled on my shoulder and in my own hand, while mine were placed surely in their correct spots, her hand in mine and my other on her back. I moved like water, and some small part of her must have known this was not natural even for the most skilled dancer.
When the dance was over, I let go, and she nearly stumbled. I smirked as I bowed to her and left before she could recover herself.
It took over an hour to finally finish my hair. Several pins held it up in elaborate curls. A few loose spirals of hair came down to brush my neck and shoulders.
My mask was delicate and covered in iridescent black feathers. My black dress came down just past my knees, falling in soft folds. My eyes were dusted a pale gold to match the intricate embroidery on the bodice of the dress, and I had outlined them with black kohl. I wore gold flats. My lips looked pouty and full in my crimson lipstick.
When Matt picked me up from my house, he looked like my exact opposite, garbed in a white tux with a gold tie. His mask was covered in white feathers. He was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel.
“You look great,” he said nervously, smiling down at me.
“Thank you.”
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, excitement rushing through me.
Then we stepped out into the cool evening air.
_____________________________________________________
When we arrived, the gym was already full of students, a mess of dancing bodies and faces hidden behind festive visages.
Matt and I danced for a few songs, but it felt awkward and forced. I was relieved when he asked me if it was okay for him to go hang out with Stefan and Tyler.
When I turned back toward the dance floor, I froze.
A man stood at the edge of the dance floor, staring at me. He looked sleek and dangerous in an expensive looking black tux. Everything about him was black, from his polished dress shoes to his tie and his plain black mask. And his dark eyes pierced mine as he walked toward me.
Damon
She was a gorgeous creature, her golden curls arranged in perfect chaos, some of it brushing her pale, bare shoulders as her head swiveled around and she noted my presence.
Her red lips parted slightly as I approached. I nearly laughed. I was already having an affect on her, and she hadn’t even recognized me yet. The black feathers that made up her mask framed her large blue eyes perfectly. They opened wide as I got close enough for her to recognize my face.
“Damon.”
I ignored the shiver the sound of her voice saying my name elicited in me. Instead, I concentrated on the task at hand.
“Eliana. You look…enchanting.” That statement was more true than I would have liked it to be. She stood in front if me, this exquisite creature, and I somehow found myself out of sarcastic and witty things to say.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked instead, offering her my hand as I bowed like the gentleman my father had raised me to be so many years ago. Of course, that hadn’t lasted long, but I could still keep up pretenses if need be.
The school had hired a string quartet, and my timing had been perfect. They started playing as soon as we walked out onto the dance floor.
Mystic Falls was cultured and steeped with a rich history. The school was funded by the founding families, all old money. And the cultured citizens of Mystic Falls all knew how to ballroom dance. So, as if directed by some sort of internal cue bred into all of them, everyone took the formation of this particular waltz.
We began separated, our hands raised, almost touching, but not. I stared at her, directly into those deep blue eyes. And unlike most girls would have, she held her own, staring back with equal intensity.
When we finally met, she took a ragged breath, giving away the fact that she had forgotten to breathe. I smiled. Her hands trembled on my shoulder and in my own hand, while mine were placed surely in their correct spots, her hand in mine and my other on her back. I moved like water, and some small part of her must have known this was not natural even for the most skilled dancer.
When the dance was over, I let go, and she nearly stumbled. I smirked as I bowed to her and left before she could recover herself.
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So, of course, Damon is being his hot, mischievious self.I just ordered Stefan's Diaries on Amazon. It's the book that goes along with the television story of how Stefan and Damon become vampires in the Civil War. That is the plot I am going to work with as well. The mid 1800s seems a little more tangible to me as opposed to the Italian Renaissance.
And for this chapter the song is: We Radiate- Goldfrapp
p.s. I am probably going to incorporate a lot of the songs from the television soundtrack. "We Radiate" is just one of them that I imagined would be playing during the Masquerade Dance. And it very much matches Eliana's feelings at the dance.
p.p.s. In case anyone was wondering, I totally did not mean for my main character's name to sound like Elena's name at all. It was a total coincidence. I actually just realized the possible correlations people could make to that name a couple of days ago. And I plan to call her by her nickname, Ana, for most of the story as well, just to avoid any possible confusion.