Shakespearean Story

Chapter 2

   (Here's chapter 2 guys! I hope you guys will enjoy this)!

   We arrived at the ball. Georges shot me a glare instantly. I sighed, putting on my red and black mask. It matched perfectly with my red and black dress. We walked in and people automatically recognized Georges. Nobody said a thing to me. I just stood there, insanely bored.

Charlotte's Dress

Charlotte's Mask

   "Can I trust to leave you on your own?" Georges whispered. I rolled my eyes. "I am not a child in need of assistance. I'll be fine." I answered, sarcastically. Not another word was spoken as Georges walked away. Finally, alone time away from him.

   I knew nobody was going to talk to me so I just stood there, insanely bored. A party isn't necessarily fun when you don't know anyone here. As I stared off into the distance, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked at who could possibly be staring at me. There was a figure that I could tell was a man. I couldn't see what else he looked like. He had a mask on. I could just see that he had pale white skin and blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. Why was he staring at me?

   Lestat's POV:

   The girl I had been staring at for the past few minutes was absolutely beautiful. She had a mask on, which covered half of her face. I could still tell she was beautiful. I came here tonight to feed on the blood of people. But as I stared at this girl, I knew I wouldn't be eating much tonight.

   I walked over to her. She looked at me and smiled a bit. "Bonjour monsieur." The girl said, giving me a curtsy. I smirked. Even her voice was beautiful. Her accent was a beautiful mixture between British and French. "Good evening, mademoiselle. I was just standing here and noticed that you were alone. I wanted to accompany you." I explained.

   She looked nervous. She kept looking around at her surroundings and kept playing with her hands. "Uh. Yes, certainly. My name is Charlotte de Alexandre." She introduced herself, holding out her hand. "Lestat de Lioncourt." I responded, kissing her hand.

   She smiled, brighter than earlier. "Pleasure to meet you, monsieur." She replied. As I looked at her more, I could see she had beautiful blue eyes. They showed signs of unhappiness and nervousness. What could possibly be causing her to feel that way?

   "My mon chérie, what a beautiful accent you have! Where are you from?" I asked. She smiled as red decorated her cheeks. "Thank you. I was born in London but I moved here to Paris when I was 8." She answered. "Ah. So that's why your voice is beautiful." I said, to which she blushed again.

   We were silent for a moment before music began to play. People were beginning to pile on the dance floor. "Care to join me?" I asked, holding my hand out. Charlotte gazed around nervously for a moment before taking it.

(This is the song they're dancing to. Very fitting honestly 😂)

   Charlotte's POV:

   I was nervous being seen with Lestat. I didn't want Georges to be mad at me, but mostly mad at Lestat. I didn't want Lestat to be hurt because of me. He doesn't know about Georges and that's my own fault.

   Those thoughts left my mind however as we waltzed together. His blue eyes were so gorgeous and comforting. I felt safe. I've never felt that way before. Only with my parents when I was young. I felt all my problems leave me as this mysterious man and I danced. Is this how Juliet felt like when she met Romeo?

   The music eventually finished and we left the floor. I felt happy, for the first time in two years. Insane how a stranger makes me feel that way instead of my own fiance. "Do you mind if we step outside?" I asked. It was a beautiful night. Some couples were heading outside to just walk and enjoy the weather.

   As we were beginning to leave, I looked around and glanced at Georges. He was with another girl. He was sitting on a couch and kissing her arm and neck. Something he's never done to me. Tears filled my eyes. I hated Georges, but I still felt betrayed. He is going to be my husband next month and he does this?

   Lestat looked over at Georges' direction and looked back at me. I quickly walked outside as he followed behind. "Who was that?" Lestat asked. "My fiance. We were betrothed two years ago by my parents. They wanted what was best for me, but this isn't best for me. I'm in misery every single day, being bound to a man who I don't love and who doesn't love me! I don't love him but I still feel betrayed! We're supposed to be married next month." I explained through tears.

   Lestat listened as I explained. It felt great, getting that off my shoulders. I took my mask off to wipe away my tears. Lestat took off his. Now I could see his face. I looked at him in shock. He was so handsome. We stared at each other for a moment before I heard a yell.

   "Charlotte! What the hell are you doing?!"

   "Shit! It's my fiance. You need to leave!" I yelled. "No. I refuse." Lestat replied. We were further away from the house so nobody was around us. Georges grabbed at my arm, harshly.

   "What did I tell you huh?! What did I say before coming here?!" He shouted. Tears formed in my eyes again. "What did I say?!" He screamed. "Don't talk to men!" I cried. "That's right! And you disobeyed me! That shows your lack of respect for me!" Georges screamed. I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my cheek. I widened my eyes. He's never been physically abusive towards me.

   I gazed at Lestat, who looked extremely pissed. "You were the one that was with another girl! You were cheating on me!" I screamed. "So were you!" He responded. "I wasn't kissing him! Instead, I met a man that is better than you will ever be!" I shouted. "You fucking bitch!" Georges screamed, holding his hand up. I covered my face, waiting for the blow. It never came.

   I uncovered my face, confused. I widened my eyes, seeing Lestat on top of him, biting his neck. He looked up at me, his mouth covered in blood. I stepped back a bit, shocked. While I was grateful that Georges was dead, I still felt a bit of fear.

   "Don't be afraid, chérie. Just close your eyes." Lestat whispered. I obeyed, kind of scared of what he would do. After killing Georges after slapping me, would he kill me too?

   My thoughts dissipated into thin air after feeling a sharp pain in my neck. I fell to the ground, feeling weak and unwell. My eyesight, which was blurry before, turned dark and I slipped into unconsciousness.

   (There we go! Lestat has arrived! I hope you guys enjoyed this! Stay tuned for more)!