SHADED HEARTS ~ K.M

12 ~ dangerous liasons

I watched as the cup floated adrift in the air. Focusing hard so that it doesn't loose to gravity.

Practicing my magic has created a sense of peace that I've been longing for days.

The topic of me being a were-witch is to be determined. Controlling magic is already hard enough now I got claws to.

Well not yet.

The bell of the front door rings, and the cup drops.

"Ugh fuck, Bon-." I forgot she's sleeping. Standing with a groan, I opened the door.

I look around and there's no one insite except for a fancy tied up box with a bow on top.

"I know this girl did not order stuff with out telling me." I murmured to myself.

Picking up the box, I turned back inside.

Examining it closely there was an envelope attached to it with my name written on it.

Opening the the letter, it was an invitation to the Mikaelson family ball.

Right under neath the invitation we're separated hand written words.

"Save me a dance. Fondly, Klaus"

Inside the box itself revealed to be a gorgeous dark crimson dress.

"Be fucking for real." I stared in disbelief at the dress putting the top back on.

"You should go." Bonnie makes her presence know walking up to me.

"I don't want to."

"Yes you do."

"I don't. I have no business being there especially not without you."

"That's all the more reason why you should go. You've been dealing with a lot lately. You need something else. Plus you've always wanted to go to a ball so go Sarai." Bonnie asserts.

"You know a little to much, back up." I jesters in a playful manor.

She rolled her eyes at me turning away.

"Go to the ball Sarai. I'm going back to sleep, wake me up if you want an aneurysm." Bonnie declared as she waltz back to her room.

"Got it." I grimaced I'd rather not be hit with one of those.

I gazed back at the box in thought.

Why would he get me a dress, is he trying to show me how broke I am?

                                         ~*~

I wasn't sure if I wanted to were the dress Klaus gave me but after an hour of searching I realized that I didn't have anything that screamed "Mikaelson Ball".

So here I am, It's dark out and I'm the only standing out here. Im probably late.

It's really giving Cinderella.

This place is breathtaking. Maybe because I've never seen a person's home this big in real life. It's fucking amazing.

I couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. There's definitely a bunch of rich folks in there.

I'm not one of them.

Taking a deep breath I waltz through the doors mustering as much confidence as I could.

Immediately their eyes were lingering. The faces shared similar expressions.

People stared at me as if they've never seen a black person before but I won't lie this was probably meant to be an all white party with the amount of Caucasians that are in here.