Initiation

The Enemy of your Enemy

Hello dear birds! So I've decided to keep posting, despite all this hacker business. It's my fanfiction and if anyone wants to steal it then there is nothing I can do quite frankly. The internet is a hazard when it comes to privacy. It's basically nonexistent if someone realllyyyy works hard to circumvent privacy protection. If someone decides to publish it: a. I'm flattered you think so highly of my writing to do so b. You're going to have the lawsuit from hell from Arcato Publishing so it is no longer my problem then. I hope no one lost their work or got a virus from the spam crap on that website. No one should have to stifle their creativity out of fear of some asshole behind a computer screen. Okay off my soapbox and on with the show!

*Sang*

I sat next to Victor on the bed surveying Meanie's handy work. It took him over an hour to set up my wardrobe by outfit and lay out my clothes for tomorrow. It was supposed to be a low key day until we all go to our welcome party in the evening. I'm not really sure what people do at these parties especially our hosts. Is it going to be rowdy and loud with lots of beer and dancing? I'm not sure if I'll fit in much if that's the case. Xavier mentioned that Faith was color coordinating martini glasses so there will without a doubt be drinking involved. A martini sounded more sophisticated than just chugging mountains of that dark disgusting stuff, perhaps more tasty.

"Princess, you in there?" Victor asked, tapping my forehead. I shook my head side to side to break my long train of thought and looked up to see fire eyes regarding me with interest.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the party tomorrow. I've never been to one like it. And those heels Gabriel bought I could fall and completely make a fool of myself in," I replied nervously. I felt my hands shaking and quickly stuffed them between my legs in hopes he wouldn't notice.

Victor tucked a stray hair away from my face, "Princess, even if they are hanging from the ceiling, we would never put you in a position you might feel uncomfortable," he said gently.

I knotted my fingers together and placed them in lap, "But how am I going to mesh with these people if I don't do what they're doing?" I answered softly.

He opened his arms up so I could wrap my arms around his slim torso, "Just because we're trying to gain their trust doesn't mean we have to compromise our morals. I have to go to those parties for my parents and there are plenty of people in that room who would like nothing more than for me to conform to their standards, but I choose not to. I play a part for my parents' sake, but by no means do I behave any differently than I would with our family."

He placed a light kiss on my forehead and backed away to find some pajamas. I figured I should do the same and rummaged about in my drawer until I found black and pink plaid bottoms and a black cami with a shelf bra. I padded into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes then shimmied into my pajamas. I struggled to adjust my breasts in the cami so my cleavage wasn't so visible. It might be time for another fitting. I think all this extra eating might have effected more than my bottom. I didn't mind the extra few pounds, quite the contrary actually, I felt more womanly with a little more curves to my small frame. The boys seemed to like it. Well that's more an understatement than anything.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face with the cleanser Gabriel gave me and twisted my hair up in a bun on top of my head. I wiped my hands on a hand towel and exited the bathroom. Victor was on the phone with who I could only presume was one of his parents from his less than pleasant demeanor. I took time to admire how the light gray pajama bottoms hung off his hips showcasing the sculpted Adonis belt all the boys sported. I was surprised to find him shirtless, a rarity for Victor unless we were splashing around in the pool, and grinned. I think he was slightly self-conscious giving how most of the guys were very muscular and defined. I appreciated his flat stomach and toned arms in contrast to the powerhouses Nathan, North and Silas were. He had definition without a shadow of a doubt, but just different...