I clench and un-clench my hands as I take a quick second to compose myself before walking into the foyer of the hotel. The soft gleam of chandelier lights are somewhat calming and I take a deep breath as I brace myself for the oncoming attendant who approaches me. I smile a little, feeling nauseous and all of a sudden too warm.
"May I take your coat please, " he asks. I nod and quickly shrug it off.
Still near the open doors of the Grand Plaza Hotel, the cold wind makes my bare arms prick with goosebumps. I resist the urge to hug myself but knowing the etiquette and manner I am expected to show in a high society like this, I hold back. Smoothing out my dress, I make my way forward into the crowds and go up to the desk to sign off my name from the guest list. I glance at the sheets and notice the names of some very impressive people. I look around in hope of a familiar face but I'm met with none. There's a soft hum of piano music with a mix of the hushed buzz of chatter. I walk over the side and admire the stunning decorations that adorn the hotel lobby. A waiter passes by offering champagne and I silently refuse. It was too soon to be drinking already, but I continue to do so anyway, when an assistant comes around and ushers us all to take our seats as the auction was about to start. I collect my paddle and find my seat. The lights dim and center on the stage. The hostess introduces herself but I hardly pay attention as my mind wonders. They begin to roll out the first item: a set of 19th century fine china. A number of paddles go up simultaneously; it didn't matter if you wanted the item or not; all the proceeds were going to charity. A few items roll through, yet nothing sparks much interest, as I continue to allow the wonders of my mind take me elsewhere, when I feel my head spin as I slowly but surely begin to feel the medicine begin to wear off. A slither of panic enthralls me and as my stomach fills with anxiety. The room is suddenly suffocating and the lights too intense but I cant leave, not yet, not now, I cannot. Sitting next to a pillar with the seat beside me empty, someone comes and sits down. My leg bounces up and down as the person newly seated besides me gives me a weird glance, which only further intensifies my worries. I need to get out of here as soon as possible, so I raise my paddle at the next item- a set of antique, French country dining. The person next to me raises their hand quickly as well at the raise of my own hand. I really didn't have the energy to stay here all night but I also didn't wanna want to know what would happen if I didn't carry on bidding, so I remain in my position, drawing my hand up, raising my paddle, increasing my price by an extra cent if need be, for every time the man next to me did so too. This continued back and forth, a game of who could give the highest bid, until he pulled out the showstopper, something I for one could never beat, so I kept my paddle down as the auctioneer banged his gavel, before yelling aloud that the item was sold. My head was still pounding, the headache creeping on, worsening as the stay at the auction lengthened, my body being overwhelmed with this sudden feeling of warmth I knew all too well. I couldn't stand being here a second more, so I quickly stood up; the blood rushing to my head as the room spun around me, unsteadiness apparent in my actions . By some invisible force, I'm thrust back into my seat with a violent thud. Still in shock, I look around, thankful that no one had noticed apart from the mysterious bad boy vampire hybrid alpha man next to me.
"Are you alright my darling queen?" he roars politely. What a true gentleman.
"I just need a minute, excuse me please," I murmur back as I stand up more slowly now, taking caution. I walk through the aisle and hurry to the cloakroom. The lights glare into my eyes as I frantically search for my coat.
"Ma'am you cant be back here," someone calls. Whatever, I think as I rush past.
The cold air hits me like a brick and my nerves begin to calm down.
"Hey! You left your purse!"
I turn around and see the man from before standing on the steps of the hotel entrance. I hug myself as the harsh winter wind seeps through my thin coat and into my bones, drawing a shuddered breath from me. He approaches me slowly and steps under the amber glow of the streetlight and just like that I feel a wave of deja-vu wash over me like a bucket of icy water. Those eyes, that mouth, he seemed so familiar, yet so foreign. His hazel eyes, with speckles of green coating it, squint, staring at me intently, as if he felt the same. Then suddenly his eyes darken as he grabs my shoulders and pushes me hard against the lamppost.
"What are yo-," I'm cut off as he sneers my name:
"Sofia Lopez,to see you here in all places. Trying to redeem yourself in the eyes of society, are we? I swore I'd kill you with my bare hands if I ever saw you again." He laughs and I'm frozen in place, I couldn't remember who he was, why he hated me, what had led up to this moment even occurring. I had no idea. At that moment, I felt my whole body tense at his touch and the thought of what he would do to me gave me enough strength to push him away but he quickly stops me; forcing my arms down by my side.
"Don't make this any more worse for yourself, " he whispers harshly, yet somehow I sense a slither of remorse underlying in his tone.
"Please, how do you know me?" I ask in despair, as if I couldn't in fact make the situation worse. His grasp on my arms intensifies with fury at the question I implored him with.
"Of course," he rolls his eyes, "of course you would pretend to act clueless, after all these years what did I expect."
"I don't know who you are, or what I've done to hurt you; please just let me go." I say in desperation, as my hope begins to fade away along with the gleaming light of the moon, hiding away behind the curtains of clouds, leaving me with nothing but the timid light of the streetlamps keeping me company. so romantic
Within a matter of seconds, his grip loosens and he lets go. Stunned by shock, considering just moments earlier I was unsure as to whether or not I would make it out of here well, I didn't know what to say. He hands me my purse, which had been discarded on the pavement, pushing it into my arms with a rough shove.
"Stay the fuck away," he breathes out in a serious manner, eyes boring holes into my own. wow rude language this is not family friendly
I can only nod in response as I look down at the ground, a chill inducing fear brought over me at his threat. He steps back and sighs, drawing a hand over his face before stuffing them in his pockets. I get a second to take one last glance at his face and I cannot for the life of me recollect who he is. Before anything else was to occur, I take my chances and rapidly walk away, wandering into the dead of the night in hopes that Ill find a taxi on another street.
btw dearest gentle reader, we role played this scene out lol
yours sincerely, your beloved authors.
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7th Heaven
Werewolf1 boy. 1 girl. 2 families. Having been close since they were young, the two, who were destined to fall in love have only fallen apart. Until a chance rises, and gives them the chance to reconcile (love thy neighbour), put aside their problems, and...
