Reality Meets Fantasy

Damn it, Tyrone

Chapter nine:

I just turned eighteen. Eighteen! Yes! Even though I always had an image of me partying away crazily with Kate and all my friends at a wild place, what I really got was a debutante ball. It was fun, I guess. It was elegant and classy but still… I really wanted a birthday bash. Once in a life time right? I wanted a ‘Project X’ or ‘Hangover’ party. Movies like those made everything better than real life, I thought sadly. I wanted to experience it.

 But let me tell you this, there was a lot of blood at the debutante ball. I would nod my head and give you my serious face, but I’m still a little tipsy. I drank lots of goblets filled with blood. I’m pretty sure someone spiked it with alcohol. I’m sniggering at the thought.

My mother and father made sure that I was still stable enough to walk and socialise because it’ll look bad if a drunk royal started partying away and puked all over the place. Especially if they’re the one to take the throne. Even if it’s their ‘supposed eighteenth birthday.’ But, I’m just being spoilt. Hell, ever since I came here, I’ve felt like a spoilt brat. Thank God the princess lessons had finally ended. The reign of terror had finished.

My dad confided in me that usually four months before becoming a vampire; a person would become very moody and wild. He had to tell me now. I am currently shaking my head at this. Not good enough, dad.

“If we told you, you could have used it against us as excuses,” My dad had said. But he was right. I would have used it to get out of Sir Potamus’ lessons.

The ballroom was really big. It was so bright as well. I bet they scrubbed a lot of chemical products on the ground, because the tiles were really shiny. The candles were beautiful. I remembered twirling around in a beautiful white dress that had flowers attached to the lace of the hem, ten minutes ago. My hair was wavy and I wore a halo made of green leaves and vines entwined. I felt like a real princess.

Except, there was one thing I was really annoyed about. I had been forced into a chair and powdered with make up until every bit of my dignity ceased to exist. Okay, maybe I’m just exaggerating but still! I hated make up. I had even threatened to dump my face into the bowl of water that the maids had left lying around. I got zapped with a taser. I didn’t know vampires could get tasered, but they do. It hurt. Now standing in the ballroom, all went well. I think.

I searched around the ballroom and found quite a lot of royals. They came from all different places and kingdoms and they all looked really sophisticated. Some of them were really hot! As for Leonardo, he definitely joins their ranking. As much as I hate to admit it.

There were a lot of wealthy people and a few girls that looked my age. “Hi, I’m Princess Erica of Damphire,” I swivelled into the girl’s direction. She was possibly around my age and had blonde hair. She had a friendly smile and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Your party is really fun! I’ve never been to one other than my one. I’ve been here for about two years now,” Erica started to explain. She happened to be like me then.

“It’s very nice to meet you Princess Erica, you can me Alicia.” I replied to her with ease. She was really nice and I felt comfortable with her presence.

“Great! Call me Erica! I’ve had enough of formalities,” Erica pursed her lips. I couldn’t help but chuckle in response. Tell me about it.

“Oh! You see him! That’s my husband to be!” She pointed in the direction of the blond guy. The guy looked somewhat familiar. Then I remembered, he was the one that made me blush at my dinner party when my father introduced me as the princess.

“Him?” I croaked.

“Isn’t he handsome? He’s going to rule Damphire soon!” I smiled at her. That was nice to know… Before I knew it, Erica had dragged her husband over to us.