Sarahwas hoping to go home as soon as possible. The lights at this venuewere too bright which never suited her pale complexion anyway, andsun tans, as some hove pointed out, never interested her. Her silver,just below the knee dress hung loosely on her body. She teamed it upwith black knee high heel boots, which some may criticize as vulgarfor such occasions as this, but being in fashion gave her a getawayticket with almost everything. Unfortunately she had to pay a small price for thosemuch loved getaway tickets.
It'snot as if her business wasn't doing well, but she sometimes wishedshe could relax and enjoy herself in such company, but she had to becareful, not to let anyone get too close to her or they might gethurt, just like her family did, because of her. She saw many men, onmore than one occasion, having a conversation with her, but theireyes undressing her, which made her feel very timid anduncomfortable. But she couldn't help but laugh at herself for suchfeelings. She could beat the crap out of fifty or so vampires all atthe same time but she felt shy because a man looked at her like shewas a woman he wanted in his bed and not a prey he wanted to kill.Her life was a real mess behind the wide smiles she showered everyonewith. She sometimes hated her business partners and the fashionmodels she had to work with almost every day. What would her parentsthink of this entire charade, a fashion diva at day and a vampireslayer at night? They would turn upside down in their graves if theyhaven't done so already.
'Hey,girrrl! I didn't think you'd make it. After such a show we willbe swamping in billions of pounds' Tasha couldn't keep butslurring every time she tried to put on an American accent. Sarahsmiled as she silently asked what she would do without her fashionassistant and an agent as well as a best friend. 'I was hoping togo home in an hour or so, but now that you are here maybe we couldgrab a few drinks in this foul hole and head to Piccadilly wherethere seems to be another party, but believe me, with much better menaround', both girls laughed, while looking at the men around them.Both friends were too busy with their lives to have a man, or a baby,as both girls called them.
'Ihave to say, our very own Jennifer Lopez seems to have had too muchto drink' Tasha said skeptically, looking towards one of groups ofyoung women. One of them was a dark haired woman in her mid twenties,with long toned legs and a dazzling smile that would kill Hitler inan instant, and no need for a bomb, because her ass was exactly that,while her mouth contained enough venom to kill the whole Chinapopulation. All in all, Andrea Smith was the perfect girl who wouldmake any man go wild, but she also was apparently hard to play at,according to her and her rich daddy. Of course that was just a bigfat lie, Sarah and Tasha knew that very well. They once caught thepoor girl half dressed in the hall outside one of the parties, afterone of her beaus left with someone else, and Andrea decided to showthe world she could cope without a man, when no one paid, attentionshe took drastic measures. The tabloids were swimming with picturesthe next day, afterwards being dragged to the courts bymultimillionaire, Mr. Smith. Of course, Andrea just ended up beingthe victim as usual, and took her anger out on many of the people sheusually would spent time with in social functions such as this. Oneof those few people was Sarah, who had the privilege to point out notonce but quite on a few occasions that anger and jealousy would notmake Andrea look pretty, although if she had a few more plasticsurgeries she might be let to a few more polite circles, than inone's she was in the at moment. Such comments received a fewchuckles from those who heard the little chats they had, and after afew more tries Andrea decided to pick another victim.
IfI wasn't a vegetarian, I would bite her head off, Sarah thoughtbitterly. Sarah shook her black short hair to get rid of anydangerous thoughts and caught herself in the mirror. She did lookgood tonight she thought to herself. With her father's features,some would say more male, than female, and raven black hair with darkred highlights chopped to give an extra edge, if not for her verypale skin with rose tinted lips, that would have seduced a very niceman in this room tonight if not for the lack of such beings. Sarahonce more sighted and returned to look around the room, when shenoticed that everyone somehow felt silent, whispers began to spreadaround the room the next second, and everyone seemed to have begun tolook only towards the entrance.
