Feeding From The Night

Chapter 1: The Events of A Village Ball

With her face half covered by black lace, she entered the glorious, masked ball. Her long ebony dress flowing to the floor and tailing behind her. Gracefully descending down the grand stairs of the hall, all eyes fell upon her.   The mysterious girl upon a group of mysterious characters, nothing differentiated her from any of the other dark, secretive figures within the beautifully designed hall.

 A different dress, perhaps.

A different mask, probably.

A different make up artist, maybe.

A different hair stylist, possibly.  

But you couldn’t pin point what made everyone stare in awe as she glided across the dance floor, bodies separating like the red sea.    

It's interesting to observe people, and observing is what I do best, the girls in the room were the best subjects. There were so many different feelings running throughout the room, envy, hatred, awe, love but most of all confusion. I did not know who all of these people were, but I had a fair idea, however this fine lady kept her wall up allowing nobody to sneak through.

This is our villages annual ball and there was a guest list.  

So far I know:   She is a girl and she lives in this village.  

I need more information, those two tiny pieces hardly narrow it down.  

She glided past me, her sickly sweet scent following. A waiter bowed down to her as a sign of respect, passing her a thick red liquid, wine. The goblet in her hand, seemed more like an accessory than an object to drink out of. Time went by and still the liquid was yet to pass her lips; her company drinking it by the gallon. The party was in full swing, reaching the height of entertainment before the dreaded departure. Her thirst must be horrendous by now, it had been over three hours since she had been given that silver goblet and still the liquid remained full to the brim inside.  

The bells rang signalling the end of the party had come it was 3:30am and time to leave so the great halls were returned to normal, before the early morning sun began to rise. A male not much older than myself, creeped up behind the girl, wrapping his arms around her waist. He whispered into her ear and her rosy red lips formed a small smile. I was still unaware of what her face actually looked like as she had kept the mask on for the entire evening, allowing only the lower half of her face to be exposed. She lifted the goblet to her mouth and began to drink the liquid, before giving the rest to the male standing beside her.