Angel and Demon, Princess and Prince, Slave and Master (FINISHED)

Preparation For The Ball

The last few weeks were full of lerning dance steps. I have never been to a ball before so Damon is paying Alexandra, Katherine, Maria and Aaron to show me how. Not my brother Aaron, the slave Aaron. I learned how to waltz, fox trot and tango. Aaron  was just there to be my partner. My brother wasn't around. I was a bit worried, He said that he has a meeting with the Death brothers. I just hope they don't end up killing each other or something. Damon allowedme to go out int town and buy a dress, under Damian's gaze though. I asked Damon if Alexandra could tag along to have a girl's persepecive because I am pretty sure that Damian wouldn't be much help. I am currenlty trying to get to the limo whitout having the paparazzi take a picture of me. Once all three of us were safely inside, Damian told the chauffeur to take us to a store that I didn't quite catch the name of. Once we made it there, Katherine was all happy and was jumping around everywhere. There wewre racks and racks of dresses. Short ones, Long ones, Poofy ones, Tight ones… THEY HAD EVERYTHING!

"Wow" I whispered. Damian smirked. This is going to take a while…

***HOURS LATER***

Damian said that everyone will take a part of the store and survey all the dresse. Pick all that looks good and bring it to the changing rooms where I will try them on later. A while later, the time was up and Alexandra had nine dresses, I didn't find any and Damian had thirty. I was surprised untill I took a look at the dresses. They were all short, skippy dresses that a slut or a stripper would wear. I glared at him and was going to smack him in the back of his head but he caught me by the wrist.

"Don't forget that I still own you" He let go of my arm. I rubbed my wrists trying to sooth the pain. I then ignored all the dresses that were in his pile and worked my way towards the dresses Katherine picked out. Out of the nine, six were short dresses and three were long. Damon had requested a long dress that would be nice to waltz in. I looked at the three dresses standing. One was made of silk white with a medium train with a lot of lace. I looked a bit like a wedding dress too but Damian disapproved of the color since it's the angels' color. I had to remind him that I was one and he ruined the fun by pointing out that I was a slave and that it wouldn't match my hair. Screw Damon for dying it! The other two were definately colors of hell. One of them had a  red skirt but the majority was covered with a black fabric leaving only a slit of it open on the side framed with a black bow that is tied around the waist. The top part of the dress was a corset incrested with rubies that glisten everytime you twirl under the light.

The second dress was red from head to toe made of chiffon. The bottom part was layered and as for the top it was criss crossed over my shoulders and joined in the back. The sleeves were also red and se through. There wasn't much detail neither. I tried them both on and everyone agreed on the black one and I got to admit that it looked nice.

Damian also bought a small black tiara also incrested in rubies to wear. Katherine also helped me choose the perfect pair of shoes. We decided on red stilettoes that had black ribbons on them. Damian wasn't much help. He just nodded and from time to time passed a compliment or two.

***A WEEK LATER***

Damon hired a make up and hair stylist for the ball. Philip, that same ass who cut my hair, dyed it and tattoed me against my will was curling the fake extensions that he added to my hair to make me look pretty. He pinned a bit of it on the back of my head. The soft curls fell down my back in ringlets. A few strands of the blood red hair alsp frammed my face. He made sure to add spray so it will last the night. The make up artist who's name is Nicki  entered the room. She put some dark red eyeshadow on my eyelids. She also put some kind of white powder on my face, which made me look half dead. She added a super bright red lipstick wich made my eyes stand out with help of some black eyeliner. Philip returned with three velvet boxes. The smallest one was diamond chandelier earings, the second was a black, lace chocker witha red ruby hanging from the front last but not least that black tiara. He helped me fasten the clasp on the necklace and to place the tiara. When he was pleased with my appearance, he left leaving me alone in my room. I got off the plush chair I was sitting on and walked towards the full body mirror on the wall and sat down on the little elivated platform I was supposed to stand on when Katherine was altering the dress to my size. The door opened and I quickly stood up scared that Philip would get mad at me or something for sitting on a dirty surface or something but it was Aaron. When he saw me, his frown turned into a big smile.