The last descendant

The Ball

Chapter 9

At the Ball...

"You look stunning, Rosalie. How are you feeling?" Samuel asks me when he comes to get me for the Ball.

"I'm fabulous, how about you?" I look at him with a worried expression on my face. He chuckles, "I'm fine, actually, I went for a run, ripped off someone's head, and maybe killed a innocent people, and-" I cut him off because he knows I don't like to hear all of that, " Samuel! You know I hate it when you say that!"

"I'm sorry but I thought the time could use something." He looks at me with amused eyes. Suddenly his expression changes from amused to fear. I look behind me and he laughs. What? What's so funny? "What's so funny?" I ask, this is serious.

"You fell for it! Babe, there was nothing there. I wanted to make you think that there was, you fell for It!" I glare at him and walk away. He is SO gunna pay!

As we make our way to the Ball we see my parents look at me. They look at me in awe. If this is how everyone is going to act, than I will just go back to my room, "No! You can't go back to your room!" I look at all three people, my parents and Samuel. Did they just, they did to, they read my mind! " yes we did, I'm sorry, we just wanted to see your expression. You weren't showing anything besides a black face so we read your mind. We're sorry." "I forgive you, but tell me one thing?"

"Sure, what is is?" Father says.

"Can everyone there read my mind? If so, how do I stop them?"

Well, there is a way, but you will need training. Lots of training."

"I don't need training, tell me." Did I just order my dad to do something? Omg!

"That's my girl! Ordering around already! Well, the solution to your problem is that you let your guard down, they can't read your mind as long as you smile and not think too much and pretend you have a brick wall in your head that is around your thoughts."

I must look stupid or something because my mother pipes in, "Just be yourself, I couldn't read your mind when you first came here. I tried to get into your head to hear your thoughts about us, but you had your guard up. I don't know how, without the proper training."

"Mom, stop babbling please." I tell her, I don't see why they are babbling on about this.

"We are not babbling about this for any particular reason, we just babble when we are exited or nervous." She did it again, read my mind. Ugh!

" Ok let's go, I want to great everyone." My mother says to us all.

"Attention please!" Everyone stops at the sound of my fathers booming voice. I wonder if he co- shoot! I did it again. I'm not supposed to think. "Queen Lilly has something to say!" Comes my fathers booming voice again.

"Hello, I would live to take a moment to congratulate my daughter on her engagement! She is going to be a great mother and wife. Also, I would like to point out that after the wedding, she will be in training for 1 or 2 years so she can go out and save us all." I wonder what they fear so much that they can't do it themselves. Maybe it's a little creature that they can't fight and need my to do it for them. I look up to see my parents looking at me. "What?" I ask, I'm not doing anything. "We asked you if you are going to be our saviour. Come, speak to them." I walk over to the microphone to speak, "Hello everyone, it is true, I am going to be your saviour. I will save you all. I will have my wedding and start my training right away. I will be the best fighter every to be trained!" I continue to look at them and finally they clap. I smile and walk away from the microphone. "Have a great Ball!" My mother says to everyone.

Once the dancing starts up again, I walk over to my parents, "Do I HAVE to dance? I really don't want to." I ask the, with a leading expression. "Yes, you HAVE to dance. They are our guests."

"But I would hate to get this dress dirty,"

"Your mother has spoken, don't go against her word!" My father pipes in. Ugh I hate it when he does that.

"But I am a klutz." I say with a very serious expression on my face, to make it more convincing.

"Fine, we'll make a deal."

"Fine, what is it."

"You dance with, let me see, five people, and you won't have to dance with anyone else. Here," she put my hand in Samuels, "he will be your first dance."

"Fine, but if this dress gets dirty than its not my fault."I walk away,

"Oh! Don't forget that we will be watching and keeping track. Don't think we won't be, don't even thinks. Remember....the wall in your head. Use it always. Well unless you want them to hear it."

"Ok bye" I walk away and dance with Samuel.

Once the song is over, another guy comes to ask if I want a dance. Obviously I have to say yes so I accept. Ok, clear head. We start to dance, he looks down at me and he has a scar from his left eye to the right of his lip. He is ugly. 'He is soooo gorgeous. He is a VERY good dancer!' I wonder if that will make him happy and not question me.

The song is over and almost right away another man comes up to dance. I think this guy is smokin' hot, seriously. 'Omg! This guys is soooo hot. Oops did I say that aloud, no. ok, good! Whew!' That will make him happy. 'He's a good dancer.' I like playing with their heads. It's fun. Once the song ends, the hot guy bows down and leaves.

Thankfully, no one else come over so I go and get a drink. It better be red wine instead of blood, if not than I won't be able to control myself. I will have cup after cup. 'Ok thank god it's red wine. I might have gone crazy.'

Oh no! Here comes a guy, omg I have a feeling that he is going to ask my to dance. " do you mind if I have this dance?" Of course he had to say that. I can't have 2 minutes to myself, can I? "Sure, I would love to." Oh well, this is my fourth guy so all I need is one more.

We start to dance when a loud screeching noise filled the Ball room. Everyone was running away from the doors. I ran to my parents. They ran to me and Samuel came right after.