The next day I woke up and was full of energy. I got ready and started walking down the hallway on my way to the kitchen but I bumped into the Blonde I meet yesterday and a little girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pink frilly dress. Her smile got bigger once she saw me.
Girly: Hello, you must be Elizabeth Sanchez. The artist that came here to paint a picture for me. I'm Bridget, and this is Alfred.
Elizabeth: Hello, since I bumped into you here, do you wish to talk about the painting at the salon?
Bridget: Oh yes, we can have tea and cake too. Is it ok with you Alfred?
Alfred: Of course it is lady Bridget.
Bridget: Yay! Let's get going shall we?
We walk down the hallway and go to the salon. There are so many people in here. We sit at a table and Alfred orders tea and cake while we discuss about the painting.
Bridget: It must be fairly large but not too large. And I want Alfred in a position he will be comfortable in. The colors must be exactly like everything you see. As Bridget is explaining the painting she wants while drinking tea and eating cake, I take down notes so it can be perfect with no mistakes made. As I was taking down my notes a man with blue hair with yellow tips, green eyes, and gentle smile appears and starts walking towards us. He has a cane in his hand and is dressed like a noble.
Elizabeth: wow, he's cute.
Bridget: do you like him or something?
Elizabeth: I don't really like him, but he is cute.
Bridget: oh, well that's Rupert, Alfred's older brother.
Elizabeth: they don't look similar. You wouldn't even tell if they were brothers. They look more like friends.
Bridget: your face is red. Are you ok?
I look away from Bridget and see that he's getting closer. He comes up to our table and says
Rupert: good morning Alfred and Bridget.
He look s over at me and asks
Rupert: who is this young lady right here?
He looks at me with a shocked face. I turn away from him since my face was burning up.
Bridget: This is Elizabeth Sanchez, she came here to paint a picture for me. Remember?
Rupert: Well it's nice to meet you.
He hold a out his hand for me to shake. I look at his hand and shake it gently.
Elizabeth: it's nice to me you too.
He turns towards Alfred and says
Rupert: Alfred, we need to talk about the upcoming ball.
Bridget: *gasp* Alfred, are you going to take me to the ball?
Alfred: Of course, who else will I take?
Elizabeth: are you and Alfred lover Bridget?
Bridget: I wish but sadly no. You know you and Rupert should go to the ball with each other. It's a vampire ball.
Elizabeth: Ok, I will attend, but I don't think I will go with Rupert though.
Bridget: you should at least think about it.
Elizabeth: i will.
I get up, dismiss myself, and walk back to my room to prepare for tomorrow so I can have everything in order. Once I finish preparing everything, I go down to the courtyard to get some fresh air. I sit on one of the stone seats and look up at the moon I was so into the brightness of the moon that I didn't realize someone was behind me. Once I feel the persons presents I turn around to find Rupert looking at the moon as well.
Rupert: isn't it amazing that the moon can shine this bright? Do you think the sun can out beat it?
Elizabeth: I don't know, maybe.
Rupert: you're really pretty. All the other girls I see are always following Alfred around, but your different.
Elizabeth: thank you, I think your handsome yourself. You shouldn't let other people put you down like that.
I look up at him, smile, and he smiles right back. He was about to say something but Raymond came and said he needed him for important business. Right after he left I started to think if I should go to the ball with him or not.
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Meeting the vampire of my dreams
FanfictionElizabeth Sanchez is a famous artist from New York. She meets new people from Hotel Libra Sincera who are quite interesting. (@Snacco gave me this idea and I thank them for it.) I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OF THE CHARACTERS BESIDES ELIZABETH SANCHEZ