Drabbles

Formal Wear

I looked around at the room. There were a lot of people here, whether they were conversing with a colleague or dancing with a billionaire. I had come to this party because of my father's business.

Above me there was a chandelier with thousands of crystals hanging from different rings on the framework of the light fixture. I was standing next to the buffet table. Before me was the dance floor, then tables for the guests to sit. Next to the buffet table, a mini bar was serving a couple who looked to be planning something.

By the way, my name is Cassandra Salvatore. I was British, but lived in America so long that I had lost the vocabulary, but not the accent. My father was the leader of the world's most influential businesses. He had been unable to attend the party, so he had sent me in replace.

"Cassandra!" a man yelled over the loud music the band was playing. Though it was more of an orchestra than a band.

I looked over to see my brother running over to me. I regarded him with contained anger, which would be mistaken for excitement on his part.

"Paris, what's wrong?" I say, in my British accent. I look around to see that we've caught the attention of the couple at the mini bar. I look back to my younger brother. "You're causing a commotion."

"Father needs you."  Paris continues, looking around.

"What does he need now?" I ask, exasperated. "He sent me here in his place and now he wants me to go home. That bastard never knows when to stop."

"You shouldn't talk about our father like that." Paris says, turning so that he's on my right side. He slips his hand through my arm and starts walking me towards the exit. "But, it's true."

"Paris, you shouldn't let our sister speak that way." My other brother, Hector, comes up to me and slips his hand through my left arm.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop, Hector." Paris says in the same tone. They look at each other across my chest and grin.

Paris and Hector were twins. I always feel like they were conspiring against the whole family. I also think they read each other's mind, so shouldn't be too worried. (Note the sarcasm.) Both of them were gay. Father didn't know, but if he did, I'm guessing he would be okay with it. Hector and Paris were just too scared to come out to him.

"Can't you guys handle Father?" I ask, slipping out of their arms. I start walking backwards towards the party.

"Father requested you, Cassie." Paris argues.

"Make something up. I can not deal with him tonight. Tell him you couldn't find me. I mean, I do have a tendency to slip away."

"Fine, Cass. But don't blame us if you get caught." Hector agrees, turning to Paris and pulling him away before he can argue with the plan.

I walk over to the mini bar and sit on one of the stools. "Red wine, please." I say to the bartender.

"Coming up." He says, then walks down the bar.

I feel eyes staring at me and turn around. The couple was focused on me. I raise my eyebrow and nod my head in acknowledgement, then turn back when the bartender comes back with my red wine.

"Thank you." I say, politely, then stand up and walk to the couple.

"So, why are you looking at me?" I say, sipping the wine. They looked at me, shocked that I pointed it out. "What? You really think I wouldn't notice?"

"We weren't looking at you." The guy said. He was concentrating on me, trying to look me in the eye.

"So, you're demigods?" I said, taking another sip of wine, looking around the room. I noticed something in the far corner of the room. "Oh gods, not now."

I started moving towards the far corner. I realized that the couple were following me. I turn towards them.

"You don't want to deal with him." I said. "He's a bit temperamental."

"We've dealt with worse." The girl argues.

"Alright. But don't say I didn't warn you." I said, hurrying towards the section of the hall the monster was in.

"Hi, Argus. How about you let us through?" I say, talking to the bouncer.

"Of course, Miss Salvatore." Argus answered.

"You know you can call me Cass, Gus." I say, walking through the ropes.

"How 'bout them, Cass?" Argus said, looking towards the couple.

"They're with me, Gus." I say, continuing on my way towards the monster.

Once I reached him, I looked at him for a second before grabbing a silver knife from a table nearby.

Then I stabbed the werewolf in the flank with the knife.

"C'mon, Wolfy." I called, running through the back door.

The wolf followed me out. So, did the couple.

Well, no going back now.

The wolf growled at me. I raised my eyebrow at it.

"Really, Dylan?" I say, crossing my arms. "Did you have to go all wolf-y on us now?"

"Wait!" The man said. "You know the werewolf?!"

"Yes." I say, flashing my eyes to my wolf's. "I happen to be his alpha." I look back to Dylan. "Now change back."

Dylan whimpered and changed back. I glared at him.

"Go home. I'll speak to you later." I growled, turning to the couple. "By the way, I'm Cassandra Salvatore. My father is the coordinator of this whole event. Would you be kind enough to follow me back into the ballroom?"