The Vampire & The Vixen

A Demon's Delight

2 Weeks Later

Elizabeth's POV ~

"Can you be ready to leave in an hour?" Ricky asked me, peeking his head into my bathroom.

"I'll be ready in about half that time. Will your brothers be ready by then?" I replied, putting down my straightener.

"Probably not. You've got a good point there. That means you've probably got an hour and a half or so to get ready and chill." He laughed.

I thanked him for letting me know, and with a slight nod of his head he shut my door and he could be heard heading down the hallway.

Over the time span of the past two weeks, things had been awkward at the very least. If there was one thing we could all bond over was the fact that we all had very strong personalities and opinions. However, we all attempted to try and put our egos aside for a while and tried to cohabitate without killing one another. We had done fairly well all things considered. I got into it with Ryan in a short little outburst which cause Chris to get into it with Ryan and then myself. Thankfully, Ricky was a very level-headed individual who was able to help us keep our heads on our shoulders.

The themes of the conversations have been pretty low key, and they made sure to not bring up anything too touchy. It was awkward small talk about the academy, our pasts, pet peeves, and even the weather. Let's face it though - I was much happier discussing the heavy rain we had been getting for the last week than bring up how bad Ryan wanted to pin me down and fuck me. That wasn't a conversation I was dying to have.

Watching steam suddenly rise up to my eye level I focused back on the straightener and finished fixing up my hair. Once it was straightened, I braided one strand back and pinned it down with a bobby pin. I fished around and found some makeup that one of the brothers had left me and basically put on the bare minimum. That left me one more item to figure out. My outfit.

Quickly running down the hall in my towel I entered my room and was faced once more with the three black dresses laying down on my bed. Each brother had picked one, and in a sense they all reflected their personalities. Having said that, I wasn't fully a fan of any of the dresses. Ricky's was by far the most conservative, a maxi dress with cap sleeves that looked like it would hug my figure a little too tight for comfort.

Chris had chosen a far shorter black flared dress for the occasion, which had gorgeous lace work up the back and on the cap sleeves as well. Had this dress been at least five inches longer I would have jumped on it. That left Ryan's dress, or as I liked to call it the scrap of fabric that at least covered my ass, sort of. It was a maxi dress like Ricky's, except for the fact that there were two large slits up to the thigh that revealed a whole lot of skin. This dress had spaghetti straps, and it was incredibly low cut. As I had learned, girls who were well endowed in the chest area such as myself, wearing low cut dresses like the one Ryan chose for me was some risky business. I didn't need my boobs popping out mid visit with whomever they were bringing me to see, which left me with Chris and Ricky's dress.

Did I look like a stuffed sausage to please the brother who was least likely to kill me, or did I go a little risky and have some skin show to get on Chris' good side for the night?

I flipped a coin I found in my dresser and let that decide for me. After slipping the dress on, I grabbed a pair of 2-inch heels before heading down to the kitchen and waited for them to join me.

It did indeed take them an hour and a half to come down to the kitchen and meet up with me. You had to give it to them though, they were dressed impeccably. Ryan was sporting a perfect fitting two piece suit with a tie, completely black. Perhaps he was trying to match that heart of his? Ricky had a little bit more of a laid back approach to his attire. He was donning a a nicely ironed white dress shirt with black jeans that had attaching overall straps.