I wiped my mouth after taking some of Xavier's blood before heading to the fairy house for the fashion show. I'll need the extra energy, plus it gave me the chance to heal his elbow that was numb for a little while.
The place I searched for was by a large ancient tree, so it didn't take long finding where I needed to go. The closer I got to it, the more people surrounded it. I was able to get pass many people and approach the front doors of the building that looked like a dollhouse!
"Hello, may I help you?" A girl with a kimono asked while looking at her clip board. I presented her the pass. She stared at it for a moment before smirking a little, grinning like she's received a snack or something "ah! We've been waiting for you! You came just in time, but our only stylist have been sleeping so you'll have to wait until she wakes up to dress everyone" I forgot that there was liquor in the dagger. Oops...
"No problem!" She walked me inside "When will the show begin? My friends want to come and see it"
"At 8" so it'll be a few hours then until everyone is ready "we always look forward to this every year. After the show, we always throw a big party, but it's models only, so your friends won't be able to attend"
"I figured" I said to myself.
"Pardon?" I giggled, prepared for the worse.
"Nothing!" She nodded and took me into a magical lobby with golden walls, velvet couches, and laced chandeliers with sparkly lights. There were display cases carrying ancient looking kimonos and black and white photos of women wearing them, inside.
"Mistress Valerie gets inspiration from our ancestors and the beauty of nature and turns her world into pieces of arts" the girl explained, not giving two damns about this stuff.
"She seems very passionate. It's truly a gift to hold onto a talent you love so much to put your heart and soul into" she didn't say anything. I sighed and looked around the dressing room I was taken too, seeing tons of human girls getting their make up done and hair did. Thinking about it... I'm actually doing this.
"Even if I'm over my phobia... I think it may come back" I cupped my face "What am I doing..? I just need to find Valerie and talk to her. Please don't let this be a waste of my time" I said to myself and looked at the girl walking up to a makeup artist. They both turned to me shaking my knees nervously.
"What's wrong, honey?" The artist giggled "My, What a beauty you are! I haven't seen a face as pretty as yours since I've done a certain celebrity's makeup!" Who? "You'll be so much prettier with makeup! But I can honestly say you don't even need it. Awe! I'm jealous!" She whined "why can't I be as pretty as you?" I nervously laughed.
"I don't consider myself to be that pretty... You are quite lovely yourself" she looked at me smiling sweetly, listening to my honest words "I never put any effort in trying to make myself pretty, but you are certainly a work of art" she kept her eyes on me before her entire face went red.
"W-Whoa..." she cupped her cheeks "I never felt so flattered" I scratched my cheek a bit, knowing my royal charm got to her "I can't wait to doll you up! Please have a seat!" I nodded and sat in front of a mirror with lights "I'll also be doing your hair, is that okay?"
"Sure. Where is Blossom?"
"She's barely starting to wake up. She'll be down soon to get you and the other girls dressed" the girl who brought me here said and left to talk to Lianna peaking from behind a certain. I overheard their whispers, stating that they were excited to try a new blood type they never heard before. They're in for a surprise.
I was uncomfortably covered in weird liquid all over my face and tried holding back my whine when I kept getting stabbed by brushes poking my cheeks and eyelids. It feels so heavy and itchy!
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Pokémon: Vampire Princess*
FanfictionYannie is a vampire, not just any ordinary vampire, but a princess that rules over the Pokemon world... And also, not just any princess, but a girl who shares the blood of her vampire queen mother and a human king father. With a father who ruled ove...
