First, you make me miss my Prom. Then, you kidnap me! Marry you? Hell no!

First, you make me miss my Prom. Then, you kidnap me! Marry you? Hell no! /5/

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, as the seamstress poked me with the needle for like, the twelfth time today. I stared down at her. She looked at me, apologetically. "Just be a little more careful please." I said softly.

"So sorry miss." Beatrice was a small woman, Russian woman. She appeared to be very timid, so I attempted to be sweet to her.

"It's alright. I'd just like to be in one piece after this fitting." I stated with a smile. She laughed a little, and continued to work. I was being fitted for the dress I was going to where when I saw Alec. He's coming for dinner tonight, and we're getting finishing touches on my gown.

I was so excited because I get to see him again. He was so amazing at the ball, which was just two days ago. I'm really looking forward to seeing him again. Alec was so charming and witty. I'm looking forward to what is to come.

"All done princess." Beatrice said to me, as she got up off her knees. "You will look beautiful for Sir Alec." She stated, and I smiled at her.

"Thanks. I'm really nervous but it's the good nervous. He seems so sweet and perfect that I can barely stand it." I said happily, as I stepped off of the stool. Beatrice began removing the dress zipper for me, as I slipped it over my head. I was left in just my slip.

There was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it. "Yes sir. She is right in here. Of course. Excuse me." I heard her say, and I watched as she disappeared from sight.

"Beatrice?" I questioned, as I walked towards the door. As I did so, I saw Owen appear and I groaned loudly. "Ugh, what do you want?" I asked him, as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. That's when I realized I only had my slip on. Owen smirked at me, and I glared. "Hey! Turn away for a second!" I ordered, and he rolled his eyes but did so.

"Not like you have anything worth seeing anyway." He muttered, and I flipped him off. He's such an asshole! "Your father wants me to get you. Alec will be here in a few hours, so hurry up and get ready." Owen stated, and I quickly slipped on my dress.

"What? He's coming early? That doesn't give me enough time to do my hair! And my dress! What if it doesn't get done in time?" I exclaimed, panic surging through me.

"Damn, chill out. Why are you freaking out over pretty boy?" He asked me, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Pretty boy? Oh you must mean Alec. It's not his fault he's attractive." I said, as I slipped on my flats. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't make fun of my possible future husband. If you do I swear you'll regret it." I threatened. Owen scoffed at me.

"What is a little human going to do to me?" He asked, as he turned and faced me. He was only a few inches away, and I could tell he was trying to intimidate me.

"I'll sick my overprotective, vampire king of a father on your ass." I stated with a fake smile. He frowned at me, and glared. I smirked in triumphant. Don't mess me.

"Whatever. You're lucky you're the princess. If you weren't, you would have already been sucked dry by now." He said to me, and I laughed at this.

"Oh, sure. I'm so scared Owen! Please don't hurt me! I beg you!" I mocked, and he became serious. He took a threatening step towards me, and I took one back. What the hell is he doing? As he moved towards me again, and I moved back, there was another knock at the door.

"C---come in!" I muttered, projecting my voice. "Get out of here Owen." I ordered, as I regained my courage.

"You're lucky we were interrupted." He said in a low voice. "We'll have to continue this little conversation later. Good day princess." Owen said, as I saw Beatrice walk towards us. She stared at Owen strangely, but then shook her head. Owen strolled away, and closed the door behind him,