Happiness?(A vampire romance)

The Party

I stare at myself, frowning at my attire. I wore a simple purple wrap dress that was way too short for my liking. My wavy jet black hair, adorned with a flower pin at the back of my head.
I looked a lot better, bathed and all cleaned up, strangers would say that I'm quite a pretty girl with my rosy cheeks and envied hair.
"You look great." Margaret smiles, pushing my door back as she walks forward "Let's fix you up shall we?"
The middle aged woman fixes my face with light make up and paints my lips pink. She stands up and brushes the dust off her hand as she smiles. I politely smile back for a mere moment before grabbing my handbag and exiting the door.
Urgh...I think sourly, This is so not me... but this is my only dress so I've got no choice...

I entered into our black Rolls Royce Phantom and chucked myself at the back seat. I watched as we slowly move away from our home and pray that my time at the party would not be so dreadful.
The place was gorgeous.
Expected.
The modern white mansion was five stories tall covered with dim lights. The walls not contaminated by a single speck and servants all around.
I smirk as I slowly walk into the compound. Surely Neel didn't plan this place and probably couldn't because of his parents. Neel was cool, stylish and popular, nothing like I was. So him inviting me here felt odd.
I step into the compound, greeted by the staff. Maybe things aren't going to be so bad after all?
I see lots of unfamiliar young people, mostly guys. Nobles probably. They were all smiling and laughing amongst each other. I gave them a grin as I realise the marks on their bodies. Tattoos. Neel's parents had no idea who the kind of people their son was hanging amongst, amusing indeed.
A group stares at me, whispering at first, then laugh uncontrollably. One of them walked towards me, a glass of vodka in his hands. "I've heard quite a bit about you, emo girl." He says, eyes filled with mockery.
"Well I've never even seen you in my life, drunk spoilt brat." I scowl, not even deciding to hold back my anger.
The boy's friends at the back continue laughing. He looks at them and feels humiliated. He turns back to me, his face shamelessly red from the alcohol. His eyes burn in anger, he lunges for me. Out of instinct, I ducked down and try to escape.
I brush through the crowd hoping the boy would lose sight of me till I felt an object tripping my legs. I fell off balance and toppled on the floor. I scratched my head as I let out a grumble. "Stupid heels..."
"Erm...."a soft voice echoed. Just then ,I realised I was on top of someone. I sprung off to my feet and quickly aided the person under me.
The man rubbed his back as he stood up. I stared at him. My eyes glittered as I saw the figure. He wore a formal denim frock coat. His white gloves matched his checked shirt inside. Class. His bright red hair was neatly combed and styled to the side and his soft emerald eyes questioning personality. His snow white skin slightly dappled with freckles on his nose.
For what you'd call a scene girl, I surprisingly liked the man's bright features but already knowing how half the people in this goddamn party were like, I said my apologies, dipped my head and skidded toward a desolated area.
The man stared at me, no words escaped his lips as he followed me. He reached out to me, a big hand extending out to me. My eyes sparkled with surprise as I turned to see the man.
"I'm Cloud." He said softly, almost in a monotonous tone. His eyes not fully opened as he whipped up a small smile.
"Fox." I reply curtly, giving him my nickname, my blue eyes still wide from the situation . Oh did I mention? I prefer people to refer me as Fox rather than Aris. Don't get me wrong I love my name but I prefer it to be used by people I'm close to.
"We....should talk.." He continued, still giving off a mysterious aura. He was peculiar, the attractive kind. Yet I immediately turned my gaze. It was probably about me rudely bumping into him. Its often that arrogant nobles reflections on simple mistakes like these and me being an outcast doesn't help.
"Look," I spat, not a single ounce of mercy in my voice, "If you expect me to grovel at your feet sorry, wrong person. I've already said I'm sorry. Goodbye, it was nice meeting you."
The grip from Cloud tightened, his green eyes narrowed as he looked into mine.
"I didn't mean that." He replied, no distaste in his low voice. "I mean a friendly talk. You seem different."
I bit my dry lips as I struggled from his grasp. It was clear I did not intend to continue the conversation even though I loved mixing around. With nobles however, was not a good idea because of their enormous egos.
The redhead only tightened his grip. His emerald eyes pierce into mine. I felt afraid and tried to release his grip but was to no avail and was pushed against the wall , my other hand not spared.
I look around. Black haired Neel was amongst his usual group, conversing with them with his usual self. He catches a glance at me and looks away, signaling to me that others were watching the predicament I was in.
Blushing with embarrassment, I hissed at Cloud as I gave up struggling. "Now I know why they say gingers have no soul. I want my personal space please."
"It wouldn't kill to have another friend." He replied. Why was he trying so hard?
But he was wrong, it hurts to have friends. Too many times have I been stabbed in the back and shudder at the thought of adding more salt to the open wound.
"Leave me alone, I have a boyfriend." I pursued, but then froze. Remembering Tyler stabbed my heart, urgh... had a boyfriend.
"You're not very good at lying are you?" He replied almost immediately, that emerald gaze holding tightly onto my sapphire orbs. A strange sparkle that glowed in those iris' for a slight moment.
"So you're a memory reader....How rude." I glare at him, feeling intruded and angry that he rudely used a power on a person he just met moments ago.
"I just want a conversation between the both of us, is that so hard?"
"Yes because I don't want to and I don't think it's a good idea to mix around with a gloomy kid like me."
"Gloomy? You don't look anything like that. Just.... Quiet."
"I'm known to be called emo." I look away, staring at the guy who gave up chasing me earlier, "Not too long ago I was just called that too."
" Emo? Who the fuck called you that? You look nothing like that." Cloud's eyes widen as he heard the name. I couldn't tell if he was being nice at the time, I just wanted to isolate myself.
"Doesn't matter. Save yourself from talking to a loser." I said, not daring to look at his direction.
"You're not in my eyes."
Cloud's reply sparked a fire in my eyes, was he the first noble to be like that? Kind? Obviously not but the first I met in a long time.
I felt tempted to reply nicely but my stubbornness made of a cemented wall decided not to.
"I just want peace. Just at least till this goddamn party is over." I whimpered, regret lingering in my voice.
The redhead grew silent, probably giving. Secretly, I felt sad but it was for the better.
Cloud dug his coat pocket taking out a small piece of paper and put it into my hands. He bent towards me and whispered into my pierced ears.
"By the way," He purred smoothly, "stubborn girls are my type."
I burned, my ears heated up as I felt the air blowing into them as he spoke which was accompanied with an alluring low voice.
My face flushed, warmth overpowering me. An irregular heartbeat thumping faster by the second.
I stared at the man as he disappeared into the swarm of guests.