Red, Black and Purple pt.4
Twirls of fabric spin in front of me at such rapid paces that it actually makes me sick. The twinkling lights of the large ballroom shine to brightly to light up the enormous space that is filled to the brim of people. Both mortal and immortal. Who knew that Lisbon was such a hot spot for vampires? But the same assumption could be assumed about witches in this area. A hand clutches mine. The strong grip gaining my attention to my mother. I meet her cold green eyes as she reads my solace expression. She places a palm to my cheek and lightly pats it.
"Cheer up, my love. You're future family is watching."
I quickly look away from her intense gaze and watch the dancing in front of me. Curiosity getting the best of me, I look to the furthest wall of the ballroom where the royal vampire family sat on their dark thrones. In the middle of the large black platform where they sit, both Karina and Manuel talk among themselves, pointing towards the nicely dressed people in the middle of the dance floor. Both dressed in beautiful garments that they have had for centuries. Heirlooms that will never be passed down. My eyes travel to the tall throne to their left that cushions a small teenage appeared girl. The princess props her legs on the large arm rests of the chair as she carelessly pokes her teeth with a toothpick that she had acquired from a caterer. Her long, black skirt falls down her body, hitting the floor of the platform. She smiles devilishly at something in the room. I follow her eyes to a bus boy standing glued to a wall, watching the party unfold in front of me. I can't tell by the look of her face whether she wants to devour him literally or figuratively. I continue to trail my eyes to the king and queen's right. The tall man actually looks properly portioned to the size of the throne he sits upon, unlike his sister. He sits lackadaisically with his arms spread across the arm rests, wearing black and white garments with red accents, the rubies on the rings that are placed on his slender fingers, and the soles of his shoes that can be seen when he crosses his legs. His eyes look at nothing in particular as he watches the flashes of color from the expensive fabrics flash in front of him. In one hand, he holds a glass that contained some dark brown liquid. He swirls it around in the crystal glass before bringing it up to his lips without looking down at it. It confuses me. I thought he didn't eat mundane food. I guess vampires love the subtle burn of alcohol just as much as humans do. A pang goes off in my stomach once I find out that he's looking at me and, without even thinking about it, I look away from his dark, looming presence back to the scene in front of me.
She blushes as she pretends to be looking at the dancers in front of her as she sits on top of the elevated platform on the opposite side of the ballroom. I chuckle to myself, earning the attention of my sister. I can feel her deadly glare on the side of my face as I continue to stare at my betrothed from across the room. Under her breath, I could hear her swear to me,
"She's a whore of a witch. I do not know why you chose to stare at her, brother."
I sigh to myself, bringing the bourbon up to my lips once more. I already feel the growing headache in the back of my skull from her comment. "What do you expect me to do, Aaliyah? Ignore her throughout the whole time I'm tied to her?"
"I can think of worse things you could do to her."
"Enough out of you, young lady."
My mother snips at my younger sister. The fiery liquid trickles down my throat, burning all the way down to my stomach. It's the good type of pain, the only type of pain that can distract you from all of the pains of the world. My eyes stay glued to her. My fiance sits like she's being scolded by someone as she's seated in between her parents at one of guest chairs at the furthest wall to me. Her hands are placed cautiously in the lap of her stunning black ball gown. Black crystal-like beads dot all across her hexed skin of her arms and chest. A mesh material spreads across an underlying fabric colored lavender. Divine. Delicious to any vampire in this room. I smirk to myself, raising my glass back up to my mouth.
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A Collection of Imagines
PoetryThese are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone. These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy. Normal - you Italics - them Slight smut warning.