Translations:
"Tăcere." Is Romanian for "Silence."
"A se vedea, nimic nu se tem de Elizabeth." Is Romanian for "See, there is nothing to fear of, Elizabeth."
"Linişte! Asta este de ajuns!" Is Romanian for "Silence! That's enough!"
"Opreşte-te, Elizabeta." Is Romanian for "Stop, Elizabeta."
"Vous parlez avec lui. Il ne m'écoutera jamais." Is French for "You talk to him. He won't listen to me."
75 The Blood Ball
The car stopped and as the teenagers exited the vehicle, they stared up at the dark building. One teen in particular wasn't too confident as he walked through the doors of the Crypt.
The group walked down the hallway that matched the color of blood. Music boomed around them and pounded in their hearts. When the group made it to the club as one of them stopped in shock to take in the view.
Vladimir Tod was at the Crypt.
"Come on, I'll introduce you to everybody." October said as she took Vlad across the club floor and to the couches of soft velvet. "Everyone, Vlad. Vlad, everyone."
Few went off to dance and others to who-knows-where. The soft couches had seen much love over God-knows-how-many years. He took off his black jacket and Sprat sat next to him. Vlad examined his many pins and stated his interests.
"Where'd you get that?"
The hyper child bounced and took off the pin. "You want it?" Without waiting for an answer he pinned the pin on Vlad's shirt. The girl with purple in her hair, October, wandered back to the couches and handed Vlad a glass of red liquid.
Blood, or so Vlad thought. When trying to smell it all he could smell was the blood of the dancing teens around him. So he tasted the sugary beverage and pretended to enjoy it so as not to be rude. One girl leaned forward and took a deep interest in Vlad.
"You have such lovely eyes." Vlad shifted before muttering a soft thanks. She held her hand out to his. As he looked at it he had a sudden memory of another small, gentle, ivory colored hand being held out to him. He shook the memory of two and a half years ago away and shook her hand. "I'm Snow."
Vlad drew in a breath and knew her blood type instantly. AB negative. Mina's blood type. He was suddenly thirsty...and more so than normal. It was almost as terrible as Mina's blood, yet not as strong and demanding.
"Cool name." He managed with a small smile.
Her dark red lips smiled. "Thanks." He stared at those lips and another memory flew by. The sweet, perfect way those lips curved in his mind caused him to shiver...Mina. He shook his head and forced his attention to the fake blood.
Then Kristoff said something that caused Vlad to near choke on his drink. "Just so you know, I'm a vampire."
Vlad went into deep thought as he smirked and met Kristoff's gaze. "Then we have more in common than I thought."
Snow sat herself right next to Vlad and nearly drove him to murder. Why was this girl bringing back so many memories? All of those hugs, all of those classes, all of those movies, every single close-contact memory of Mina was being revived and it was all because of this girls blood.
"I knew it!" She said. "The moment I saw you, I was all 'That guy's a vampire.' How long have you been playing?"
This confused Vlad but he tried to make some distance between him and Snow. "For as long as I can remember." He confessed.
