October 13, 2020
10:31 pm at The Great Hall
The moon was at its Waning Gibbous phase. The dainty gleam igniting from lamposts illuminated the streets of Monteoliveto as the car stopped at the expected but unfamiliar location.
Landing first on my right heel, I hastily shut the car's door then made my way towards the front desk. A brunette lady, I assumed was around her mid-thirty's stretched out her other hand with a tight smile plastered on her face.
Without wasting a second waiting for her to speak, I swiftly handed her the currant with a touch of gold party invitation.
I glanced down at my dress watch only to see that I'm pretty damned for being late for a little more than 2 hours.
"Merda! Merda! If only I haven't passed out for quite some time earlier." Chiara mentally cussed.
She picked up her pace just to halt on her steps when she turned up on a hallway embellished with quiet a number of prodigous paintings she had no knowledge of.
As if not minding that she'll get in more trouble by being much outside longer, Chiara sauntered to the paintings brushing off the tips of her fingers on the glass that framed each one.
She went down on the fifth painting and an unexplainable sharp feeling welted within the left side of her chest.
Depicted in the painting was a man sitting on a red vintage velvet king-sized couch with his left elbow emplaced on its outline to the left.
His beauty was ethereal and untimely. The perfect embodiment of those noble men you've only read and imagined from fairytail books.
Behind the breathtaking features of the painting's subject, it beheld an obscure credence.
With the man's eyes roughly transfixed at nothing but the painter's. If anything, it was more of a glare than to be categorized as a stare.
Amidst of the stinging pain, Chiara took a foot forward to take a closer look at the caption just below the hefty frame.
The caption reads: "Adam, 1864"
Once again she glanced at the masterpiece she had felt something with but knew nothing about except for its cutline.
A series of girly giggles snapped her from being entranced.
As if on cue, she lifted the ends of her classical vermillion gown to disembark quickly towards the main hall remembering the main reason why she was here in the first place.
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Ebony glittering heels tapped on the cold-tiled floor leading her to a well-lighted part of the building.
Decorated by the classical shades of red and gold, it screamed elegance.
Soft melodies came from the inside. This must be it.
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Upon entering, she was instantly greeted by the enchanting interior.
"Maybe the theme for this year was authentic bestrewed by something transdescent." She thought to herself, looking around the place.
Guests conversed with each other. Men in their expensive suits and ties kept themselves busy within the crowd. Women made new acquaintances with fellow women lowkey having a contest of who amongst them has greater style for this evening.
Upstairs, she found who she was looking for. A lady in her shimmering rose-gold evening gown stood beside two other people. In her hand niched an empty champagne glass that she soon handed back to the server just to take a new one.
Watching her sister gulped the liquid made her thirsty. Unfortunately for her, there were no found servers in her direction.
As she was about to take a step, a guy hurried past her nearly pushing her off to the side.
Amidst the rush, the guy ploddingly turned to her direction. He then bowed to her in 90 degree after muttering an apology.
"This guy bowed?" Chiara wondered to herself in confusion. "Might be that he isn't an Italian." She tried to resonate.
"My sincere apologies again, Milady." The man in a tailored van courtland blue suit said once again. His right hand still placed on his left chest.
Chiara shook her hands in front of her face. "No, it's fine." She assured him. "It looks like you're in a hurry anyway."
The mystic man had a chestnut brown hair--probably dyed. His height a few heads taller than the female.
"About that.." He lightly scratched his nape. "I might have eaten something I should not have ate. Now I'm in need of the restroom." He justified his situation followed by an awkward laugh.
The female's lips turned to a slight "o" understanding where he's coming from.
"Is that so? Since we're here why not we introduce ourseleves?" She quitely cleared her throat as tk not sound hoarse for being thirsty. "I'm Chiara." She introduced not completing her name and stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"Name is Joshua. Joshua Hong." Replied him with a soft tone before taking the female's hand in his. His eyes turning cresent under his silver mask as he showed her a sweet smile. He spoke detaching their hands, "Now, if you may excuse me Ms. Chiara, I really do need to do some serious business in the restroom." When she gave an understanding nod he then excused himself out of the buzzing hall.
Chiara proceeded to the buffet table getting something to eat. There were varieties of food she can choose from. Instead she just got herself some canapés and muffins.
There was no assigned seats or if there was, she no longer remember which table was it. Maybe it was at the front since her Auntie and Uncle were there.
Nonetheless, she decided to take a seat at a table for two in the side.
Halfway on finishing her food, the music played by the orchesta slowly faded. A man in white and black suit stood at the center of the platform. He held a black wireless microphone.
"Right, he must be the host." Chaira thought before she stuffed the remaining muffin in her mouth.
"It has been a lovely evening so far, my lovelies. This time we'll be proceeding for the highlight everybody's waiting for." He paused, a grin forming the host's lips as he motioned to the floor around him. "Ladies and gentlemen, the dance floor is yours for the rest of the night!" He announced, clapping his manly hands.
The audience cheered and gave their most excited but at the same time poised claps.
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Blood Waltz -BTS ✔
Vampire"We night dwellers become particulary thirsty on nights such as this. We become so terribly thirsty that we are driven mad with the need to quench that thirst." His voice--barely a whisper--spoke as his electrifying emerald eyes pierced through mine...
