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The music seems to grow louder behind me, the laughter more pronounced, as if the entire hall is trying to pull me back into its embrace. But then, the moment I get to the entrance, praying to the good goddess that Gabriel has not shown up yet, it seems at this point in time she is determined to make my plan fail. Gabriel steps in, looking impossibly well-dressed and mouth-wateringly attractive in his vampire costume. The black cape flows behind him like liquid shadow, and his already pale skin seems to glow ethereally in the dim lighting. The costume accentuates every perfect line of his face, every sharp angle and curve that makes him look like he stepped out of some gothic romance novel.

As the vampires rushed towards where Ambrosia was standing, it was in that moment that Lucas, Mark, Andrew and Nicole revealed themselves. They were wearing their full costume and looked really dangerous, even Ambrosia and Mary became afraid of them as they could only see their eyes covered in a black mask painted with a white skull. As the other vampires sighted the vampire hybrids there was pandemonium as everyone of them scattered. Ambrosia and Mary by instinct wanted to join them in running away but the sight of Nicole calm beside them, calmed them down amidst the chaos.

He never for one thought they were real but rather fantasy. “Don’t run away, at least not with your towel”. Dustin said. The vampire was oblivious to the towel he had on his waist. “Ooh”. The flustered vampire ran back to his wardrobe, rummaged through his clothes, and picked out something fitting to wear. They were all black. The comics didn’t lie when they stereotyped the vampires for always liking dark clothes, Michael thought as he saw the teen vampire all dressed in black. His eye color was the only colorful thing on his body.

This made my muscles cramp at night, but it was more convenient than dragging them along the floor. - You are wonderful! – Kirian appeared at the door. The black and scarlet vampire costume was cut like a form of armor, though. This gave the warrior a menacing appearance and emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful torso. Approaching, Kyrian kissed the girl, pressing her to him. Ilyana automatically responded to the kiss. Her thoughts wandered far.

I looked closer, trying to make myself feel better by identifying the awful bodies of vampires we fought earlier. The white and black fabric looked like it belonged to a tux or suit. Looking closer, I studied the apparel. Vestiges of a yellow tie was hung around the body's neck like a noose. Shining, melted dress shoes were sinking into the skeleton's feet, morphed by the heat of the fire earlier. Only, I don't remember the Vampires being dressed up like this. The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party.

His blond hair was disheveled and there was a smudge on one of his cheeks. Even in costume, he had that all-American boy look about him. On his arm was his date, Melinda. She was a vampire and tonight she looked the part. Her short red dress was cut low and her dark hair was straight and slick. She wore black eyeliner to enhance her eyes and blood red lipstick. Her outfit came as a bit of a shock. The girl was usually more reserved. I smiled at them both. "You and your committee did a wonderful job. I'm impressed with how it all turned out."

But then I see two shadows step forward. ‘They’re here,’ my father says. Everyone steels themselves or stands in a fighting stance as two vampires approach. I shake my head of the familiar feelings I always felt around Micah and try to concentrate on the two vampires standing in front of my father with my dagger in hand, ready to strike. The male vampire has blonde hair combed back and wears a black suit with a red vest and shirt underneath. The woman has dark brown hair past her shoulders and wears a two-piece red silk dress. The top is a corset followed by a long silky skirt. They look ready to attend a ball rather than a meeting with werewolves at the edge of the woods. They only appear t

Samael and I relax by the fire for a little while, until Heidi and Harlow show up to help me get ready for dinner. They apply a light layer of make-up on my face, and style my hair in a half up-do, leaving a few curls loose. The dress they put me in is midnight blue, it's fitted at the top but flows to the floor in layers and has dainty lace sleeves. “Do vampires always dress this fancy for dinner?” I ask, as Harlow places a pair of heels in front of me, which I step into cautiously.

she announced to Harry. Consequently, all stopped walking when only ten steps separated them. The three vampires were dressed entirely in black. They all wore long-sleeved shirts and pants and a thick hoop earring in each ear. A crest shaped like an inverted tower had been stamped on them. Their shoes, full of mud, testified to the long walk through the woods they had had to make to get here. The three men had brown hair, and by the scarlet pupils they had, Emmanuelle did not doubt that they must be hungry.

Mortals engage in it for the pure joy of it. The intensity of his passion knocked her off balance, and she cautiously took a step back. "Lover's dispute?The lyrical speech washed over them both like silken liquid. A vampire had emerged from the darkness. He wore knee-breeches, a dark blue habit à la française with shining gold frog-and-button fastenings, and a flaring skirt, all in period-appropriate attire. The exquisite coat's neck and cuffs were adorned with lavish lace falls. He didn't have a powdered wig on, but his long, smooth golden hair was gathered in a velvet queue around his nape. His ethereal features and brilliant blue eyes would have blended in just as well if they had been pa