Vampire Diaries Elena Halloween Costumes Novels & Stories

Jesus fucking Christ. Elena descended the staircase like sin learning how to walk. The crimson gown hugged every lethal curve, slit flashing miles of leg with each step. Her auburn hair was swept up in a sleek chignon, exposing the naked line of her back—skin glowing warm under crystal light, those two fragile straps the only thing keeping the dress from sliding to the floor. The masquerade mask dangled from her fingers, black lace and rubies waiting to claim her face. My lungs forgot their job. I adjusted the bow tie just to feel something other than the sudden rush of blood south.

While she was dishing out food to one of the pack member, her nose caught unto an alluring scent, she had the urge to go after the scent and even her wolf was restless but she didn’t as she knew better than to leave this spot. Once she was done ensuring all members of the pack were served, and were actively involve in eating their meals, Elena returned to her room to get herself prepared too. Once she entered her room, she noticed something odd on her bed, and as she approached it, noticed it was a box. Curiously, she opened it and what she saw blew her mind away; it was a gorgeous sherry hill sky blue lace crop top with a floral ball gown skirt.

Aurora replied immediately: "Freak out now so you can be calm tonight. Scream into a pillow if you need to. But when you put on that dress and mask, you become the Masked Queen. Powerful, mysterious and untouchable." Elena took Aurora's advice. She went to her bedroom, grabbed a pillow, and screamed into it as loud as she could. She screamed out all her fear and anger and anxiety. She screamed for the girl who had been pushed down stairs. She screamed for the woman who had been called worthless. And when she was done screaming, Elena felt better. Lighter. Ready. At five o'clock, Elena started getting ready. She took another shower and carefully washed her hair. She dried it and styled it in

She closed her eyes, knowing he was only provoking her. She felt his breath on her neck, “Get ready at 6. I am a punctual man.” He left her and Elena turned to Gina. “Sorry to say, but your brother is a total dickhead.” Elena found herself dressed in a royal blue gown, which had a sweetheart neckline and a long flowing bottom, which flared around her feet. It had a slit too, but Elena wanted her legs covered. The stylist did a smokey eye makeup, put on a dark lipstick on her lips and the hairdresser tied a sleek low bun.

She woke up immediately after he had called her early in the morning, and she wasn’t even able to fix herself before he called her again to tell her that they would be leaving already. Elena wore a simple above the knee blush pink dress with a sweetheart neckline and her gold pendant. She let her hair down and didn't wear any heavy make up as if wasn’t about to go back home to Italy in a pirate jet with a billionaire mafia boss. Elena just weighed as she looked at her reflection on the mirror that they passed by and saw that she at least looked decent enough with her simple dress and comfy sandals without heels.

Elena's voice called from across the clearing. I set down the lights I'd been stringing and headed over to where Elena stood with several senior pack females, all of them examining what looked like ceremonial robes. "We're trying to decide on the final details of Isabella's ceremonial dress," Elena explained, holding up an intricate white gown that was clearly designed to blend human wedding aesthetics with traditional werewolf mating ceremony elements. "Do you think this is too much? I want her to feel beautiful, but I also don't want to overwhelm her with pack traditions she's still learning about."

“You don’t understand. My father—he doesn’t forgive easily. And my brothers—” “Will probably threaten to kill Marcus and then hug you until you can’t breathe.” Victoria smiled. “That’s what protective big brothers do.” Elena wished she had Victoria’s confidence. At six PM, Dante’s doorbell rang. Elena froze. She was wearing her nicest dress—dark blue, conservative, armor disguised as clothing. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. She looked presentable, composed. She felt like she was going to throw up. “I’ll get it,” Dante said quietly. He squeezed her hand once, then went to the door.

Superstition clung to the walls like dust. Elena stood in front of her dressing-room mirror, alone. The costume was little more than gold body paint and chains that draped across her breasts and hips, leaving back, sides, and most of her ass bare. Her skin shimmered under the lights, every muscle carved sharp from weeks of starvation and obsession. She looked like a blade dipped in honey. Valeria knocked once and entered without waiting. She wore the Slave costume again: black straps, collar, nothing else. The leather had been adjusted since the gala; now it framed her completely naked cunt, lips already slightly swollen, as if her body knew what was coming.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

The center was less packed, but there were still plenty of kids milling about. The variety of costumes amazed Leesa. She saw at least a half-dozen vampires and pirates, a couple of cavemen, and assorted devils, hookers, black cats, French maids, princesses and serving wenches. One vampire, already surrounded by a cluster of fawning girls, looked amazingly like Eric from True Blood. Leesa was pretty sure he would not be going home alone tonight.