Love and Deceit

Arisha Masood.

Love And Deceit. ©

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The princess's eyes searched for the source of the pull she felt.

She ran her drooping gaze over the patrons of the bar, searching for someone she knew was here. She didn't really know who it was... but what she did know, was that it was someone important.

At least for her.

She ran her gaze once more over the crowded bar but it was really hard to distinguish anyone in the dim lighting, especially the people crowded over the dance floor.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Her head throbbed from the loud music that blared from the speakers and her eyes couldn't concentrate on anything for more than ten seconds.

She really shouldn't have drunk so much. One would have thought being a Vampire would reduce the effects of alcohol. Honestly, that was what she had thought when ordering drink after drink and chugging it down in a couple gulps.

Oh well, now that she was already quite thoroughly drunk.. She waved her hand in front of the bartender's face.

"Get me another one of those fruity drinks." She slurred.

The bartender's brows rose as he looked at the empty glasses in front of her, but obliged all the same. He put the glass in front of her and eyed her, pretty sedulously, if she might add.

She knew she looked ravishing in her super-short black dress and makeup, with golden hair open and cascading down her back.

She gave him a grin and snatching the drink from the counter in front of which she sat, she swigged it in a single gulp and slammed it back on the counter.

Looking at that drink, one might have assumed it to be harmless. After all, what could a bright pink colored drink do?

Even it's taste was deceiving, sweet with just a hint of sourness. But now that she'd drunk, what? Seven glasses? Eight? She didn't quite remember, but the drink had definitely taken effect on her.

She got up from the stool and swaying a bit, made her way towards the dance floor. She pushed through the mass of people, not bothering to mutter apologies in her wasted state, and stumbled towards the centre of the dance floor.

The pull she felt to something... or someone, was just a dull throb in her chest now, and she could have easily mistaken it as the effect of the loud music. And she did. She blamed the music for it, not even trying to make her drunken brain comprehend or contemplate it.

She stood in the middle of the dancing vampires for a few moments, her eyes closed, letting the music relax her and take away all thoughts and worries.

She pulled her hands up her body, to her head and letting them stay there, gave herself completely to the music.

In no time, she was moving with the rhythm of the music, her steps and moves in perfect tempo in the midst of the people.

She danced and danced and danced, not caring how much time passed or about the fact that she'd snuck out of the castle in the middle of the night, or that someone would find out she'd snuck out.

She swayed with the bodies around her, not bothering to answer the men that came and tried to lure her out of the bar, and somewhere private. She simply ignored them until they went away after a few caresses and tries to kiss and woo her. She didn't even bother looking at them, her eyes above their heads and a flirtatious smile on her face.

When a pair of warm and muscular arms wrapped around her waist from behind, she should have ignored them too.

But she didn't.

Because there was something different about them. A lot different.

Sparks ignited her skin where he touched it. She automatically leaned into the welcoming warmth of his arms, for they felt like home. Like they were meant for her and her alone.

There was the same pull at her chest, this time undeniable. For a moment, she thought it was Darian. That he had found out she had escaped from the castle and following her scent, tracked her here.

But she was proved wrong by the husky whisper by her ear, for it was far different from Darian's voice.

"We finally meet." He drawled, his hot breath fanning her neck and ear, making goosebumps rise on her skin. "I have been waiting for so many years..."

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This wasn't a chapter. Well, at least a complete one. It's part of a chapter that's yet to come.

Love,

AM