Old one shot is wrote in 2022:
This was written after I read the second book. I’m going to repost these on Wattpad after I fix some things but rn imma just post for people to read, so disclaimer if there is spelling mistakes or anything like that, I will fix them later. I just can’t seem to care for them right now.
This place is beautiful.
The inside of this ballroom is way bigger than the bureau's. I didn't even think that was possible.
The ballrooms color scheme is gold, white, and baby blue, with tall reaching curved gold windows.
The ballroom floor so clean I can see the reflection of the crystal chandelier above.
Everyone's dressed accordingly, looking right out of some fairy tale.
The men all dressed like prince's, perfectly matching the color scheme of the ball hall. The woman more off theme with their colors, but still everything and everyone looks perfect together. I was nervous I'd be overdressed, Elise helped me pick what to wear for this, she wanted to come with me but I convinced her to stay. We all saw how bad things got last time I brought her with me, I can't have her life in Jeopardy again...
I'm wearing what seems to be a Victorian ball gown, layers of lace, silk, and soft fabric consume me. The gown is a mix of white lace and a off-white pinkish color silk, my corset being same color. My hair flat, smooth, pin straight, and silky. The opposite of my usual big, kinky, coarse hair. My face is covered with a lighter rose gold and white Colombina half-mask that is adorned with an ornate variety of Jewels and feathers. Though the type of mask that I'm wearing only covers my eyes, cheeks, and nose I don't think anyone will recognize me. Despite the the extravagance from my clothes, my make up is very simple just some lipgloss and mascara.
I make my way over to one of the small chairs in the corner of the room.
He's here, I can feel his magic.
That is not something I could do before. Now it randomly happens, Dylan said before our powers call to each other— I may only have 10% percent of my magic but I feel him.
The sound of music begins to flood my ears. I'm sitting right next to the orchestra. There's harp player. She begins to pull at the strings one by one, unleashing a beautiful soft noise.
"This is the opposite of party music," I jumped at the sound of a soft whisper from behind. It's a boy. He's tall with brown hair. I smile at his remark then turn away. My eyes are beginning to dart around the ballroom looking for any signs of the blonde boy I once knew. Dylan has something, that I need. And I have to get it back.
I hear the boy next to me clear his throat, so I turned back to look at him. His arm now reaching out offering me his hand.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Oh um- no thank you.. I'm waiting for someone," I murmured, pulling my eyes away from him, beginning to look for Dylan again.
"Is he here yet?" He questions. Now putting his hand down.
He...?
My eyes darted back to him "how do you know it's a 'he' ?" I questioned.
"Oh okay... no judgement here," the boy implied. Holding his hands up as if surrendering, a growing smile on his face.
Wha- Oh.
"No that's not-... That's is not what I meant." I stutter, slightly laughing at the awkwardness of it. "Sorry l'm just a paranoid person."
"It's fine," He laughs.
Again my eyes go back to looking for Dylan, though I do feel bad for not paying more attention to this boy.
"I can help you find your friend," he offers. My eyes shoot back to him.
"Would you really?" I eagerly questioned, slightly leaning forward in my chair.
"I can help you.... if you dance with me," he offers his hand again.
I do need help. And one dance wouldn't hurt. "Fine. But only one dance."
"Thats fine by me," I take his hand. He begans to lead me to the middle of the ballroom.
The song changes, and others began to join at the center.
"Uh- I don't know this dance," I muttered. I'm not about to make a fool of myself.
"It okay, I'll show you," he smiles, leaning down to kiss my right hand, mimicking almost every other man in this room.
He then pulls my right hand into his left, vertically so our palms are facing in. I place my left hand on his shoulder. And his free hand moves to my waist.
"Your name?" I inquired. Moving to look at him in his eyes, his eyes are a very pretty blue, they seem to be filled with life, and something else... He's taller than me, with warm and glossy chocolate brown hair hair. Wearing an all black suit with a white undershirt and tie. His mask only covers the upper and right side of his face. A gold, black, and white Phantom mask.
"Right foot forward," he instructs, as he takes a step back with his left foot. At the corner of my eye I see the rest of the ballroom follow. "And It's a masquerade ball for a reason, not knowing who people are is what makes it fun."
He's right. And even if he did tell me who he was I wouldn't do the same, I even straightened my hair so no one would recognize me.
"Fair enough."
"Left foot back, then I'll spin you." He explains, I do as he says before he brings his arm up and I move into an underarm turn, following the lead of the others in the room. "So uh- this boy- or girl your-."
"Boy... it's a boy." I Interrupt, correcting him.
"Okay, so this boy is he your friend or...boyfri-," the end of what he is saying gets quieter.
I laugh at the question, "Boyfriend? No. The farthest from it. He's a frie- enemy.." I explain, sounding very unsure of myself.
"Frenemy?" He contributes with a growing smile. I laugh at his words.
"Oh I wish, this boy actually hates my guts." I feel more free with the dancing, I still don't know what I'm doing but I seem to be fitting in with the with the dances more.
"What'd you do, Break his heart?" He jokes. He lets go of my waist and my hand slide it off his shoulder, swinging me around into another spin, my free arm going open seeing the rest of the ballroom not doing the same. I gasp as he pulls me back into him before quickly dipping me.
Show off.
"No. I actually didn't do anything, but be me." I regretted my response as soon as I realized it might change the 'happy' mood.
I am unapologetically me, and people hate that.
His face drops at my response, and he clears his throat.
A second later I see a mischievous smirk on his face as our faces meet again. "Well that's stupid, may I ask why are you so paranoid?"
"I'm trying not to trust people so easily anymore, every time I do it never ends well for me."
"Do you trust me?" He questions, staring right into my eyes. They seem to be more intimidating than before.
I found myself debating whether I'm going to tell the truth or not.
"No." I managed to get out, "but don't take it personally."
"It's all good, I still get my dance." He shrugs. "I like your hair by the way."
Of course, the one thing that I change about myself. I still take it as a compliment, my hair does look good.
"I like your eyes."
Why...
Why...
Why...
"My eyes?" He taunts.
"Yeah, uh-that was not supposed to be my response." Embarrassment washes over me. "I meant to say thank you. But it is true you have pretty eyes."
"Well thank you for that," he laughs again.
Dylan...
I soon remember why I'm here, my eyes begging to look for him again.
The boy obviously takes note of this." I told you, I'd help you find him, if he's even here."
"He is. I know he is... I can feel him, his magic," in a room filled with supernaturals, saying this is nothing crazy.
"You can feel his magic?" He raises an eyebrow.
"You ask a lot of questions."
"I want a lot of answers."
I don't know how to respond to that.
"Well... I know it's weird, I can't really explain it. I just know he's here" I stuttered.
"No need," he responds.
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"Uh- so can you help me find my friend now?"
He pulls me closer, where he is now next to my ear. "I had a good time, Amari." He whispers right before turning me into another spin. Letting go as I spin into the middle of the dancefloor.
Amari.
"Hey, how'd you know my na-," I turn around to look at him, but he's gone. It's like he vanished into thin air.
You've got to be kidding me. Of course this happens to me, now I've wasted time and have to look for Dylan alone.
I've looked for 10 minutes, and I'm done he's not here, I don't even feel anything, not anymore.
I make my way to the exit, annoyed by the fact that Dylan's gone and I wasted my oh so precious time with some stranger.
On my way out, someone grabs my arm.
"Ma'am?... Uh, this was left for you." Says a tall lady wearing a suit, she's a guard, handing me a bouquet of flowers. The petals are of sparkling clear glass. And they twinkle like a rainbow.
They seem somewhat familiar...
But I don't know from where.
"Uh, who is this from?"
"Oh the handsome gentleman you were dancing with."
I move my attention back to the bouquet. In between the flowers I see a small black card. It's shiny and blank on the outside. When I open it up, a few butterflies with red and gold wings shoot out of the card followed by matching glitter and sparkles, they flutter around me for a few seconds before disappearing.
The card is all that's left. The message on the card is written in gold.
I truly enjoyed our dance.
And just so you know, I don't hate you... I just want you dead :)
-Your Frenemy, Dylan.
I'm frozen. I don't know-...
How did this even-
The boy is Dylan?
the one who I was dancing with? I totally forgot he can change his appearance.
And his eyes..... I knew it.
He is messing with me.
And its working.
"Uh- i- thank you..." I mumble turning to the nice lady, before walking away.
