Angelique looked for many days for Reaver. She couldn’t find him. He was good at hiding himself. Nikolaus walked beside her with his cloak pulled over his head as they entered the gates of Arri. Her father had invited them to stay a few days knowing what she was going through. “You will find him.” Nikolaus words were more of a statement then a question. He could see in how much she wanted to find the man she love and explain to him everything that happened.
The vampire looked at her maker. A frown lining her lips. She still regretted turning her soul off and everything after. She learned after the curse before, she had to live with the things she done, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t move forward from it. The only thing she couldn’t move forward was leaving Reaver the way she did. She wouldn’t let herself think he was dead. He was stronger than the vampire hunter any day.
When she finally reached the manor where his father and his soon to be wife lived, she knocked. Clyde was quick to answer the door, knowing it was his daughter. “Angelique..” He sighed with happiness seeing his daughter. Taking her into his arms, he hugged her close. The vampire melted into her father's arms. She didn’t realize how much she missed him. It had been a few months seen they had seen each other. “Father.” She said into his chest. “I missed you, my angel.” He said with a smile pulling away to look at her. He hadn’t called her Angel before and hoped it didn’t offend her in anyway. All he saw was a smile on her face. “It’s been too long. Come in.” Clyde motioned for them to enter and close the door behind her.
That was a week ago, now it was a day before the ball. Her father had taught her the way of sending a note. It was hard to learn at first but she finally got it. Sitting down at the desk in her room. She stared down at the blank parchment before her. She was hoping it worked. Taking the ink quill she began to write in script writing.
My Dearest Reaver,
I know you probably don’t want to speak to me after
the way I just left you in Adeluna. I am sorry. I have
my soul back. I shouldn’t have done what I did and
I would like to explain everything to you.
I am in Arri. There will be a ball tomorrow night,
I will be there. The one in red. Please, come.
I miss you.
I love you.
Angelique
After signing her name she folded up the parchment. Holding it out in her hands, she closed her eyes. “Reaver.” She whispered his name and the parchment burned in her hands. It would appear before him wherever he was in a puff of smoke. “Please, come.” She whispered as she stepped away from her desk.
After a day of shopping for the right dress,, and a tux for her maker and her father. She finally fell onto the bed. She didn’t need sleep but she let it take her.
The next day was the busiest she had ever seen the down. Looking out her window, she saw the crowded streets. A smile curved on her lips, it was the day of the ball. Soon she was having breakfast with her father, mostly watching him eat and she was drinking the blood provided. The next was getting any last minute thing her father and them needed. Then it was getting ready.
After she washed herself, she sat before the mirror in a silk black robe. Staring at herself, she sighed and finally started on her make up. The vampire placed gray shadow on her eyes, and black painted lashes and her lips a red to match her dress. With a smile to herself in the mirror, she placed her mask over her eyes. A simple black mask with glitter. “I need to try to have fun tonight..” She thought to herself. “Even if he doesn’t come.” She couldn’t be sad anymore. She needed to smile, she needed to laugh.
Finally it was almost nightfall when she came down the stairs. Her hair was pinned back in a twist along the top of her neck. She never wore her hair up, so it was different for her. Her dress was a bright deep red with a very low V neck. A black belt was around her waist with a gold floral buckle. A long slip was high up to the top of her thigh. Then simple black heels. The only jewelry she wore was the necklace given to her by her maker who stood at the foot of the steps.
Nikolaus wore a black simple suit. His shirt white with a ruffled collar with a black black vest. His mask covered half his face. The color black with white and gold swirls. He smiled at her and held out his arm. Looping her arm with his, he lead them out into the streets. It wasn’t long before they walked into the ballroom. “Have a good time tonight.” He said as he turned to her. “You need to.” He cupped his hand on her cheek for a moment.
With a nod, she agreed. Taking her to the dance floor, he twirled her around then placed a hand on her hip, the other held up her hand. They danced around the floor and hopped this night would clear her mind of the past.
