A/N: Ava's dress at top
"They've done it again." A deep, unrecognizable voice says. Oh fantastic, random stranger is in the same bedroom as me, I wonder what can go wrong.
A body dips beside me in the bed, warmth instantly surrounding me. Oh, at least I'm not alone.
"That's great, now can you leave me and my mate alone? I was just about to wake her up." Daniel complains. A low chuckle comes out of the other guy's mouth.
"Alright, I'll back off, big bro." Big bro? Daniel has a sibling? I should really attempt to know him better, for all I know he can have another. What's his favorite color anyways? Or food, music, hairstyle, art, or anything else. He's a total stranger to me yet we share a soul.
The door closes, and I open my eyes for the first time.
"You didn't tell me you had a brother." I mutter. His eyes burn into mines.
"Well you didn't ask."
"Now I'm asking." I state.
He rolls his eyes.
"That was my younger brother, Joseph. I also have a sister, Rose. You'll be meeting them today. For dinner."
I repeat his words in my head, trying to let it sink in. I'm going to be having dinner with the Cage's. This wasn't unexpected at all!
"Thanks for the late notice, wouldn't want it any other way." I say sarcastically. What if I needed a mani-pedi or something else that human girls do?
Oh, what am I saying, I'd never do something as ludicrous as that. I don't care what kind of technology the salons have nowadays, I'm not allowing any type of contraption to shift the natural state of my cuticles.
He simply smiles and winks. What a passive aggressive way to say 'I don't give a fuck!'
"You've been scheduled to have a dress fitting in..." He looks at his watch, "20 minutes from now. Good luck!" He says cheekily.
I'll kill him later for this.
Oh what am I saying? With a face like that, I find it hard to do anything but fantasize of kiss him.
I bring my whole suitcase into the bathroom, which is practically the size of my old house, and lock the door. There could be a horny Prince out there, you never know. Though, I doubt this would hold him back.
When I take my clothes off, the shower gets turned on.
I stifle a laugh. I'll always love tumblr for that weird pun. What a silly human website.
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After rejecting Daniel every time he asked to join the shower with me, I finally finished getting dressed into a nice, blue blouse and a pair of jeans. Hopefully, they'll let me stay with this, instead of whatever tight, royal dress they plan on sticking me into.
Hey, maybe if my hair's in a bun, I'll look fancy enough to be recognized as the prince's mate!
What am I thinking? I'll look as fancy as a trash can on Christmas.
I open the door, expecting to see Daniel or maybe even a sibling of his, but instead there's a maid. Or I think she is one, I can't tell. All I know is that her glasses is way too small for her big ol' eyes and her head is too big for her body. For a second, I could've sworn I saw Dobby.
She scolds me.
"You know us Treasurers are mind readers as well."
Well sorry, I forgot that I'm a secretly Jesus and a know-it-all. Oh wait, that's you guys.
Instead of saying anything back, she sighs.
Treasurers are basically a walking dictionary, encyclopedia, text book, anything and everything. They spit out facts like their life depends on it, but it tends to get annoying. Very easily, very fast. The King probably has them here to help him when he needs to create a plan or ask for directions, or anything similar to that.
"I'll be showing you to the dressing room, which is on the 73rd floor, to the left, exactly 281 steps. 322 if you like to walk at 1.2736436 miles per hour." She tells me. I fight the urge to groan, kick and scream, or run away like there's a sale on blood bags. Do you see what I mean? Next thing she'll say is about how many millimeters more there is to reach it. Someone, please drive a stake through my chest.
The whole walk there consisted of me kindly telling the lady to shut the hell up, her nagging about me and bragging about her intelligence. If I were to shorten it, I would say "I think the devil is jealous of how much more pain this lady caused me than him." The amount of times I was dying to suck her blood is more than she can even count.
"18 more meters and we'll reach our destination." The treasurer informs me.
"Alright, mind telling me how many inches up your ass my foot would be if you keep talking?" I ask sweetly, hoping she understands what I meant. She pales and doesn't reply, quickening her pace to add distance between us.
Unfortunately, she gets over her fear of me very shortly.
"We're here, stupid." Oh yeah, and she developed a new nickname for me. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
I sigh in relief, barging into the new room. I'll finally be rid of her.
Another vampire stands there, looking through the walk-in closet. A ton of dresses lay in a pile next to her, all looking either too short or too elegant.
She whips around, her red hair cascading part her shoulders, and welcomes me.
"Hello there! Are you the Prince's mate?" She wiggles her eyebrows, making it seem as though a worm is on her forehead. I internally barf in disgust; was that suppose to be sexual or creepy?
"Yes, I am." And proud, I add in my mind.
She claps her hands in glee, "let's get started!"
Using her vampire speed, she gathers all the clothes and practically shoves them in my face.
"Before you came here I sensed your size in bra, panties, jeans, shirt, dress, and shoes so don't worry!" She says with an overly sweet smile on her face. I don't like this girl. She has this aura of fake-ness around her. If I let my guard down for one moment, I'll probably find her sticking a sewing needle in my eye.
I awkwardly walk to the fitting room and look at all the dresses she had for me. Is it really that extreme for me to meet the rest of his family? These clothes look like I'm either being the bride in a wedding or volunteering at a strip club. I'm sure the last one will totally give me the right impression.
I take the first five and try them on as quick as I can. None of them scream out "this is for Ava Smith!" Well, I don't believe any of them can, but it can't be impossible since I'm walking here with enhanced senses and fangs.
The same for the next five, ten, fifteen, twen- I've found the one.
Being at 5'3, I've never really imagined wearing a long dress. They have always made me look and feel like a toddler, so I steered clear of them. But this is one perfect for my height.
The dress is a bright red that pops out, reminding me of a certain liquid substance. It has a slit straight down the middle, revealing my tanned right leg. It shows quite a bit of cleavage, but it's not like I have a lot to begin with. I'm a member of the itty bitty titty community and (somewhat) proud.
