Look Into My Eyes Ch.11

POV:Rose

I had not studied magic since the death of my family. The night I had lost control of my power. It had put a fear in me that even after I mostly recovered I could not bring myself to even think of over coming. Rebekah had never pushed me to do anything she had only ever tried to make me feel better and love.

As much as in sadden us both though I never truly could let her in. A fear even worse then that of my magic had grown in me the day may family died. No it started even before that. It must have been when they changed to be someone I did not know.

I could not let anyone in my heart. Not if it would only make it break in the end. Not if I would lose them.

But now was not the time to be feeling sad. I had to put on a happy face and go to a party filled with men and women I don't know.

It seems that as over used as the theme was we where having a black and white masquerade ball. I had kicked up a bit of a fuss and so Rebekah had said that if it would make me happy I could pick whatever dress I wanted.

So I picked out a midnight blue, strapless dress that had rhinestones from the top of the bust that spread out as they got to the bottom of the floor length dress. The dress reminded me of a starry night that happened to be my favorite painting.

It also happened to be what was hand painted on to my mask for the night.

My hair had been artfully braided at the top starting from the front of my hair to the back on both sides like a crown. The rest had been left to curl around my shoulders.

I had wanted to keep my dress to myself until I was dressed in it. It had been hard work, keeping it from Bekah, but I had done it.

I looked into the floor length mirror in my room. I looked nothing like myself and maybe that was a good thing. Maybe I could be the bell of the ball for once. Seeing as how it was my ball and all. A small but bitter smile curved my lips.

"Knock, knock!" Came Rebekah's voice as she swept into my room. "You look lovely Rose. I think blue suits you better then black or white." Her dress was white and strapless with black lace vines and flowers that went down the body hugging dress till about midthigh where it flared out leaving a small amount of the dress white before the pattern resumed trimming the dress.

"This just came for you. I don't know who sent it. But I'm guessing a guy?" in her hand she held a single red rose with a long thin box that was held together with a ribbon.

Inside was a neckless that looked rather old and very beautiful. It had a blue stone that was held by metal leaves and a small flower that looked to hold a diamond. There was also a note.

To the lovely birthday girl,

I can only hope that I will get to see you at the ball tonight. For you are lovelier then my eyes should be aloud to see. If you would only wear this tonight then I will be able to die happily if I must. Knowing a goddess has accepted my gift.

"It's lovely! And that letter is so sweet!" Rebekah cried out loudly.

Soon it was time to go down stairs for the ball. I was very happy to get away from all the girly chatter about the gift I had gotten. Bekah had put the neckless on me and it did look lovely but it also gave me a strange feeling. That I had no time to think about.

As I descended the stairs I couldn't help but see and feel all eyes on me. I had never been one to like being center of attention. And now that I was I was wishing I could run away from all of these eyes.

But I held my head high and tried not to think too much about it. I was only two steps from the bottom where whoever wished to be my first (and, hopefully my last) dance partner for the evening. Was meant to step forward. But I didn't yet see anyone waiting for me. Only looking at me.

Then out of seemingly nowhere, but I knew it had to be somewhere in the room, Nik appeared. He took my hand and I did not know if I should be upset or not.

I was happy that I was not all alone but I felt as if he had only stepped up because no one else was going to. I was pulled onto the floor for the first waltz of the night and said as softly as I could "I don't really know how to dance." The panic in my voice very clear. "Don't worry love, because ill tell you something," he leand closely to me "I do." He chuckled slightly and I smiled up at him.

The moment that she held step foot in New Orleans a plan had been set into motion that would change the fate of not just one girl but all of the city.