"I don't care what you were doing young lady!" An angry woman's voice shouted. "Go to your room!"

"Please, just let me expl-" The girl taking the verbal abuse begged.

"Now!" Her mother cut her off again.

The girl sighed, defeated, and slowly climbed the stepped to her room, locking the heavy door behind her.

"Why won't she listen?" She asked herself, laying down on her unmade bed and folding her hands behind her head. "I didn't even do anything, I just watched."

The saddened girl, who we'll call _____ from now on, let out another destressed sigh.

_____ closed her eyes for a long moment, only opening them when she felt a cold chill enter the room and something that sound allot like a window being forced open.

Her eyes snapped open and she propped herself up on her forearms. "W-who's there?" She asked quietly.

Then someone chuckled. "You know you look silly posing like that." He said.

"Huh?" _____ whipped her head around, to her window.

It was open completly, with a man wearing a long, midnight purple coat sitting on the ledge, a smirk on his lips.

"Ah, hello Lady ____."

"W-who are you mister?" She asked, her voice timid as she quickly pushed herself out of the 'silly' position.

"What a nice question, you may call me Vladimir, or Vlad for short." Vladimir flashed a wide grin, showing off his enlongated and pointed canines.

"Your teeth!" _____ exclaimed. "Why are they so....pointy?"

Vlad chuckled again, laughter shaking his chest. "Have you ever heard of a vampire, my dear?" He asked.

____ nodded.

"Then I suppose you could say i'm one of them!" He leapt from the window still to the side of her bed.

"Lady ____, why don't you come with me? I have something to show you," He said. "I think you'd like to see it as much as i'd like to show it to you."

He kneeled and extended his hand towards _____.

_____ hand shook as she took his. It wasn't in her catious nature to outright trust someone, especially someone as mysterious as Vladimir seemed.

But there was something about him, that made her feel secure. Something in those mischievous red eyes of his...

Vlad grinned again. "Excellent choice, M'Lady."

____ couldn't help but smile too.

Vladimir lead her to the window he'd come there, gripping _____ hand tighter, he turned towards her.

"Hold on tight."

A split second after those words came from him, He stepped up and jumped, taking ____ with him.

"What are you doing!" ____  screeched when they took off from her bedroom on the third floor.

"Close your eyes." Vlad's voice changed from childish to stern.

____ let out a small sound that could only be described as a squeak, but did as he said.

"Now open them." His voice was back to it's childish demenor.

_____ opened her eyes and gasped.

"Wow..." Was all she could manage for the first few seconds. "We're flying!"

"I know." Vlad flashed another grin at her. "Believe it or not, the best part has yet to come."

"This is amazing!" ____ shouted again, looking down.

City lights twinkled below her, making her glad that she didn't fear being up high. She looked over at her vampire guide, finally noticing that they were still holding hands.

She blushed. "D-do you have to hold my hand?" Her voice cracked.

"Actually yes, if I wasn't, you wouldn't be able to share this with me." He explained. "But don't fret, I like holding your hand."

____ blushed harder. "O-Oh...Vladimir." She returned to vision to the city lights.

It was silent for the next minute or so, but not an awkward kind of silence, a peaceful kind.

Then Vladimir's voice piped up again.

"Oh, would you look at that, M'Lady," He pointed with his free hand to something in the distance.

"What?" ____ lifted her head and followed his gaze.

She did see something, it looked like a glowing orange ball, like something was on fire.

"W-What is that?" She asked, more of curiousity then worry.

"That's where the monsters go to dance." He closed his eyes dreamily, adjusting the tiny tophat that sat somewhat angular on his strawberry blonde hair.

"The monster ball." ____  giggled.

"Hmm, nope, but close." Vladimir grinned yet again, then began descending.

~~

"What is this place?" _____ looked around in awe when her feet touched the flat ground.

The bright orange glow turned out to really be a fire. Across from where they stood, it was burning brightly. The flames jumped and flared, eating up a wooden statue that resembled a skeleton.

"Well, it has no offical name, so you may call it what you like." Vladimir gently let go of her hand as ____ looked around some more.

"Why don't we dance?" Vlad turned to her, holding out his hand again.

"I would...but I, um, I can't dance." _____ admitted, looking at the ground.

"Of course you can, My Lady!" Vladimir exclaimed. "Just follow my lead."

He grabbed ____'s hand and pulled her through the crowd of dancing people.

Everyone looked rather...strange. But not in a bad way, some had tails, animal ears, or oddly marked skin. These 'deformities' didn't make them look ugly, instead it made them look special, like beautiful aliens or glowing elves. The clothes they wore looked strange as well, almost like they got dressed in the dark or like Halloween costumes.

Vladimir set one of his hands on _____'s shoulder, moving her to the melody then dipping her. Their faces were only inches apart, _____ felt her cheeks heat up but Vlad's face kept it fair tone.

"Tonight," He whispered. "The monsters are gonna dance."

He smiled that stupidly happy grin again.

Then, the music changed. It was fast paced, loud and very upbeat, but without any lyrics. The bass thumped in _____'s ears as her and Vladimir danced, it was like slow dancing up much faster, almost so that she couldn't keep up.

Vlad spun _____ around again, but let go of her hand so she spun into another man. This man wore a tophat similar to Vlad's, a blue jacket and matching cape.

"Hello love." The blonde flashed a small smile, before he spun her around again and away.

This same pattern continued for the next few minutes or so; ____ would run into someone, they'd dance for a few moments then send her off to the next person.

Each person looked completly different then the last.

I've underestimated how many people are actually here. ______ thought, as she was sent away from a short man with silvery hair and violet eyes.

A second later, she crashed into what she hoped to be the final person. The music slowed again, _____ looked up at the person who had her hands.

The guy was fairly short, barely taller than her, dressed in a white tux with a red flower tucked in his collar and relaxed, plum colored eyes.

"Hello, you must be Lady ______." The boy looked at her, eyes half closed. "Vladimir has told me of you."

"He H-has?" _____ asked, unsure if she should be flattered or scared.

"Of course, it's no wonder he invited you to join us." The man flashed a grin, like Vlad's, minus the fangs.

"So, you're a monster too?"

"Mhmm, a Dream eater, I make people's most inner thoughs become animated." He said, twirling ______ under his arm. "You may call me Saxon, Lady ______."

"Oh OK, can I ask you something?" _____ looked up at him again.

"Anything, what do you want to know?" Saxon answered.

"Why did Vadimir bring me here? What's so special about me?" She asked.

"Ah, an odd question, and sadly one I cannot answer." Saxon shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because I do not answer thing I don't know."

The music sped up again as Saxon spun _____ around, but instead of pulling her back like last time, he let her go. _____ was used to this by now, she let herself move until being caught again.

"Oh, you're back." A faimilar voice said.

"I suppose I am." _____ smiled shyly.

"I must say you look beautiful." Vladimir set his hand on her waist and swayed.

"Hmm? I look the same way I did when you spun me away."

"Not exactly, take a look at your clothes."

"...?" _____ looked down at her clothes and let out a silent gasp.

Her white blouse and jeans had been replaced with a knee-length, dark red dress. The sleeves were sheer, the side was slit to her thigh and the cape was short and black.

"Wow, I look like..." She searched for the right word. "Like a dark empress!"

Vladimir let out a loud laugh. "You could say that, but I think you look like the queen of vampires." He said, pulling the same red flower from Saxon's collar out of her hair and presenting it to her before she had a chance to wonder how Saxon planted it on her.

"A pretty flower for a stunning queen."

"Thank you Vlad." _____ took the flower from him, blushing lightly and sniffed the rose. "That's so sweet."

"It's nothing at all, M'Lady."

"Is there a reason you keep calling me 'Lady'?" She asked.

"Well...." Vladimir looked away, _____ could almost swear there was pink on his cheeks. "There's no real reason, you are our special guest tonight, but the title 'Lady' means elegance, someone beautiful and classy."

"And that's what I see in you, a lady that has yet to see that."

"O-Oh, thank you....Vlad." _____ blushed harder but kept her head up.

"No need to be embarrassed, i'm only telling you the truth." Vladimir twirled _____ around again, then dipped her.

Their faces were even closer then last time, but for some reason, _____ didn't feel her face heat up.

The blonde vampire's face hovered barely above hers for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned closer and closer until their lips brushed.

_____ closed her eyes to the gold glow that cast shadows across their faces, the music seemed to mute, as did the action around them.

The kiss seemed so perfect, that was, until they finally parted.

"Ack!" _____ shot up, her breaths coming in short and deep.

She was back in her room, sitting on her unmade bed, her door closed and locked, her window shut.

"It...It was just a dream." She whispered. "But, it was so vivid, it seemed...so real."

_____ frowned. "Vladimir...h-he's just a dream, like Saxon said- just part of my inner thoughts."

The girl closed her eyes, frowning deeply and sighed, sad that her perfect moment was just a dream.

~~

"Oh, Lady ____." A boy in a dark purple coat sighed, crouching on a tree branch.

"Something wrong?" The boy's friend asked.

"She just looks so unhappy."

"Well, she is human after all, I still don't know what you see in her, Vladimir."

"Can't you see it, Saxon? She's....special." Vladimir sighed again. "Maybe one day i'll be able to show her what we see."

"Oh, I think you will, my friend." Saxon hinted a light smile that went unnoticed in the dark.