Elizabeth

Oh my God, this ballroom must consist of at least a hundred and fifty some-odd people. Though I shouldn't be surprise, our kind have always known how to throw a good party. Only to be able to enjoy it would be nice, but alas I am to be stuck with a pessimistic and slightly demented hybrid keeping watch over her at Nickolas's request. Heaven forbid she be taken.

"God, Elizabeth get that constipated look off your face, it is in no way flattering." The said devil states from beside me. I look over at her biting my lip to keep from saying anything completely inappropriate. Not uncalled for or undeserved. Just inappropriate is all.

"Just help me find him, will you?" I ask in more of a demanding manner only to be answered by a mere shrug and a sentence,

"Or, here's a brilliant idea, I get us some drinks because you look way too damn uptight for being--how old?" she asks.

"I am five hundred years old, Ashlynn." I reply matter-of-factly.

"Ah, then you definitely need a drink." She says as she turns around her ball gown following suit in a flying manner.

"Ashl--" I start after her only for her to cut me off with,

"Nuh uh, little Lizzy, I will be right back, don't fret too much." her voice a mocking laugh as she walks away. I sigh and stay put against my better judgment.

Scanning around the crowded, music filled room I look for the dark haired werewolf, only to come to the conclusion that even if he were in the vicinity that he would be lost in the dancing ball gowns and suits. Looking up at the indoor balcony that over looks the whole lively scene I search in more of an aimless non hopeful manner. Then one person catches my eye. One that shot a spear of panic into my gut.

A hunter of the Ring.

His eyes seem to seek me out, lying, intensely set on mine. I knew in a split second that he was not here for a good time, and that I needed to find Ashlynn.

Ashlynn

I stand in a corner of the room sipping my dark red wine as I watch the witches and vampires and werewolves along with the faeries dance their way around the room. As I turn around to set down my glass I find someone oddly too familiar standing behind the table her eyes dwelling into mine. A hunter.

Keeping my stance still not knowing what to do I look back at her my breath hitched and all control over my emotions gone. It was only fear for what they would do to me if they got me. How I would be tortured, to never die, to forever be put into pain. I look around quickly spotting an exit across the floor. Looking back over at the tall dark haired female, seeing her face change into suspicion. I spin around and run, my vampiric speed kicking in and I'm gone, knowing very well that she is following.