Natália
“Natália in da house!” The Brazilian laughed happily as she evacuated the dance floor and shimmied her way up to the stage. “This music is getting boring, don’t cha think?!” She giggled as she was answered with a chorus of ‘yeah!’s, continuing on. “Then I say: Out with the old and in with the new!” As the crowd cheered and ‘woop woop!’ed, she moved a bit backwards, seeming to be getting things straight with the Disc Jockey. A grin befell her as a beat began to play and she suddenly spun around to face the crowd. She looked every bit of the stereotypical mainstream vampirella that humans imagined them to be. She moved her hips seductively as she let her gaze fall a bit to the floor before suddenly snapping her violet hues to the crowd, singing in a sassy tone.
“♬Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like? I can always see ‘em coming from the left and from the right. I don’t want to be a priss, I just try to be polite. But it always seems to bite me in the – Ask me for my number, yeah you put me on the spot! You think that we should hook-up, but I think that we should not. You had me at hello, then you opened up your mouth. And that is when it started going south. Oh! Get your hands off my hips, ‘fore I’ll punch you in the lips. Stop your staring at my— Hey! Take a hint, take a hint. No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think. I think you could use a mint. Take a hint, take a hint. La, La, La….T-take a hint, take a hint. La, La, La….♬”
She had the crowd bouncing around with her now as she paced the stage, freely offering winks. She was happy as she sang into mic, letting her powerful voice harmonize with the music, entertaining the masses.
“♪What about ‘no’ don’t you get? So go and tell your friends I’m not really interested. It’s about time that you’re leavin’. I’m gonna count to three and open my eyes and you’ll be gone. One. Get your hands off my—Two. Or I’ll punch you in the—Three. Stop your staring at my—Hey! Take a hint, take a hint! I am not your missing link. Let me tell you what I think. I think you could use a mint. Take a hint, take a hint! ♪”
She bent over, holding out the last note for as long as she could, drawing as many cheers as she possibly could before ending the long note, winking to the crowd with a whisper. “Take a hint.” It was a sultry tone that erupted in another round of applause and cheers as she passed the mic off to the DJ, heading off of the stage and to her car – Or her father’s car. She could never bring herself to call it her own car. She closed her eyes and leaned against the hood, barely listening to the mindless chattering of the other teenagers around her.
Eògan
Eògan had arrived at the party early and was scoping out the young men and women that had arrived, a light smile on his face. When the party had actually started, he found himself bouncing from person to person, collecting numbers from the cute faces and shapely bodies present. He turned to face the stage at the sound of Nat’s voice, grinning widely as she began to sing one of her newer songs. Shaking his head, he began to bob, cheer, and jump along with the crowd, shouting his praises as loud as he could with the others. When the song had ended and she made her way back to her father – Or rather, her father’s car as she would always say, the Scotsman debated following and asking her for a bite to eat; For himself. But he thought about it again and figured that she would likely punch him in the groin for it. Shuddering at the thought, he glanced to his left and caught the sight of another young woman that he knew. Her name was Amara. She was Italian with blonde hair, sea-green eyes, nice curves, bright mind, bright personality, and delicious blood. Yes – As well as his charming personality and scads of cash, Eògan was also known for being an avid blood-drinker amongst both the males and females of Saint Vladimir’s. Amara happened to be one of his favorites. They even used to date a while. Now, that’s not to say that he didn’t care for the people he drank from. He was close friends with all of them. He just enjoyed drinking from them. A lot. He made his way over to her, but was stopped by a tall young man with a bashful look on his face. He had quite the muscular build, startling Eògan a bit.
“Er..hello. Can I help you?”
“You’re a friend of Chace, right? Eògan Badica?”
“That’s me. Need something?”
The boy blushed further and leaned down, whispering into Eògan’s ear. Eògan gave a chuckle and a nod, placing a firm hand on the young man’s waist as he lead him away from the party and into the outskirts of the forest. If anyone went to search for the Royal Moroi, they’d find him embracing the muscular young man against a tree, appearing to be making out. But the scent of blood and saliva mixed would suggest that the charming playboy was doing a bit more than that.
