Authors: P R Mason
“I suppose they have so many around the property they’re sure we won’t escape.”
The door to my room opened again, its knob slamming against the wall behind. Rom and I both jumped as Billy barged through.
“Douchebag?” Billy roared. “Thanks Taylor. Everybody in this stupid castle calls me that. Like it's my name or something.”
“Well, if the bag fits..."
“The prince even threatened to install me as the Baronet of Douche.’”
Rom and I both laughed.
“It’s not funny.” Billy's spoke through clenched teeth.
“Come on.” I wiped tears out of my eyes. “It's funny.”
“How’re you gonna get us outa here?” Billy demanded. “The food is terrible.”
“That the only reason you want to leave?”
“No of course not,” he stated. “So whatya gonna do?”
“No idea.” I shrugged.
“That definitely isn’t funny.”
“I’m not joking.” I crossed to the bed, sat down and began to pull off my shoes.
“If you get Juliette killed, I’ll strangle you, Taylor.” Billy held both hands toward me as if to put them around my neck.
“Cease threatening Kizzy else you will be the one — ” Rom warned, his face reddening.
“Rom,” I pleaded. “Don’t.”
After standing, I took a moment to luxuriate in how much better my feet felt no longer trapped in those tennis shoes.
"Have you seen Juliette?” I asked.
“No.” Billy 's face contorted for a moment before he brought it back to neutral. “I keep asking, but the prince refuses.”
Walking over to the wardrobe, I then opened it and found a particularly gorgeous lavender ball gown with pearls sewn into the bodice.
“Perhaps we should all get ready for this ball or whatever tonight, ” I examined the matching lavender silk shoes sat on a shelf above the dress. "The party’s the thing wherein to catch the conscience of the prince,” I paraphrased Hamlet.
“Huh?” Billy grunted. “I don’t think that guy has a conscience.”
“Never mind, douchebag,” Rom said.
My honey's American English really had improved
, I thought.
The ballroom at the foot of the grand staircase glistened under the twinkling lights of three enormous crystal chandeliers. Musicians at the far end of the room played a waltz while elegantly clad couples twirled, as if floating, on the dance floor. Other partygoers lined the perimeter, chatting to each other in clustered groups.
A quick scan of the room failed to produce the sight I most wanted to see: Juliette.
Having dressed in the lavender ball gown, I’d tamed my wild hair into an upsweep that took roughly fifty bobby pins to achieve.
I looked pretty good
, I thought. Rom was typically gorgeous in a tuxedo with black bow tie.
Taking Rom’s arm, we descended the red-carpeted treads of the staircase. Abruptly, the music stopped mid-tune. The dancers jerked to a halt. The groups ceased chatting and their heads pivoted in our direction. Every eye in the room stared up at us. The expressions on their faces swiftly went from placid interest, or perhaps minor boredom, to what could only be described as hungry. One hundred pairs of eyes reddened and gleamed. One hundred sets of lips curled back to reveal elongated, sharp incisors. Vampires. A ballroomful of vampires.
Rom and I stopped our descent.
A hiss began with one guest at the back of the ballroom. The sound spread until they all seemed to quiver, like cats eyeing a bird. Obviously, it was just like that, except we were the birds. At any second I expected them to break and run at us. If they did, we’d be torn limb from limb and drained dry.
The wigged butler at the double doors to the ballroom knocked his six foot gilded staff against the floor.
“His Royal Highness, the Prince Leopold,” he announced.
The double doors swung open allowing the prince, clad in a tuxedo that fit him like a second skin, to sweep in with Eugene scurrying after him. The prince glanced about the room taking in the tableau. His serene smile quickly fell into a scowl.
“What is this?” he bellowed. “These are our honored guests.” He marched forward and stood between his subjects and us. “Disrespect for my guests shows disrespect for me. And disrespect for your sovereign is treason.”
The prince wound his way among the guests, glaring at each until their teeth disappeared out of sight and a civilized veneer dropped into place.
Several guests visibly backed away, bowing.
“That is better,” the prince pronounced with a smile. “Music,” he commanded and the waltz resumed.
Once the dancing began again, the prince proceeded to the foot of the stairs. Rom and I descended to join him. When we reached the bottom, I curtsied. Or at least the best curtsy I could perform.
This seemed to please the prince.
“Excellent,” he exclaimed glancing from me to Rom. “You both are quite elegant tonight.”
The prince held out his hand. I placed my hand in his and he brought the back to his lips for a kiss.
“I am so happy you finally accepted my invitation, Kizzy. We shall play chess later. This time in person.”
“Your highness. Where’s Juliette?” I asked.
“Oh come now, dear Kizzy.” The prince placed my arm through his before walking me further into the ballroom.
Over my shoulder I saw Rom scowling.
“You must be patient. All in good time,” the prince continued.
Billy appeared from a corner of the room, nervously jerking at the sleeves of his tux.
“Ah, but here is your other friend,” Prince Leopold said.
“Still haven’t got him to produce Juliette?” Billy tugged at his collar. “You’re such a loser, Taylor.”
The prince's brows converged in a vee. “Your antics have somewhat amused me since your arrival," Prince Leopold said to Billy. "But that amusement wears thin. And tonight you behave as an ill-mannered oaf. I do not think I will make you a baronet after all.”
The prince leaned in. "Take care or I shall remove more than just the possibility of a title."
Billy flushed but, for once, had the good sense to remain quiet.
“Nevertheless, you are wrong. I will show Kizzy her stepsister.” The prince inclined his head to a guard and the uniformed ghoul crossed the ballroom and then exited.
In short order the double doors opened wide and a flatbed gilded cart rolled in.
The music stopped and the vampire partygoers fell into silence as they parted to make way. The ogres pulling the cart brought it to a halt in the center of the room.
Positioned atop the flatbed was something that resembled a giant ice cube. Inside the cube stood Juliette, her hands pressed flat against the surface. Her mouth moved, but no sound escaped her enclosure.
“Juliette,” Billy cried.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of two ghoul guards holding him back. However, no one stopped me. Running as fast as I could in the high-heeled dress shoes, I pulled the hem of the dress up so as not to trip.
Who cared if I was showing my legs to every Tom, Dick and Vlad in the place?
Drawing the skirt up further, I climbed onto the cart and placed my own palms against Juliette’s. The surface felt like glass but was cold to the touch.
“Help,” Juliette mouthed.
“I will,” I mouthed back to her. Turning to gaze over my shoulder at the prince, I asked, “What have you done to her?”
“Why nothing,” Prince Leopold replied. “She is perfectly safe as you see.”
“Safe in what?”
“A universe of her very own." He grinned. "When I discovered from my ghoul Stephan that you wished to send him through the portal in order to obtain Juliette’s return, I of course took action to prevent this.”
Stephan, dressed as a groomsman, bowed to me from his position near one of the exits.
The prince motioned and a figure stepped forward. The man, or whatever he was, wore a fez hat and an ill-fitting, tattered brown smoking jacket over white dress shirt and black pants.
“The royal court’s wizard, Gethin,” the prince said, pointing to the fez wearer. “He cast a spell removing Juliette from the universe of the Dorcha so that she could not be pulled back into your world when Stephan returned. Ingenious really.”
“Yeah,” I murmured. And just how were we going to break this spell? I’d left my watch in the guestroom. Nevertheless I knew pretty much what it said. We had less than seven hours to figure out a way.
“Orchestra. More music,” the prince ordered.
After a few random notes, another tune began. Couples commenced dancing again, this time circling the cart.
“Come Kizzy.” The prince held his hand up to help me climb from the cart and then he led me to the front of the room. “We shall have a dance."
“Bitch!” Billy screamed from the sidelines.
Prince Leopold turned a glare on Billy. "I warned you." The prince snapped his fingers at a guard. "Take him," he ordered.
As the guard dragged Billy away, I heard him call out, “I’m gonna kill you, Taylor.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Billy was the least of my worries. Although I, as one of the teens he'd tormented, would have liked nothing more than for the prince to feed Billy to the nearest ghoul, I felt obligated as a fellow human to step in.
"You're not going to have anything permanent done to Billy are you?"
"In deference to you, dear Kizzy," Prince Leopold replied. "I will merely have him taken to his room and give him an opportunity to calm himself."
I nearly laughed. Billy had been sent for a time out.
A snap of his fingers brought another ghoul guard running to the prince's side. He whispered to the guard who nodded and scurried away.
The prince put a hand to my waist and whirled me into my first waltz ever. The last thing I wanted to do was dance, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to deny the vicious vampire...particularly when I wanted his cooperation.
Although I didn't know the steps to the dance, I needn't have worried since my feet barely touched the floor. The ease with which the prince handled me, spoke volumes about his supernatural strength. We twirled around the room and each time we passed her, my eyes met Juliette’s inside her cold prison.
After the dance was over, Rom claimed my arm and led me away. Prince Leopold took the arm of a beautiful vampire and returned to the dance floor.
“We shall not go near the refreshment table,” Rom said as we walked “Punch bowls of human blood, eyeballs as appetizers—”
“Enough,” I groaned. “I get the nauseating picture.”
“We must escape.”
Obviously. But what do you suggest?”
He had no answer.
Somehow we ended up on the terrace. The night air was refreshingly clean and brisk. Beyond, and partially hidden in the shadows of the night, lay the gardens. We wandered down the stairs and made our way to an illuminated fountain with a representation of some goddess and water spitting from an urn. In the pond of the fountain enormous orange Koi swam among the lily pads.