Free Blue Moon by Danielle Sanderson Page B

are something from a fairy tale, not what I expected the Dark Coven to be like at all, with lush green lawns, stunning flowerbeds, and a beautiful water fountain. Dallah told me that I can tell the royal Witches and Warlocks apart from the non-royals, by a silver ring they wear on their thumb, and to stay away from them at all cost, as they have great power and magic, and subtly telling me that they don’t like me. She also told me that to tell the difference between Werewolf and Vampire, is that a Vampire will breath in your scent when you get close, and a Werewolf will look deeply into your eyes to see the shade, as werewolves have a great sense of knowing what you are by the shade of your eyes, which I never knew.

Chapter Six
     
     
    As it draws close to the evening, the ground floor starts to get a little crowded for my liking; it is hard to ignore the snide comments and snarls that I get of many of the people. Nevertheless, I do, I ignore them all. They think I don’t belong here because I’m not one of them, but they are wrong, and one day I will enjoy showing them so.
    Dallah tells me of a secluded bar on the third floor where no one will bother us, which puts a smile on my face straight away.
     
    We change into our outfits for tonight, again beautiful gowns, I have a white dress on, that is backless scooping down, just above my bottom. Dallah has on a deep purple dress much like mine, but with a v-neck that shows off her breasts elegantly. We do our hair and make-up and sneak off to the secret bar on the third floor, rather than eat dinner with Richard and his merry men.
    “Oh wow this place is ... wow!” I tell her as she shuts the door behind us. The small bar is amazing! Everything is glass, the bar, the stools, the tables, and the retro looking duke box. The floor is black tiled and a stunning chandelier hangs from the ceiling.
    “I know this is my favorite room. What can I get you maim?” She asks me in a terrible English accent.
    “Wow , that was really bad,” I laugh, “A bottle of you finest champagne please waitress.” I tell her, putting on my posh voice, and then winking at her as I point to a bottle of champagne cooling in the fridge.
    “ Oh, you’re good, I didn’t even see that. I hope its Richards.” She tells me, and I laugh aloud because I was hoping for the same thing.
    “So do you think Richard will be mad that we missed dinner?” I ask as I take a gulp of the delicious champagne.
    “Oh, I hope so, could you imagine his face if he saw us here, all dressed up and drinking his prized stash?” She lets out a drunken giggle.
    “Oh damn! What is this stuff? It’s so strong, I have had half a glass and I’m seeing double!” I tell her with a hiccup.
    She near enough falls on the floor in a fit of giggles.
    Man, this is some really strong stuff. Suddenly I feel Angus, it’s as if he had just entered the room with us, but he hasn’t.
    “Angus is here I can feel him!” I tell her excitedly as she looks at me in high spirits.
    “Let's go down and find him, but after I finish this, and you!” she says, while knocking her drink back and lifting my glass to my lips with a mischievous grin.
     
    We stumble out of the bar, and to the staircase, which we walk down in a zigzag pattern whilst holding on to the railing to stop us from falling down in our drunken state. We look at each other and laugh hard, when we realize that Kiss-ass is behind us, and looking so uncomfortable that he actually looks to be in pain.
    A girl walks down the steps elegantly, unlike us, and then her phone starts to ring, which plays an Alisha keys song.
    “OH SNAP!” I laugh as I sing at the top of my voice, “THIS GIRL is ON FIRE, everybody stares as she goes by...” I sing the rest of the song to Dallah with my pretend microphone, as she stands and watches me with an open mouth. By the time I finish, Kiss-ass cannot wait for us any longer and walks past us with a disgusted noise.
    “You never told me