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ARIANA'S POV.

"You're a bit slow, princess. I can tell you haven't had much blood to drink." The stranger commented, in a voice as smooth as honey, and for some insane reason, I blushed.

He was wearing perhaps the whitest suit I'd ever come across, with a white shirt which had three opened buttons. On his fingers, were a set of black rings, and he looked to be twenty-two or twenty-three.

"I was a human for most of my life, so blood-drinking isn't really my thing." I said, as we wedged in between dancers.

He gave a half-smile, "Do you want to dance the way of the vampires?" He asked, with mischief glinting in his eyes, and I smiled.

"Show me what you got. I can take it." That was my smiling reply, but my body wasn't as prepared as my words. All of a sudden, he took my waist, lifting me in the air, and spun with extra vampire speed.

I screamed, but my scream was covered in the loud music.