This a preview of my story Callista, for those who are interested please read and enjoy. Other then that I hope you like my own little excert :). Please if you can give good comments!:
"Callista smirked pulling out a bottle of perfume that she had hidden in her dress.
“Callista”
She looked up to see her father looking directly at her. Internally she worried that he had notice the whole scene between her and Dion. Out of the corner of her eye she looked over at Dion’s motionless form. He was looking out he window plain as day, but she knew that inside he felt that same way.
“Yes father?” she focused all of her attention on him ignoring the outside world.
“What is that bottle that you have in your possession?”
“Oh this” she held up the bottle, “Grandmother gave this to me before I left. She said that it might come in handy when I got to the palace.”
“Hmmm spray some onto your person. I am really curious to see which of her ghastly perfumes she gave you?” he asked.
Callista did as she was told holding the bottle away from her body. She pressed down on the top spraying the green mist on her neck.
“Bloody Hell!”
Callista looked up seeing that Dion was looking at her with a look of disgust.
“What’s wrong Dion?” she asked noticing her father wrinkle his nose.
“You smell god awful. It is so sweet that it is burning my nose” Dion replied covering his nose.
She looked at him in confusion. “Only your grandmother would give you such a perfume.” Dante interrupted.
“What do you mean father? What purpose does this serve me?”
Dante gave her a steady gaze. “That perfume you have is used to hide the demon essence that surrounds you. Your grandmother gave it to you so that the vampires wouldn’t find out what you are. It is for your own protection.”
Callista looked from your father to the vial that she held firmly in her grasp. The tiny thing was mainly for her well being and the only thing that she could do was thank her grandmother. She looked taking her eyes away from it seeing that her father and brother were slightly edging away from her.
“Oh come on the smell is that bad” she sniffed the air, “It smells okay to me”
“That because to the wearer of the perfume it smells like that of lavender. Though to others like your brother and me it repels us with just the slightest whiff of it.” Dante explained sitting closer to the window.
Callista glanced over at her brother to see that he was ignoring the conversation. Dion’s head was out the window escaping the smell that was her intoxicating perfume. A look of annoyance spread across her face as she watched his hair whip around in the wind. To her he looked like a dog, his face showed a sense of freedom as he felt the wind against his face. The picture of him sticking his tongue out and panting like a puppy flashed in her mind making her laugh to herself. Dante and Dion both looked at her puzzle with the sudden laugh that was erupting from her.
“Is something wrong Callista?” Dante raised a brow at his daughter.
In the midst of laughter she looked at him. “No father nothing is wrong with me. Its just that I found something funny and I couldn’t help but laugh.”
“And what, Callista, had been so funny that you couldn’t contain your laughter?” Dion asked sticking his head back into the carriage regretting it was his head was safely back in.
“Umm it pertains to a certain young man with his head out a certain window” she stated a red tint appearing on her cheeks, “And his slight resemblance to a cute puppy.”
Dion’s eyes widened at her statement knowing that he had been the only one with his head out the window. His eyes quickly met with his father’s which in turns showed the slightest hint of amusement. Then out of the blue Dante started to snicker at the look on his son’s face. Dion turned the darkest shade of red possible glaring at his sister. She held up her hands in innocence grinning at her laughing father.
“So what in the right mind makes you think that I look like a bloody puppy?” Dion snarled.
Callista didn’t flinch at the sound of his voice. “What you had the look of pure freedom one your face. It looked as if you had not a care in the world, like you were happy.”
Dion stared at her face to see if there was any deception in her words. She stared deeply into her eyes ignoring their giggling father. He saw nothing but sincerity lay behind her hazel eyes, in the end it aggravated him.
“It seems that you sister has you all figured out, my son.” Dante said.
Dion rolled his eyes, Callista smiling at her father’s response to the situation between the brother and sister. The entire situation proved to be amusing for the three of them. The only irony of all this was that, it had been the only source of entertainment for the rest of the trip."
"Callista smirked pulling out a bottle of perfume that she had hidden in her dress.
“Callista”
She looked up to see her father looking directly at her. Internally she worried that he had notice the whole scene between her and Dion. Out of the corner of her eye she looked over at Dion’s motionless form. He was looking out he window plain as day, but she knew that inside he felt that same way.
“Yes father?” she focused all of her attention on him ignoring the outside world.
“What is that bottle that you have in your possession?”
“Oh this” she held up the bottle, “Grandmother gave this to me before I left. She said that it might come in handy when I got to the palace.”
“Hmmm spray some onto your person. I am really curious to see which of her ghastly perfumes she gave you?” he asked.
Callista did as she was told holding the bottle away from her body. She pressed down on the top spraying the green mist on her neck.
“Bloody Hell!”
Callista looked up seeing that Dion was looking at her with a look of disgust.
“What’s wrong Dion?” she asked noticing her father wrinkle his nose.
“You smell god awful. It is so sweet that it is burning my nose” Dion replied covering his nose.
She looked at him in confusion. “Only your grandmother would give you such a perfume.” Dante interrupted.
“What do you mean father? What purpose does this serve me?”
Dante gave her a steady gaze. “That perfume you have is used to hide the demon essence that surrounds you. Your grandmother gave it to you so that the vampires wouldn’t find out what you are. It is for your own protection.”
Callista looked from your father to the vial that she held firmly in her grasp. The tiny thing was mainly for her well being and the only thing that she could do was thank her grandmother. She looked taking her eyes away from it seeing that her father and brother were slightly edging away from her.
“Oh come on the smell is that bad” she sniffed the air, “It smells okay to me”
“That because to the wearer of the perfume it smells like that of lavender. Though to others like your brother and me it repels us with just the slightest whiff of it.” Dante explained sitting closer to the window.
Callista glanced over at her brother to see that he was ignoring the conversation. Dion’s head was out the window escaping the smell that was her intoxicating perfume. A look of annoyance spread across her face as she watched his hair whip around in the wind. To her he looked like a dog, his face showed a sense of freedom as he felt the wind against his face. The picture of him sticking his tongue out and panting like a puppy flashed in her mind making her laugh to herself. Dante and Dion both looked at her puzzle with the sudden laugh that was erupting from her.
“Is something wrong Callista?” Dante raised a brow at his daughter.
In the midst of laughter she looked at him. “No father nothing is wrong with me. Its just that I found something funny and I couldn’t help but laugh.”
“And what, Callista, had been so funny that you couldn’t contain your laughter?” Dion asked sticking his head back into the carriage regretting it was his head was safely back in.
“Umm it pertains to a certain young man with his head out a certain window” she stated a red tint appearing on her cheeks, “And his slight resemblance to a cute puppy.”
Dion’s eyes widened at her statement knowing that he had been the only one with his head out the window. His eyes quickly met with his father’s which in turns showed the slightest hint of amusement. Then out of the blue Dante started to snicker at the look on his son’s face. Dion turned the darkest shade of red possible glaring at his sister. She held up her hands in innocence grinning at her laughing father.
“So what in the right mind makes you think that I look like a bloody puppy?” Dion snarled.
Callista didn’t flinch at the sound of his voice. “What you had the look of pure freedom one your face. It looked as if you had not a care in the world, like you were happy.”
Dion stared at her face to see if there was any deception in her words. She stared deeply into her eyes ignoring their giggling father. He saw nothing but sincerity lay behind her hazel eyes, in the end it aggravated him.
“It seems that you sister has you all figured out, my son.” Dante said.
Dion rolled his eyes, Callista smiling at her father’s response to the situation between the brother and sister. The entire situation proved to be amusing for the three of them. The only irony of all this was that, it had been the only source of entertainment for the rest of the trip."
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