Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story by H.T. Night Read Free Book Online Page B

Dracula himself, I was enjoying the irony of going to a party where actual vampires were going to attend as I was dressed like the most infamous one of all time.
    Once we exited the subway, the stadium was straight ahead and to the left. We made our way through gate 6 and entered the stadium. The inside of the stadium was rather dark, which made me a little uneasy and there was loud music playing which was really too loud for werewolf ears. The party was in full swing down on the baseball field.
    My group stepped out of the bleachers and we climbed over the wall at about where third base would have normally had been, and headed out into the field. This party was one for the ages. You couldn’t even recognize that this was a baseball field. They had built a dance floor all the way across the outfield. There were tons of lights and a lot of people dancing. It was a hoppin’ party.
    I could see that there was plenty of alcohol pouring and whatever other recreational fun people had brought with them. It definitely looked like a good time.
    There was D J at about where 2 nd base would be and behind him was the bar area where people could chill out and talk and have a few drinks.
    Both families were well represented at the party. Even the older Montagues and Capulets had come out for the celebration.
    To my surprise , there seemed to be a pleasant ambiance and everyone was having a good time. We made our way behind the DJ to where the alcohol was being served and helped ourselves to an open bar. My group consisted of my cousins and closest frie nds: Benvolio, Balthasar , Abram , and of course , Mercutio.
    We stood at the bar and all ordered more tequila . We were definitely a tequila crew. We tried other drinks but there was something very festive about tequila.
    The music was pretty thumping and suddenly , something caught my attention and caused my heart to do somersaults. It was the girl from the subway. I looke d out onto the dance floor and , for the second time, I sa w the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her features were intoxicatin g. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair and she was no taller than five feet two inches tall. She was wearing a little white gown that made her look like an angel. It was laced and she danced in a way that drew me in.
    Me rcutio and Ben both saw me staring at her. “There Romeo goes again , getting tripped up by a woman , ” Benvolio said as he followed my eyes to the dance floor where she was dancing alone .
    “Who is that?” I asked.
    “You know her, Romeo . We all had middle school together when we lived closer to the Upper East Side .”
    “I have no idea who she is, ” I sai S+0">
    Mercutio looked her over and agreed with Benvolio. “She has slimmed down a bit and got rid of the braces. It also looks like she ’s growing her hair longer than I remember. That is Juliet Capulet. ”
    “She ’ s a Capulet?” I asked, as disappointed as I ever asked a statement in my entire life.
    “Not only is she a Capulet , s he is the daughter of the head Capulet himself, ” Benvolio said.
    “The head honcho?” I asked.
    “Yup , ” Mercutio laughed.
    “Man, yo ur luck is off. Wasn’t it Rosaline a few months back? She was a Capulet,” Mercutio laughed. “ I think you just have a thing for blood suckers. ”
    “Well, in the get-up he’s in,” Benvolio added. “She is right up his alley.”
    I looked at Benvolio who was still in his h igh heels and miniskirt and shook my head in pure disappointment.
    “If I were you, I ’d back off on this o ne, Romeo,” Mercutio said. “ You have no chance. Her dad will kill you himself. ”
    I could not break my gaze from her. Then Mercutio grabbed my face because he knew better than anyone when I was smitten. He kn ew I was in some major trouble. “Look at me, Romeo. It isn’t going to be worth the trouble.”
    “I don’t care,” I said .
    “He doesn ’ t care! ” Ben laughed. “Then by all means , go make your move , big