Over the two weeks that had passed, Elizabeth had easily noticed that Aleksey had been rather guarding over her, but she didn't mind in the least. It was nice to know that at least someone cared- And even nicer to feel as though she had a friend. At least one, who actually cared, and she didn't feel as though they were simply trying to convince or seduce her.<br/><br/>She was sure Aleksey had noticed just as well as herself without any words needed though, that the group of The Guiding Footsteps had pretty much stopped trying to get her to join/convince her to go to one of their parties. Yet, there was Jocelyn, but Aleksey had quickly intervened the girl's attempts each time. She was glad about that, though, but she still hadn't said anything. Naturally, it was unnerving for her to think that she would've gone to a party full of vampires in the beginning, if Aleksey hadn't been there to stop her.<br/><br/>And, she always welcomed the fact that Aleksey always had seemed to either invite her over to sit with his little group it seemed, or even walk with her to the library. But which seemed like something that would be figured from her, Elizabeth hadn't noticed that Aleksey had taken a liking to her. She had easily been shielded by such things, mainly just because in her mind, she didn't see herself as fit for anyone to grow to like more than a friend, anyhow. Of course this was rather negative thinking, but she had never been told otherwise.<br/><br/>But this day had been rather... Different. She suddenly had felt swarmed by the members of the Guiding Footsteps, for that day Jocelyn and a few other girls had swarmed her in the morning, and each time she had tried making her way out- To be away from them, and probably go to the library as she usually did, they had constantly kept her around themselves.<br/><br/>By the time classes were over, Elizabeth had been pretty much forcibly convinced by Jocelyn and the two other girls whom she wasn't sure of their names, to go to some fancy party. But- Elizabeth had tried talking her way out of it. She'd never have wanted to go to such things, having seen what dresses Jocelyn and the other girls were wearing along with the masks. But, Jocelyn had insisted that she still go. Even to the point, which she found strange but should've seen it coming, that Jocelyn had managed to get Elizabeth into a dress that would match the theme and all which had been explained to her, a black one.<br/><br/>And as if to further make it worse (For her at least), she'd practically dolled up, despite her constant protests against Jocelyn but never going to the point of being brave enough to just walk out, had been forced to have makeup put on her. Even if it was just a bit, she still hated it. Joselyn had refused to leave Elizabeth's side either way though, almost as if she were a watch dog- Making sure Elizabeth didn't leave, and that she didn't even think about leaving in the first place. Though, no matter her tries, Elizabeth had immediately just wanted to go back to her dorm.<br/><br/>She had been trudged out by Jocelyn after an attempt (Again) to just leave, into a rather fancy car, and along with Jocelyn and the same two other girls, had been driven off to where apparently, the party was taking place.<br/><br/>---------------------- ~*~ ----------------------<br/><br/>Elizabeth had almost constantly tried shifting closer to the doors the instant Jocelyn had dragged her into the old palace, but was dragged back into the crowd each time by none other than Jocelyn herself. The girl refused to leave her side, trying to introduce her to many people. But Elizabeth hated being around people- Especially -this- many people. She felt as though she stuck out like a sore thumb, but maybe that was just because each time she looked to someone she was paranoid that they were a vampire, from what she knew. And, that thought alone didn't particularly make her feel any more comfortable or safe.<br/><br/>She had already been paranoid just due to the fact that a storm had been going on, and she could hear the thunder just barely from within the building with all the talk from the people around her. But even then she felt nervous and restless. Storms were always a fear- Thunderstorms weren't any different. So it was rare she would stand in once place for long, trying to sneak her way past people towards the doors.<br/><br/>But again, she felt a hand on her arm, and when she looked, it was Jocelyn. Again. "Geez, I just keep losing you!" Jocelyn exclaimed rather innocently, a smile plastered on her face as it had been the entire time. Even if she knew of Elizabeth's eagerness to leave, she wasn't showing it. "You really should relax. You're as tense as a brick, Elizabeth!" She added, and Elizabeth just gave a weak smile.<br/><br/>"Sorry..." She murmured, and Jocelyn just patted her arm. "Don't worry. I'll get you something to drink, alright?" Jocelyn insisted, and before Elizabeth could decline, wanting to claim that she was fine, Jocelyn had already disappeared to go get them drinks. With a deep sigh she thought that perhaps, if she just stood still, maybe she wouldn't be noticed. She didn't want to speak anymore. She felt as though she was constantly trying to be convinced of things by people she was being introduced to- It just made her uncomfortable. She hated being under pressure, any kind.<br/><br/>Glancing about just once to make sure Jocelyn wasn't about to sneak up on her again as the girl ha been doing repeatedly each time Elizabeth tried creeping back towards the doors, Elizabeth let out a small, barely audible sigh again. She just had to hope now, that no one -else- would try talking to her. It simply felt as though that's all people were doing. Yet the most she had said were polite, whispered, "Hello's", to anyone Jocelyn had -insisted- on meeting. Perhaps she would've done fine if just one person at a time- But she was in the middle of a rather big crowd.<br/><br/>And again she found herself trying to make it towards the doors to leave, while at the same time trying to make specific care not to bump into anyone in the least- That always seemed to some how urge a conversation. In fact, she was trying not to even look anyone in the eye, even if they were a distance away.