London, National Opera's training rooms




She was twirling on her tow. It seemed easy and graceful from the outside, but she could feel the pain on every single turn. Her points were already worn out, and ragged. She bought a new pair for the new season, but she just couldn't let go of her old pair. Wearing new points was torture, she would have feet full of blood and blisters. Sweat drops were falling down her spine, neck and cheek. She was yearning for cold water. Her hot, tensed muscles were training since this morning. She always came early to rehearse her role. Interpreting Odile from Swan Lake, was her best part so far. She loved her evil, seducing, manipulating spirit. Stealing Odette's love, dark and enrapturing. The audience unable to forget her, marked by every lone move. Although she was still young, the British National Ballet accepted her. Baring the jealous glares and sly tricks from the other girls was easy. She always ignored people. Some would call her obnoxious, because of her cold glance. She didn't care and kept perfecting her technic. Her brown hair was tight in a loose bun. It was flowing out after the hours of training.


As an "almost" new-comer she had to train twice as hard to fit in. An apparent coldness, strong enough to make people shiver, hid a burning passion for ballet. She loved her long muscled legs, her slim and elegant figure. Her strong, arched back, growing Odile's feathers. She would be in her bathroom staring at her reflection rehearsing her moves. A playful smile would grow on her lips, thinking of how silly she was. But as soon as people surrounded her, her cold look wormed in her eyes.


She was still in the main training room, bathed in the sunlight. It was peaceful, although Odette's spirit was still burning on her fingertips. She watched London slowly wake up, through the window. She loved the sight, golden and warming. She felt at peace after the turmoil of Odile's soul. Suddenly her peace was broken by the girl who danced Odette. Odile's sister, pure and beautiful, but she couldn't even remember her real name. And truthfully she didn't care, at all.


"- Hey Amber", the girl said, taking Amber out of her light slumber, "I'm Eleanor, I hope we can be great partners tonight!" She seemed genuine, but Amber didn't care and kept watching the sun rise over the city. And the best she could think of "Fuck off", but she kept it to herself.


"- I know you're not exactly the talking type, but we really need to be in sync tonight", for god's couldn't she just stop talking, but Amber turned around and watched her closely. She checked every single detail. She had a beautiful pearly face, framed by flowing brown hair. Her light curls went down to half of her back. She was wearing the typical dance outfit. Her "justaucorps" was a light pink contrasting with Amber's dark burgundy. Eleanor seemed to be admiring her. Her eyes were beaming at her, almost glowing. Taken a little aback by that reaction, Amber raised an eyebrow. She quickly got over it and turned the music on. The two of them could finally start their last rehearsal before tonight.


Eleanor was in awe in front of Amber's perfect incarnation of Odile. She had thought it since the beginning. It felt real. Eleanor had already danced with a lot of different dancers, different bodies, different interpretations, but somehow, Amber was different. The first time they had to dance together she though it was a fluke, or a joke. "What an obnoxious brat!" was her first impression. But as soon as they started dancing it took Amber only minutes to take full control of her body and the entire dance. She was Odile. She had connected to her in her very own way. The choreograph had obviously noticed and that was why he chose her. A dominant, dark, seducing, enrapturing Odile. Whenever they danced, she could almost feel the black feathers grow out of Amber's arms. Even as a woman in love with a man, Eleanor couldn't help it but feel attracted to her. She shook her head and again stepped up her game. Only when she could see a smile on Amber's face, she knew she was a challenge to her.


Amber was surprised by the way Eleanor moved, it was different then her usual dull performances. She was a great dancer but she had never perked Amber up. But now after a few weeks of rehearsal, she seemed perfect for the role, innocent, pure and sweet. All the things she wasn't and loathed. Her Odile used to be idle and so was Eleanor, but maybe this could change.


After a few minutes the main choreograph came in. He was great at what he does, but definitely an idiot. He looked silly but even Amber respected him for his choreographic skills. This was going to be a very long rehearsal.

Notes

Just in case: Odile is the evil sister (the black swan). Odette on the other hand is the pure one (the white swan).

This is my first fan fiction ever, Harry comes in at the next chapter!!! Hope you enjoy it, and I'm open to constructive criticism so please comment :D

thanks for reading!