Evianna: Why isn't anyone believing me?? It wasn't intentional, I am not foolish to deliberately damage something of such immense value. However, the accusing stares directed towards me converted an undeniable message: my words would fall on deaf ears, dismissed as mere fabrications. In all my existence, I have never felt such profound helplessness. It felt as though the specter of death loomed mere moments away. I would willingly shed tears of blood if it would convince them to believe me, yet they showed no interest in hearing my side of the story. "Please, it wasn't intentional" I don't know why I'm pleading and I didn't realize when a tear fell out of my eyes, made me wonder if it was the helpless state I'm in right now that caused it, or if it was fear; fear of what he would do to me when he finds out, fear that he might shoot a bullet through my head the way he did to the auctioneer earlier. The fear loomed large, haunting me with the prospect of meeting my end at such a ten
Darren: Staring down at my new slave who knelt in front of me, the right side of her cheek had a red print on it and I immediately knew someone touched her, the sight annoyed me. I don't want anyone touching her except me, ALONE! Tracing the map of her skin with my hands alone. To create a trail of sensations that she alone would recall. Upon discovering the broken pottery in my room, I felt a surge of frustration. It was one of my mother's most treasured possession, holding sentimental value beyond measure. However, as I looked into her tear-filled hazel eyes, my initial anger wavered. Though tempted to still punish her, I had to attend to the fact that someone dared to lay a hand on her. Her body flinched involuntarily as my hands brushed over the spot where she had been struck, silently conveying the pain she had experienced Growing increasingly impatient, I demanded once more with a low voice "Who did this to you, dear?" Her watery eyes shifted towards my left, revealing t
Evianna: As I stood in the same position, my disapproval of conveying his orders became palpable. My mind raced, desperately searching for any excuse that could divert his attention away from me. I should have known that complaining about my dress to him was of no use, something in my mind was telling me to run away, but where to, I wouldn't even reach anywhere before he grabs me back to him. "I'm sorry, Master. Cecil told me to finish my work up here after an hour and return, or else she would punish me for coming late" I lied— a big fat useless one. Useless in the fact that he is the one that does the main orders around here, so disobeying him to go meet Cecil was trash I came up with. My excuse was futile, as it was clear that his orders held ultimate authority. Disobeying him was a foolish and ill-conceived plan. I don't even know how I came up with that, I just spat it out as it flowed to my lips. I bowed my head, and turned away, not waiting for his response. I picked up
Darren: With a smile on his face, the elder asked, "Why would you put me through the stress of coming here when you would have just swung by the courthouse for a relaxed chit-chat over a cup of blood?" Walking into the sitting room, I sat down on a couch positioned across from his, facing him directly. Choosing not to address his question. I had no intention of stopping by for a casual conversation with him. There was no particular reason or desire on my part to engage in a chit-chat with him. "I have no time for chit-chats," I said plainly, not ready to feed his thirst for getting information from me, which is the reason why he was here in the first place. A soft chuckle escaped the elder's lips, signaling his amusement. Amidst the elder's chuckles, a maid entered the room carrying a tray with two cups. She placed one on the table beside the elder and then handed the second cup to me. Receiving it, I closed my eyes, taking in the alluring aroma of the blood, which was unmistakab
Evianna: "Answer me" I heard his voice echo through the walls of the hallway, looking up to meet his gaze. I should have known that everything about me screams nothing but disaster, I hope he doesn't go to the upper floor, or else I'm screwed today. It's not been up to twenty-four hours since I was brought here, and in all honestly, I'm ashamed of myself. Thank goodness Cassius came by when I was walking down the stairs already, and not when I was still up there. Or else, I can only imagine what I would be in right now. Hopefully, Cassius doesn't have any suspicions. Just as I started to respond to him, my stomach chose that exact moment to make a grand entrance, growling loudly and interrupting the atmosphere. My eyes widened in embarrassment, and I quickly moved my hands to my tummy, attempting to suppress the noise. Would this day just end for me? I can't count how many things I've faced already. Feeling embarrassed by the situation. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and bit
Darren:As I gazed down at her, the name "Evianna" effortlessly slipped off my tongue. Her lustrous brown hair gracefully flowed down her shoulders as she cleaned the sheets with her legs, an action that would typically provoke annoyance if any of the other maids did it. Strangely, I felt no inclination to reprimand or scold her for this. My eyes alternated between flickering shades of red and black, but this time, the insatiable thirst for blood did not consume me. There was a different longing within me, something else I craved. My fangs emerged, and I couldn't resist running my tongue over their sharp edges before inhaling sharply and redirecting my gaze upward, away from her. The sensation overwhelming me is as unusual as the situation itself.For hours on end, I lingered on the balcony of my bedroom, my gaze fixed upon the expanse of the forest stretching out beyond the mansion. It had become a routine, an accustomed habit that I found solace in, even as the darkness cloaked the
Evianna: ~Evianna, you need to leave this place~ I jerked my eyes open when I heard something like a whisper, sitting upright on the bed, I switched on the lamp on the table beside my bed and looked around the small room, my heart pounding in my chest, a cold shiver running down my spine. I glanced up at the small window as I could feel a gaze on me from there but I didn't see anything. That was strange. Cause I could feel a gaze on me while I was sleeping, but looking around now, there's nothing here. I can be a heavy sleeper at times but for some reason, it felt so real. I couldn't wade off the feeling that something was there a while back and that it isn't just my mind making up things. Standing up, I strode to the window and peeked outside but I didn't see anything there, just the darkness of the night and the tall tree from my window, my eyes were glued to the tree as I felt something staring at me. Out of fear, I closed the curtain which was opened earlier and walked a
Evianna: I was woken up by the loud sound of something hitting my door, with a frown on my face, I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing my palms on them as I stared at the door. I looked up at the window and stood up to my feet, angrily walking to the door as the person outside wouldn't stop banging heavily on my door. Opening the door, I came face to face with the raging Head maid, looking down, I saw a big plank on her hand which I presumed she had been using to bang on my door. I didn't do anything wrong, so what's going on again? "Do you realize what the time says? It's ten minutes after 7 AM and you are still inside sleeping when you have a chore to complete" she said in rage and it was at this moment I realized what was going on. "You aren't ready yet, you are the first to break the rule of the 6 to 7 AM cleaning of the master's bedroom," she looked up at my hair. "Go get ready, Evianna!" Nodding profusely I immediately shut the door close, resting my back on it as I heaved a