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Nourishing Vipers

"NOOOO! Let me go! Don't touch me! DAMMIT! LET ME GO!", yelled a teenage girl, as three men in guard uniforms pulled her into a salon with gold-framed pictures all over the walls and two massive red couches in the middle. In one of them sat a tall man, sipping a glass of red wine and humming in a low tune, as if he was oblivious to the shouts behind his back. At the exact moment when the girl discovered the man, she stopped struggling and her mouth and violet eyes both went wide. If one of the guards had not held her upright, she might have fallen down. All her strength left her and her knees wobbled. "No.", she whispered. "Cousin? Why would you still want to see me?" Do you want to kill me as well, she thought fearfully. The man didn't react at all, just swirling the wine in his glass and humming the tune to its end. He had murky brown eyes and thick brown hair with slightly curly tips. If not for being in this big salon and wearing a suit, he may not have l

Misery

Inside the carriage Katherine was sewing. She knew it wasn't the ideal task for sitting in a carriage, but reading books while riding made her nauseous and she didn't have anyone to talk with. The only one who could talk in her entourage was riding at the very front and didn't really seem to be a nice character. But what could she expect with her cousin selecting them? At least he assigned her a maid - a mute one, of course - and let her choose her own clothing. Not that that was worth anything, as clothing wouldn't help her get out of his claws and the maid apparently had a crush on Ethan, so she would be more of a hindrance than anything else. Naturally, that was all within his calculations. Sighing, she wanted to set another stitch as the carriage rocked and she pricked her finger instead. The sixth time today. It was a wise decision to take the pricey red cloth, otherwise the blood would've already ruined it. Three whole weeks of travel and she didn't get

Mission Impossible

At the entrance to the dining hall the butler halted. He knocked two times, before pushing the seemingly heavy oak door open. "Milord, Lady Katherine Mary Balder has arrived." With that he stepped to the side, holding the door open for her. Waking inside, Katherine felt the temperature drop suddenly. Her eyes searched for the cause, a swelling fear in her stomach. Although the storm was ceasing outside, the clouds still lingered and created a gloomy atmosphere. Her side of the long dining table was well-lit by candles, but the other end was shrouded in darkness. A shudder went through her body as she met a pair of blood-red eyes, looming in the darkest black. They were the eyes of the god of slaughter himself: cold, murderous, detached and overflowing with a calculating evil intent. His presence filled the room up to the ceiling, freezing the air. It was hard to even breathe. Aside from his eyes and a bight glimmer of hair, his lineaments were cast into shado

Casting Shadows

The butler closed the door behind the last maid carrying the remains of the dinner out. With only him and the Earl left, the tension vanished as well. The Earl seemed to deflate like a balloon, sinking deeper into his chair. The red eyes looked tired, as if he was dragging on with pure willpower earlier. A hint of desperation showed, before he closed them, leaning his head of white hair back against the wooden chair. Nothing was left of the person the maids deemed a demon. Only a tired youth overpowered by his fate. Silence lingered in the corners of the big dining hall, so present, that it seemed to slow time itself. The room stilled, while the wind in front of the windows whispered of times long past. The Earl though didn't remember any better years. There was no memory of the time before struggling to live. No good times, no sweet words, no smiles. Nothing. Why did he hold on still? He didn't know. Hope is the worst demon. It makes us try and try again while all common se

Fighting Poison (1)

The morning sun wasn't half up, yet the trampling of foots and clinking of arms awoke Katherine from her sleep. Startled, she called for Hazel, who rushed in from the room next door. "Milady, there seems to be a disorder in the mansion. They have sealed off the whole building. Should I inquire about the circumstances?" "Please do." Katherine, meanwhile, washed herself and dressed in a simple green gown. Hazel was there in time again to lace her corsage. She should request for an extra maid soon to help her out. "So?" "The whole mansion is in chaos. Someone seemed to have poisoned the food. Fortunately, the Earl wasn't affected, but two maids, the gardener, the cook, and three servants have lost consciousness. They are searching for the culprit now." "Lost consciousness?", Katherine repeated. "Are there other symptoms? What is the Earl doing to help?" "He ordered the captain of the guards to investigate and his personal doctor to tend to the affected.

Fighting Poison (2)

The symptoms were exactly as Hazel had described them. All seven of them were unconsciousness, sweating and had black veins under their skin. What confused her though, was the location and spreading of the veins. Six people only had few black veins in the abdominal area, while the seventh… it was hard to find places were he hadn't any. Not that she'd seen their whole bodies herself, but the doctor, an old man with glasses, had described it to her and he had taken off the seventh man shirt to let her see. She blushed looking at the bare skin. It wasn't right for a proper Lady to see this. Well, she had always been a bit to wild to be a 'proper' Lady anyways. And, oh my, he was such a magnificent piece of art. Starting from his perfect face over all this smooth naked skin down to his slender hips she couldn't find any flaw. Well, maybe his upper body was a bit haggard, but that was all. Somehow the black veins, like a confusing pattern on his slightly pronounced abs, m

How Astonishing

"Did she infect herself?", the earl asked the butler. They were inside of his study. Rows and rows of bookshelves stood to both sides of an imposing dark-brown table. The Earl was seated behind it, the back facing a big window. According to the sun's position it was shortly after Katherine had treated the patient."Luckily, no.", Sam responded, pensive. "I'm afraid you underestimated her capability, Milord.""As I underestimated her impulsiveness. She's too easily offended, although this head of hers is working quite well otherwise." The Earl sighed. "Was I still as childish as her with seventeen, Sam?""No. But, if I may say so, Milord, that is incomparable.""Oh?" The Earl lifted an eyebrow. "How so?"Seemingly feeling uncomfortable, the butler pressed his lips together but decided to speak in the end. He phrased his words carefully. "Different from Milord, she never knew hate or sorrow while growing up. She met them only recently. Pure trust in

Gathering Information

Slowly, Katherine lowered her spoon. She didn't think her question would touch such a sore spot in Hazel. To be exact, she thought nothing about it while asking. It was just curiosity. Now, however... Had the mistreating Hazel experienced something to do with sexual harassing? Rightful outrage filled Katherine's soul. Whoever dared to bully her maid, she would squash them. But before that... "Relax, Hazel. I won't force you to talk about it. But if you need help with something or someone to talk to, tell me. I hope you can see me as a friend some day." Surprised but still wary, Hazel blinked up to her. "... Thank you, Milady." "You're welcome." Katherine started eating again. "Can you answer the other questions then? About friends and what you like to do in your free time. Are there any nice spots around here?" Relieved, Hazel nodded. "You could say I'm friends with the cook. However, all servants other than me are past their fifties, so real friendsh

Dangerous Creatures

Although the mansion was gigantic, most of the rooms were empty shells. Well maintained, but otherwise forgotten. The only exception was the dining room she visited the day prior. "How long does the earl live here again?", she asked her two guards, who, after longer inspection, didn't seem to be as bad as she thought. "Almost two years.", the bigger one, Pete, replied. "And he never held a ball or social gathering or whatever?" "Never." "Any visitors?" "Only two were received by him personally: prince Aston and you, milady." "If you can call that personally.", she grumbled. She'd thought about bypassing the earl and finding someone else to help her reclaim her freedom in the row of his visitors. Without social gatherings, however, he really left her with no choice. "I don't want to seduce that demon." "What did you say, milady?", Hazel asked innocently. Katherine blushed. "I said... I want to search that dungeon

Creeks and Creeps

"Do you know the sound of a pig being slaughtered?", Frey asked and scooped the soup into his mouth. "I think I head one tonight. Couldn't sleep because of the squealing." Some heads nodded approvingly. Frey hopefully made puppy-eyes at the girl by his side "C'mon, Lady Kathrine, let's look for the corpse. It might still be out there!" He always had the weirdest hobbies. Or maybe he just used every possible way out of boredom. Katherine raised her head, her face uneasy, but serious. "I'm sorry, it is too dangerous. I can't let you into the forest…" Into the forest… into the forest…, the leaves whispered back. There was a clearing with a creek flowing between the weed. It was a hot summer day and birds flocked in the higher branches of the trees all around, singing mourning melodies. A little girl in a white summer dress played the flute to accompany them. She sat on a stone near the water, her black hair swaying softly with the wind.

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