The Maid And The Vampire Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 17 ADRIA’S POV My heart began to beat fast without rest, and I began to drag my body back little by little. But the Great Vampire’s steps seemed faster than the pace at which I moved. But to my surprise, the Great Vampire only picked up the book that had fallen, which was beside me. Even as she picked up the book, I still felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest. The three Vampires rushed in, looking like they feared that she had seen me. But to me, it seemed like she didn’t see me. She couldn’t purposely ignore me as she looked like a really thirsty vampire.

The famished vampire enquired looking down at Mauve. "I'm sorry my Lord, but worry not! We will at the soonest time have the book." Mauve elucidated, almost hiding her fear to convince the predator that was ready to tear her into pieces. "The so-called MOON CRAWLER is strictly under my spell, history will repeat itself, my Lord!" She continued to elucidate with a cautelous smile disclosing her wily nature that for an inexplicable reason infused a peal of hollow laughter from the vampire. "Daughter of the Aclina?" He asked whilst pacing with delight back and forth, his eyes carefully trained on hers.

' He sighed. 'You know how scary it was for me to spot a hard on the first day I saw you. Fuck! It was confusing to me and do you want to know why? ' He rhetorically asked. 'Because you did what no other girl could do. You reminded me of the Vile nanny, only that it was different. Different because while what she did caused both physical and mental torture, your presence seemed to repare it all without you having to do a thing.

He towered over the small, trembling maid who stood before him, her eyes wide with fear. “What?” With a deep growl, Vector demanded, his voice laced with a menacing edge that sent shivers down my spine. The maid fumbled with something in her hand, her fingers shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to keep hold of it. “You…you have a call, ma…master.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes darting nervously like a thief caught in the act. Then, her gaze fell upon me, and her cheeks turned a deep shade of scarlet, mirroring my own embarrassment.

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

The familiar howls of distant wolves echoed in the stillness, a haunting soundtrack to the complexities that defined my newfound existence. The burn on my hand throbbed with a dull ache, a tangible reminder of the physical toll of supernatural encounters. I inspected it, the minor injury serving as a grounding force in the surreal aftermath. The window offered a view into a world governed by instincts, hierarchies, and the unspoken language of the supernatural. With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window and faced the reality of the room when there was a sudden, frantic knock on my door. Startled, I opened it to find a maid waiting outside. She looked nervous, like she had seen a ghost

Two of them stand by the door while the other carries a tray with a carafe of fresh blood, still steaming, and two empty wine glasses. “I’m just making a point to introduce myself to everyone in this court,” Matilda says, motioning for the maid to set the tray down on a nearby table. “Guests included.” She smirks around the word guest. “It must be so… degrading, doing what you do.” “What?” Matilda motions for the maid to leave, and she does, taking her comrades with her. Closed in alone again with the icy vampire woman, I maintain my position at the end of the bed, praying Emelda gets her soon.

Xavier did the same as I pulled closer to him. “Who could that be?” I whispered, asking in a low toned voice that sliced through the air. “It had to be a maid,” Xavier assured, his hands grazing mine as he stepped forward. I watched him pace sharply to the door and gripped the door knob as he opened the door and I caught the figure of a maid. My heart beat increased pace at the sight of the chilling midnight black pair of eyes that stared back at me. The maid standing at the other end of the room wasn't just any other ‘maid’, she was Caroline.

The maid had never learned to be quiet around the young vampire prince. Without permission, she opened the door; took two steps into the room; and screeched like a banshee at the sight of the gory scene. Hitching up the hemline of her gown, she spun on her feet. She was alerting the entire mansion, and… and he had just…

The first time he stole my first kiss, and now he has stolen my first time. If he takes everything, then what is left that’s mine? At the thought of my first time, heat floods my face. Oh Lord. The sheets. Wouldn’t there be blood? What if he comes back to it? I waste no time in running down to his room. But upon getting there, I hear rustling from inside. One peek and I find it’s the maid, and she’s already taking the sheets off. “Madonna. Always coming home injured and making extra work for me.”