Her Vampire Master

Chapter Four

The screams through the night were like torture for Elizabeth, she had tried to open the door when it started wanting to warn them. How she regretted not letting them know they were in grave danger, the tray Milos had sat on the dresser sat untouched. Her stomach rolled at the thought of eating knowing that she had was as guilty as the two vampires who had killed last night.

She sat in the closet hugging her knees to her chest, "None of this is real." She whispered to herself in the darkness, hoping it was true this time. She heard the clock of the door as Charles unlocked it and walked in, "Pet?" He called out his voice colored with concern.

She hugged her knees tighter wishing that she could wish herself away from this place, he opened the door and crouched down in front of her. "Found you, Elizabeth you need to come out of there." He calmly said to her, this wasn't the first time in their time together that he had found her like this. She shrank away from him huddling against the back wall, "None of this is real." She whispered.

"Not this again pet." He said with a sigh, he reached in a grabbed her arm pulling her out. He pulled her to her feet and she stared at him blankly, she was in the same clothing she had been in the previous evening. She didn't meet his eyes, it was like she wasn't even inside of her own body.

He sighed as he looked at her, the black wool dress made her look even paler than normal, her hair was wild around her face from where she had pulled it. He grabbed her shoulders, "Snap out of it, you shouldn't have gotten attached." He smiled at her, "The minute they came to work out at this it signed their deaths."

"Why do you do this?" She asked tears welling in her eyes.

"Would you ask a snake why it bites someone, pet?" He smiled as he moved his hand to caress her cheek, "It's just in my nature."

She bit her lip trying to hold back tears as he stared into her eyes, "Don't hold back, you cry so beautifully." He said to her as he threaded his hand through her hair pulling her closer to him. "Don't go downstairs today." He said at least giving her that much, she didn't need to see the blood staining the curtains in the formal dining room from Mary slicing the neck of one of the servants ending his life quickly or the crumpled body of the stable boy lying lifeless in the foyer. They had moved all the other bodies of those who would rise in the evening to the basement, five of the seven would turn.

"Clean your face and come to my room, daddy wants to play." He leaned in kissing her as he pulled on a lock of her hair. He spun away and leaving her to do as told as he shut the door behind him.

Elizabeth made her way into the small bathroom, she splashed her tear stained face with cool water, looking into the mirror as she dried her face she noticed how bloodshot her eyes are. She has bags under her eyes and she looks far paler than normal, she grabs her toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste. The tube is similar to the one in her bathroom cabinet at home although the taste and texture aren't quite the same as what she's used to it doesn't foam. It does remind her that none of this is real and she takes comfort in that thought.

She spits into the sink and carefully rinses out her mouth, she's learned the hard way not to drink from the taps. She made that mistake early on not even thinking about how the plumbing would differ from what she was used to. She had spent several days in bed with horrible stomach pains and much time spent running to the bathroom, she didn't need a reminder after that. She looked at her reflection again, "None of this is real." She sighed and headed out of the bathroom, leaving her bedroom closing the door behind her she made her way down the hallway, "None of this is real." She said again as she smiled, it didn't reach her eyes as she pushed open the door to his room.

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Milos woke with a gasp, his face shifting he was starving he ran his tongue across his teeth feeling the sharp points in horror. He looked around the room to the bodies of his fellow servants and remembered the night before, running away from the monster that the brown haired man had become. He wondered if he would be able to help his mistress or at least bring help back to the house. His screams had brought out the others, Agata the mistress's personal maid had come screaming from the dining room.

Blood staining the curtains as she and the other maid had been attacked while putting out the lights, the raven-haired beauty had turned into a monster just like the man and she tackled the chubby maid to the floor crouching above her body as she sank her fangs in her throat relishing in the taste of her kill.

The stable boy and the coachman had rushed to the house where both were killed, the boy wouldn't rise, but the coachman would. The chef lay beside him, his crisp uniform stained and bloody from the night before, Milos had almost made it to the front door when the monster had pinned him to it, he had whispered in his ear in German so he understood it. "She is precious to me and you will take care of her." Before he himself was quickly killed as well.

He thought of the mistress, he was so foolish to believe that she was kind and generous. She was no better than the monsters, her kindness had been a trap to lure them in. She hadn't saved them from a horrible fate of the workhouses but delivered them into a nightmare of death. He felt naive and foolish as hatred bloomed within him at the thought of her, hiding behind that bedroom door. Safely locked in while they tried to escape the creatures that hunted them, her family.

How was she a human, immune to the same fate as them? The question plagued Milos as he waited for the four other servants to rise and what out the daylight hours.