Her Vampire Master

Chapter Two

Elizabeth winced as her knees hit the floor of the carriage awkwardly, Charles climbed in behind her moving to sit beside Mary. The dark haired woman rested her hand on his thigh, "Be nice luv, I know you missed her ever so much." She whispered to the tall man beside her, a dimple flashing at her as he smiled.

Elizabeth moved to sit across from the couple, only to stop as Charles eyed her with a warning growl. She sat back down as he knocked on the roof of the dimly lit carriage to signal to the driver that they were ready to go home. She tried to relax her body to get ready for the bumpy ride home but knew it was useless. How she longed for the smooth drive of cars from her time.

She watched the couple above her, Mary trailing her fingertips over the man's thigh. "She must have been so lonely, no one to play fun games with our little doll." Mary smiled at her reaching a hand out to trail it across her face, patting her cheek before pulling back.

Elizabeth felt her cheeks reddening, she had missed the two even if she didn't want to admit it. She had been with them since she was sixteen and had accidentally flung herself into the wrong time, four years is a long time to spend alive in the company of vampires.

She thought of all the times they had forgotten to feed her or that she was mortal, the scars on her body would remain a grim reminder. They were always careful not to harm her face in all of their games. Charles leaned his hand down to help her off the floor, "Come here pet." He smirked at her cautious glance before she accepted the proffered hand.

He helped her find the seat across from them in the darkness, she moved to smooth out her skirts as they bounced along, it was smoother than most carriages but still rather rough. She watched the lovers in front of her as Charles moved to wrap his arm around the pale woman beside him, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "Do you think our pet missed playing with us?" He smiled against her skin as she moved to allow him better access.

"I think her wet soft parts did," She said with a sigh as he moved to nip at her ear lobe with blunt teeth. "All alone at night and aching for your touch." She giggled as she moved her hand to caress his semi-erect c**k through his trousers.

"Such a naughty kitten." He smirked crookedly at the woman across from him, his eyebrow raised at her. Her cheeks flamed with warmth, she had gotten used to the quiet in their absence and the words they said were affecting her even if her mind rebelled at the thought.

"Did you do as asked?" The man questioned, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.

"Yes, I set up the house as asked." She answered already knowing the question. "Seven servants from the workhouses with no families, trained how you like them, and loyal." She swallowed feeling her face pale, knowing that tonight was the servants last night alive. She couldn't warn them or she herself would suffer his wrath, she had tried before previously. The maid didn't escape but instead had her neck snapped, Elizabeth had been whipped and beaten for her troubles.

"Good girl," He said with a smile, "I'll give you a treat later for that." His eyes gleamed with hunger as he watched her, Mary leaned into his side. "Such fun to be had and no more rumbly tummies or aching soft wet parts for our pet." She clapped her hands in anticipation, seeing the lights in the distance.

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Despite the late time of night the house was well lit with gaslights and fires blazing is the bedrooms to ward off the nights chill, the servants were all abuzz with excitement as the mistress's family was coming to finally join her.

They weren't used to her foreign ways, she spoke oddly to them. Like they mattered and it made them quite proud to have her as their mistress, she had them add herbs to the fireplaces once the fire was started that filled the house with the most amazing smells. A smell, that Milos had come to associate with everything good in his life.

He straightened his vest as he went about the rooms making sure everything was ready for their arrival, he was the majordomo of the house. The mistress was kind and generous, he couldn't wait to meet the rest of her family figuring they would be the same. She had the kindest eyes of anyone he had ever met, bottle green like sweet smelling perfume had come in. They suited her pale skin and red-blonde hair well, she wasn't born rich of that he was sure.

The servants gossiped about it behind closed doors, he did his best to try and quiet them though. She loved to read, how he longed to be able to understand the words on the pages he read. She would spend hours sitting in the window reading the sunlight making her hair look like fire as she pushed it out of her way, she liked hot tea with a little honey when she read in the afternoons and he enjoyed bringing it to her.

He knew the other servants knew little secrets about her, how the chef learned she was American when she mentioned a dish she would like to him, or how her personal made said she liked lavender sprigs added to her bath water. They watched over her carefully, making sure the other servants didn't steal things or take advantage of her kindness. He knew the neighboring servants looked down on her for her treatment of them, coming from the workhouse she paid them too much and treated them too well. They had run off two of the servants who didn't seem to deserve her kindness.

Milos made his way to the front door as he heard the clattering of horse hooves coming up the drive, it was proud of the new life he had started and thankful for his position in the house. The house was cleaned to perfection, he and the staff had made sure of it so she would be proud to show it to her family.

He opened the heavy wooden doors watching the carriage get closer, he waved to the coachman as he came to a stop. Quickly moving to set the steps down and open the door, a brown head of ruffled hair poked out of it as he moved to jump out paying little attention to the steps as he held out a hand to help out the most beautiful woman Milos had every seen her raven hair and dark eyes contrasting sharply with her alabaster skin. He wrapped his hands around her slim waist as he spun her out of the carriage to her delight.

Her laugh a gentle sound in the dark night, he was entranced at the sight of her. Ruby lips smiling as her pale hands sat on the man's shoulders, she leaned in to kiss his cheek. His mistress waited at the door as he kicked himself for his lapse, he held out his hand as she tentatively made her way down the steps. She thanked him in English before releasing her mistake and switching to the German he was familiar with, it was little things like that about her that he enjoyed.