Hortensia
There is nothing in my mind today. I'm on ultra survival mode. Whenever a guard or a vampire comes close to me, I think this is the time they drag me to the torture room and Blaze King stands there. Ready to extract juicy information from me.
My hands are wet as I continue to wash plates in the kitchen.
The water is hot, too hot for me. I know my hands are burning. I can feel them getting red and itchy.
My head is exploding with voices. They get dull but suddenly it feels like someone is shouting things in my mind and they vibrate. I can't describe the feeling. It's like suddenly I'm on some drugs.
A loud shatter makes me snap out of my thoughts. I look behind to see a maid standing, horrified over a plate she accidentally broke.
Everyone halts on their work including me. The vampire supervisor walks inside, her lips pulled back in a snarl.
I pity the girl.
" Who did this? " She seethes. I could see her nails elongating.
Everyone hangs their heads low, staying silent.
I guess even the maids have some kind of a pact.
A proud feeling blossoms in my chest.
But I think the universe is keen on proving me wrong.
The girl who broke the plate points her finger at me. At me!
My eyes widen.
" No! It wasn't me. " I speak up as my hands shake.
The vampire supervisor calls over two guards.
I whip my head around to all the maids standing silently.
I glare at the maid who accused me. There is no guilt in her eyes.
The vampires grab my arms and start dragging me.
I walk however fast I could while matching their speeding.
It was just a fucking plate!
" Where are you taking me? " I question her with a somewhat steady voice.
She whips her short hair when she looks back.
A dangerous glint in her voice.
" To the council! "
What!?
" Just for a plate? " I shriek and dig my feet in the floor.
" A plate? It is a sign of disobedience. And also you made a mistake yesterday but Sir Blaze didn't give you any punishment. That means he wanted you presented to the council. It's a bit unfortunate that we don't do anything without their permission or else you would've been next instead of 307." Her annoying voice makes my heart beat fast.
I struggle trying to break my wrists away from their hold.
The vampire on my left socks me in the cheek.
My head follows my head and I collide with the floor.
Intense pain flares in my face and my body that roughly gets yanked up.
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King Of The Lost || √
FantasyHortensia was dead, supposedly in the records. But for her past life she has been working under the shadows, for the shadows and she had a single target. To destroy the council because they destroyed everything. So she went undercover, as a servant...
