This chapter was inspired by the song Just A Little Girl by Trading Yesterday. Sorry that this chappie is so much shorter than the others, I promise you the next one will be longer. :)
Ellianna’s POV
“Thank you so much, Emily,” I gushed as I strolled down the hallway alongside the bubbly, blonde, maid.
She glanced at me, eyeing the pale blue dress she let me borrow, and smiled.
“No problem,” she sighed, “I was meaning of get rid of it anyway.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and after we eat, I’ll give some more clothes. I have a lot that are getting too small.”
“What do you mean ‘after we eat’”? I wondered.
“I mean that it’s almost lunch time!” she shouted while dramatically waving her arms.
I blushed as my stomach growled in agreement to her statement. We both burst into a fit of giggles.
“Well then, let’s hurry it up to the dining room, then!” Emily yelled.
I grinned. “Yes let’s.”
So we rushed down the hallway. My borrowed shoes clacked loudly against the floor. And my braided hair thumped against my back. Skidding to a stop, we moved slowly into the large dining room that was now filled with people. Maids, butlers, gardeners, concubines, were all sitting together.
Abby noticed us immediately and sauntered over to us.
“Hello, and who might you be, little lady?” she questioned.
I laughed, “It’s me Abby, it’s Ellianna.”
She hit me lightly on the arm. “I know that you silly young’un. Now let’s go get the two of ya something in your bellies.”
I let Abby guide the way towards the back of room where the kitchen was, while Emily ran off ahead.
“So…we’ve got some meat and potatoes, but that’s mostly for the men, ‘cause that’s what they like. Hm…there’s some veggie soup, it’s nice and hearty, and I bet you’ll like it. How ‘bout it?” Abby wondered.
“Soup sounds good.”
“Alrighty then! Soup it is.”
We walked up to the table that was set up with food, and a plump, lady, with bright, red hair, gave me a large bowl of soup and a toothy grin. I thanked her and turned around to find a seat. I took one on the end of the middle table. Everyone offered salutations and warm smiles.
With the bowl of soup before me, spoon in my hand, and joyous people surrounding me, I felt the most happy that I have felt since I came here. But that happiness would end.
As I dipped my spoon into the rich soup, a loud bang resonated around the room. What was that? I wondered, setting my spoon down on the tabletop. I looked up, glancing about to find the source of the sound.
It was the door. In the doorway stood an extremely livid looking Marcus and he was staring right at me.
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Bloody Shackles
VampirgeschichtenIn a society where vampires are superior to humans, Ellianna feels it's a privilege to be the personal servant of Marcus Ishkov, except that he's known through out the world to be extremely cruel to his servants. Will Ellianna be able to melt the he...
