The Bride{Lady Dimitrescu x reader}

Chapter 8

Y/n's pov

I think I'm sick. I'm not really sure actually. Every time Lady Dimit-I mean Alcina comes around me or speak to me my heart rate picks up. I think I might've came down with something because of her. She does drink my blood after all so she must've transferred something into me right?

         "Y/n", a voice called causing me to turn around quickly. "Y-Yes", I asked quickly while clutching the feather duster.

          She swiped her finger down against one of the vases and showed me her finger. It was covered in some dust.

          "You have been doing a bad job at dusting, are you ill", she asked with as scowl. "I don't think so", I replied looking anywhere, but her. She walked closer to me the point where her shadows engulfed me. She bent down slightly and placed her hand under my chon and swizzled my face, not hard but it was still tight.

           "It's rude not making eye contact when I am asking you a question", she fussed then released my face and placed the back of her hand on my forehead.

          "You're hot and I can hear your blood pumping faster than usual", she stated. "I feel okay, I'll get back to work now", I replied trying to get away. "Did I dismiss you", she asked. "..No", I mumbled while taking a small step back a bit. She noticed I moved back and took a step forward.

          "Perhaps you aren't sick, it's something else", she said still taking small steps forward while I kept taking steps back until my back hit the wall. She placed her right forearm on the wall above me while she leaned down to get closer to my face.

          "I recognize that pattern anywhere", she said. "Pattern", I questioned staring up at her. "Fear, you fear me don't you", she asks with an evil smile. "No I'm not", I answered quickly. "If not fear what then", she asked leaning down closer. I looked forward hoping to avoid eye contact with her  only to make eye contact with her cleavage so I immediately looked up.

          "I asked you a question", she asked. "You're pretty", I shouted. Her eye widen slightly as she stood back up again.

         "I uh think you're pretty", I repeated. It was quiet for a while, it was awkward really awkward. She cleared her throat and turned away.

        "Finish the rest of your chores, I'll be hungry soon", she said then walked away. I stepped away from the wall to make sure she exit the hallway before sliding against the wall. What in the dowels just happened?