King lazarus (Book 2 Of Mystic Series)

Tough day?

Elizabeth
It had been a month since I had reached this unfamiliar terrain and became the personal slave of my so called vampire maye Lazarus, king Lazarus to be specific. He had made a few changes to the list I was always presented with bu adding blood drinks and blood moktails as his breakfast.

I think I now learned how to make blood lattes. Is this normal over here. Yeah , in order to learn how to make them I had to make use of vamptube , a vampire substitute to youtube. My so called master had a little bit of mercy on me and gave me a phone on which his number was stored and vamptube worked.

For some odd reason no other number could work on that phone, whenever I tried any other number form the phone book I found while cleaning the storeroom, the phone would go on a lockdown of thirty seconds. Like really? Does he think the vampire police over here would really arrest their king on the basis of the words of a mere human, who is considered weak, needy, clumsy and delusional over here. I don't think so.

Anyways I woke up earlier today, only to find Lazarus  or should I say master awake. He was staring at me with his green eyes.

"Good morning master" I said, a habit I had developed over the past one month, in order to try and break the rough exterior of the vampire I was destined to love and stay with.

"Today I have some guests coming over, my friends to be specific. Having a little mercy on a pathetic excuse if a living being, I have asked some of the vampire maids, Laura and Amelia to help you out with the work. I expect you to respect them. They may be maids but they are of higher rank than you. You're a human and they a vampire. Be good, human" he said as his green eyes stated at my soul through my eyes.

They say eyes are meant to be the windows of ones soul. Through his eyes I could see a broken boy who wishes to be loved. Hope filled me. That maybe all this is an act, maybe he will change, if I just lush him hard enough.

Coming out of my stance, the spell his eyes casted on me, I cleared my head and spoke with a voice as steady as I could muster.

"Yes master. I will remember my place. What all should I have prepared for when you're back? " I asked. As much as I hated to say these words, to be told my place was lower than that of vampires, I held back my pride, my respect, my voice, just for the sake of not angering the king with a dark past, in belief that the small hope I had of him changing is real and that if I obey him, he will soon realise my worth.

"The list is waiting downstairs human, I have zero faith in your memory skills. I am going out for now and shall be back for dinner, I had those maids prepare you some breakfast, just for the sake that you need the strength because today won't be easy, it will be tougher than what you can handle. " He said.

With that he made a tray of delicious bread and tea along with some fruit and a single muffin float and settle in front of me. He then gave me one look before flying out the window. Why been bother having a door? Just have windows in the entire castle, after all more than the doors, he loved to use windows.

Rolling my eyes I ate my food and then went into the bathroom to shower and change. I did some light make up, with whatever supplies he provided. It wasn't much, just some moisturizer, cream, eyeliner and a lip gloss, cherry flavour. I combed my hair and braided it. Wearing jeans and a top with some slippers, I looked myself in the forbidden mirror. Forbidden? Well it was suppose to be only used by  Lazarus .

I quickly put away my make  shift bed and then made the master bed. Making sure the room looked good, I walked downstairs. Must I add, that I was feeling a little under the weather, k think sleeping on the floor in the cold weather has made me catch a cold.

I walked down and was greeted by too vampire maids, who I assume to be Laura and Amelia. They were busy making the food in the kitchen. Yes they were the perfect example of bitches needing attention. Faces filled with a ton of makeup, boobs presses up  and asses pointing out, heels and wedding the shortest of the shortest dresses they could find. Don't they have any self preservation or self respect?