🌟----Clementines POV----🌟
I hummed, holding a broom in my hand. I swept the cold marble floors, dancing a little as music sung from a record player.
I loved cleaning the opera halls, for one reason - a beautiful record player with stacks of music beside it.
I currently had a song I loved playing, a romantic french song.
"Extralucide, la Lune est sur
La Seine, la Seine, la Seine
Tu n'es pas soûl, Paris est sous~"
I sung in my native tongue, twirling.
My hair was tied up in a ponytail, the white tresses that reached my mid back caressed my face softly.
I felt the click of heels erupt from the halls. I immediately perked up, turning my head to the door. My lady entered the room, her back gracing the top of the door frame.
"Ah, hello Clementine, I see you've found our music?" She inquired, smiling softly at me.
"Yes, mistress, sorry for not asking permission." I bent my knees to curtsey, as I rose once more, I saw the Countess smiling at me sweetly.
"You're apologizes are not needed, sweet girl." Her tone soothing the anxiety rupturing in my heart.
"You're too kind, my lady." I flattered, waving my hand a little.
Her gloved hand caressed my cheek, I leaned into her, my face heating up quite a bit.
Her beautiful jet back hair glistened in the light, her pale skin shimmered in the candle glow.
She seemed to notice my admiring, and returned the gazing. "You're so gorgeous my lady.." I swooned sweetly, speaking mindlessly. She let go, before sitting down on one of the lush couches.
"Come, sweet maiden."
She called, patting her thigh for me to sit.
I nearly skipped over, excited to have more contact. I slid onto her lap, her large hands moved to my neck, sliding my hair off my shoulder. I felt her bend ever so slightly, her hot breath hitting my exposed skin.
Her fangs sliced the flesh easily, breaking through my already bitten flesh.
My hands gripped the hem of my dress, my face heating up at her closeness.
H
er free hand grabbed at my waist and body.
"Are you nearly done, mistress?" I asked, feeling a little dizzy from the blood lost.
I felt her retract, licking the wounds before dabbing her mouth off with a handkerchief.
"Apologies for taking so much, Clementine, I've been working so much I forget to eat."
She apologized softly. I shook my head, smiling at her, "no it's okay, I don't mind you eating." I replied, my tone still casual.
She motioned for me to get off, and I did. She ascended from the seat, placing her hand on my back to lead me. We reached her office. "You must keep my company Clementine, look around if you please."
Alcina sat at her desk, writing with a beautiful quill.
☁️----End----☁️
I didn't feel like writing allot sorry!!
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FanfictionClementine Beaufoy, a french women with albinism born to a Merchant family, moved to the village of the Four Lords with her family for business. After the first lycan attack her parents send her away to be a maiden for a rich Manor, and after years...
