Army of the Damned

VOLUME 7 Chapter 2

Arising from the indoor pool. Bahamut's pale skin glistened as her wet slender body shone like the gilded golden rings of the dark marble pillars of the bath. Walking into the showers and drenched herself with cold water as she looked at the mirror. "Hm. This does feel quite nice." Squeezing her incredibly long black hair like how her Master would with wet cloth, she walked down to the basket where some clothes lay for her.

Wearing a ghostly thin white nightgown. She immediately pulled the straps as she looked down. "Errrrr... a bit tight on my breasts." With a sigh, the woman walked along the quiet hallway where she soon arrived at the West wing with her Master's Armor guarding it on a stand.

Next to it was an end table with a pretty pink flower on a vase. Seeing that there was no one else. She leaned in to take a sniff. Its aroma made her smile after three seconds of waiting and thinking. The beautiful ghostly woman with her pale white skin takes a bite, exposing her four dragon fangs as she munches at the flowers.

"OH MY! Lady Bahamut! Please don't eat that!" Turning to her left, one of the Elven Maid rushes in, hugging the Dragon God from behind and trusting backward. Bahamut on the other hand was as solid as a statue and wasn't moving an inch as she munched faster in defiance. "Lady Bahamut! Please! That's a very rare Peony flower that's not natural to Schon! Lady Minuit had to buy it from a merchant in Gareth!"

For a moment, she stopped munching as Bahamut turned her face sideways, her golden eyes staring down on the Elf as she suddenly kept on biting. "NO! Lady Bahamut! And your hair is also still very wet!"

"Let me go long ears! Let me eat this!" The rampant and chaotic scene then stops as Bahamut feels something from her throat. And all of the sudden, she coughs out the flower that slowly floated down to the carpet. Her cheeks slightly blushed as she brushed her mouth with her hand. "Ahem, ahem. Be on your way now long ears. I shall be with my Master."

Pretending like nothing happened, the dragon woman was once again back to her Masters room where she started reading while enjoying a cup of coffee. Constantly peeking over to Paul who was fast asleep under three layers of blankets as she constantly remembered what just occurred.

Every now and then. She'd stand up to regularly check his temperature and heart beat. After a while, she gets worried as the two Vampires still weren't home.

After a few more hours and the moon and its small satellite which was oddly coloured red that night was right above the large Estate, the bored Bahamut heads down to the kitchen. As she followed the scent of pork when a Maid came in, shocked by the woman in a ghostly look as if she came from a horror story. "Oh, long ears." Seeing the familiar braided twin tails, the Elf quickly approached her. "Lady Bahamut. What're you doing here?"

"Looking for food. Those two bloodsuckers are late." Exhaling out of relief, she bowed with her feet. "Oh, well if you ever need to. Please just request from one of the Servants. We'd be glad to be of service even at night."

Bahamut lifted her chin up as she rubbed it slowly. "Master always said it's better to do things by yourself than let others do it. But, since I am busy looking over his health. I want a good steak! Well made and don't be lax with the herbs and peppercorn gravy!."

"Of course." As the maid prepares the ingredients and takes out the meat from the storage cabinet, Bahamut looks around the well tiled kitchen and its properly stocked cabinets and knives. "Tell me, how does the Bloodsucker treat servants like you?"

"Oh, My Lady? She's fair and indifferent. I have no qualms with her treatment of us." As she prepped the utensils and knives she'll be using, Bahamut just leaned into the counter with her arms crossed. "Ohhhh... interesting. What do Vampires do to Elves who have served them well?"