Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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(Almost threeweeks ago) Flashback
When I heard Melany knock over a glass in the dining room, then heard the glass shatter on the hard wood floors, and when I heard the woman wince in pain when she hurt herself, something internal and significantly emotional drew me in. I had no control over the way my the muscle in my chest tightened when I smelled her blood in the air.
I didn't have time to register anything mentally, because my hands automatically grabbed an alcohol wipe and bandage, then subsequently the tightness in my chest influenced my body to rush to the source of where the glass shattered downstairs.
I found it humorous that this woman made a mistake already...I almost wanted to laugh...
I say that I'm not kind when mistakes are made, so clumsy people like her know to be extra careful.
But being EXTRA careful proves to not work for SOME people...
Yet...in an environment like this I can't allow myself to be lenient or kind to any servant when they make mistakes. Every human governor that owns servants knows this, even the human governors that sits in the government alongside Rockwell and I, although the both of us being vampires is unknown to the human governors beside us. Despite the awareness that remains one sided in between us, all governors know that we dolorously must not allow the mistakes of servants to go unpunished, so that they become more cautious and safe as they make mistakes less. But what shocks me is that every single human governor enjoys the power that they have over their servants.
When I arrived in the dining room, I put the alcohol wipe and bandages on the dining table, then I grabbed Melany's wrist, my grip forcing her to stagger, and so greatly tried to confront her with an expression of anger like I do the other servants, but...her warm and delicate brown eyes made the statements that I directed towards her leave my mouth slowly and softly as if I didn't want to verbally harm her. It was like I was unconsciously trying not to hurt her feelings.
My responses towards others are automatic from years of professionalism, but I was so invested and lost in the warm depths of Melany's gaze that the words that I spoke towards her lacked the authoritative strength that I intended.
My son, Olson is the only one who has made my heart beat with haste because of the incessant love that I have for him. Yet, Melany makes my heart foreignly pound at speeds never reached before. I don't understand how or why my heart and soul started to irregularly and expeditiously yearn for her...When I got closer to her for the first time my heart started pounding rapidly, but when I continued to walk past her my heart thinned in its rhythm like it wanted to be in close proximity with her at all times.
And when my gaze locked with hers for the first time, my heart started pumping blood through my veins at a fiery rate, rushing to the surface of my skin hoping to be exhilaratingly touched and held by her.
