Fire & Fangs (GXG)

Chapter 6 - A Butler's Daily Routine... Cleaning?

TW: Choking and Blood

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As I walked in the expansive halls to find where Ingrid was at the moment, my mind raced at what just happened back there in the dining hall with the Lady.

I saw something in her eyes when we were staring at each other.

The Lady looked at me with a question shining through those amber eyes of hers.

It was a question I thought I could answer, but it was gone in an instant and left me feeling off balance.

The beast inside me felt the same because it felt like it wanted to come to the surface at that exact moment.

Like it was...

Answering something's call.

I shook my head as I hurried my stride.

I didn't know why I was infatuated with the Lady.

I hadn't known her for longer than a couple days, but I found myself staring at her and thinking about her constantly. She invaded my mind and took a permanent space where no one had ever been before. Those eyes, lips, and scent were burned into my memory. I found every inch of her attractive. Her height had my stomach doing flips, her lips had me imagining what they tasted like, her breasts drew my eye every time, her curves were to die for, and her eyes had my whole body reacting on pure instinct. So many emotions ran wild when I was in her presence and I was having a hard time pushing those desires down when I was close to her.

He made the people across the woods out to be monsters, but...

I found beings who weren't exactly human, but were more than he could ever be.

Was it just my hope that the Lady was better than him?

Did she have another side to her that she hadn't shown me?

Flashes of those red eyes popped into my head.

Could that be what she's hiding?

I already know she's a vampirii, but what else is slumbering within her?

I didn't know, but the beast and I wanted to find out.

I wanted to see if the Lady was as monstrous as he made them out to be or had people just assumed that she was based on appearances?

The Lady's height and demeanor could put off an air of superiority that would have people afraid of what she is or what she could do, but...

Had anyone cared to see for themselves?

I do remember that stench of blood in the dungeon, so maybe some of what they say was right or maybe it was a misunderstanding.

Whatever the answer, I wouldn't come to conclusions until I had all the facts.

While I was in my own head, I breathed in and smelled the air around me that was thick with cleaning supplies, but it also had an undertone of mint. I recognized that scent. Looking toward its owner, I somehow found Ingrid while she was cleaning one of the larger windows that littered the halls. She was on a ladder and wiping the suds off with a rag which left the glass looking better than the day it was probably made.

I looked over into the pristine glass and saw my own reflection.

A new scar was added to my face because of Cassandra.