A Bloody Rose

Chapter 03

Winry woke up startled. She quickly checked all of her surroundings to see no one was there. She also realized she was in the classy dining room.

She got up from the floor only to feel a pain in her neck. She touched her neck and felt two small holes. 'Bite…marks…' She carefully adjusted her neck, making sure it doesn't cause anymore pain.

She grabbed the tray from the floor, dropped it off at the sink – keeping a mental note to clean it later – and went up to her "room." Once she had gotten to it, she locked the door shut and leaned against it. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. But once she had opened them, black and red caught her eye.

On the bed was a knee-length dress. It was black and had a bow on the front – a red bow. Next to the bed, lying on the floor, were a pair of red, knee-length stilettos. It had a black, small bow on the back.

When she walked over to the two items, there was a note on each. She picked up the note on the dress and read it.

Dear Winry,

I hope you like this dress. I'm terribly sorry if it's not you style or such. But please accept it as a token of my welcoming.

The Queen,

Amberly

She smiled at the note and picked up the note that was on the shoes. She looked at it first and then began reading it.

Dear Ms. Winry Wells,

These shoes are shoes that I saw while walking through the streets and remembered how the mean Prince doesn't let you wear proper clothing, no? I don't specifically know what shoes women wear, as you can see. But, nonetheless, I hope you enjoy these shoes. Perhaps Queen Amberly had given you another dress as well?

The Vampire,

Drake

She smiled yet again. At least some people made her feel very welcomed. She thought about trying on the clothes now but decided against it. It was only when she realized that the soles of her feet were aching and her clothes were ripped that she accepted the thought about changing.

Winry grabbed the dress and the pair of shoes to a corner to change. She began to take her dress off, of course. Now she was only left in the garments that covered her private areas. But before she could start putting the dress on, there was the noise of a door knob moving back and forth.

She paled. She froze.

Then bangs came from the door. "Open this door up!" A voice sounded off. More specifically, The Prince's voice.

"C-Coming!" Amu yelled to him. But he still persistently continued to bang on the door and yell at her to open it.

She quickly grabbed the dress, raised it above herself to put it on, and then she- too late. He had broken open the door with the hinges cracking. He also looked very…mad.

Winry held the dress in front of herself to cover up her body. "Why didn't you op-" He stopped himself. "Whose dress and shoes are those?"

She had a slight blush on her face due to embarrassment. "T-They're a gift," she answered. She hoped he wouldn't notice the notes to the side or the fact that she was in her undergarments.

"Why are you only in a bra and panties?" He questioned her. Of course, now She had to explain the whole thing to him and what had previously happened. She breathed in air and began to talk.

"W-Well you see, I was going to change into these clothes b-but you came here," she explained to him. She hoped that he couldn't see through the "courage" she showed.

"Very well," He simply said. "Change into them quickly. You have things to do. And next time," he glared at her, "don't lock the door." Then he shut the door hard and left.

Winry quickly changed into the clothes and put on the stilettos. She then hurried downstairs to do her chores. The Prince had assigned her duties and she went off to do them.

After a few hours, Amu had finished her duties which we cleaning, of course.

She walked downstairs to finally tell Frederick she was done. As she rushed downstairs, however, she heard someone call out, "Servants!" She followed the voice. After all, she was technically a servant.

Standing in the middle of the living room was a boy around her age. He had calm, blonde hair that stopped right above his eyes, curving to the side just slightly. He had water-like blue, clear eyes but it was contradicting with his serious and fierce expression. His skin was a pale color mixed with light tan, surprisingly.

'Another Vampire, perhaps?' Amu judged. She walked up to him as if he called exactly for her. In a way, he apparently did.

"Yes?" She asked him.

"Finally!" The man exhaled a sigh. "A servant has finally arrived." Then he took a good look at Amu. "And an attractive one at that," he smirked. Before Amu could say anything, a gruff voice spoke.

"I'm going out."

She and the blonde turned to face the voice.

Frederick.

"I'll be back late," He added. Then he turned to face Winry. "Don't touch my stuff," he glared at her. She nodded her head quickly. He then shut the door as it echoed.

The boy looked back at Winry. "Ah, so impolite of me. My name is Henry. I have the third highest position in this whole god damn place. And your name is?" The boy, he asked her after he had introduced himself.

"W-Winry W-Wells," she replied. She didn't know what to expect from this peculiar boy so she braced herself for what to come.

"Well Winry, seems like you'll be serving me today," He slyly smirked. She nodded her head but hesitated a bit before she had done so. "I need you to buy me some bread. And if you unsuccessfully do this, I will be very displeased," he spoke to her as if he suddenly was a demanding adult.

She didn't know what to feel at that time. Scared? Pressured? Or different? "Y-Yes," Winry stammered. He handed her a little amount of money to buy the bread, of course.

"Now go," he shooed her away.

She made sure her stilettos were strapped on tight and then she exited the building, her heels echoing in the quiet corridors.