Being overtaken by vampires and turned into slaves was life-changing, but for Ellanore, being sold to Raphael Petrovic was definitely life-changing. She's use to moving from home to home, but moving into a house with two brothers who both seem to ta...
"Is this really necessary?" I mumbled. Biting my lip, I shifted my gaze towards Mischa. Staring at her thought the reflection of the mirror as she worked on slipping my hair into a fairly decent bun. Running my hands over the silk fabric of my gown, I couldn't help but frown. Unlike the crème dress from earlier this one was even more extravagant. It was pure ivory, with a sheer overtopping. Tight at the bodice but once it hit my bum it flared out in light ruffles. It was all nice, yes. But as Mischa finished off my hair and passed me a pair of matching heels to go with the gown; I began to feel as if it were all a little too much. I was so use to wearing worn down clothes or little to no clothing at all... it seemed a little odd for the Petrovics to have us dress up just to serve them dinner.
"Mrs. Lucilla insists that we look our best. Don't worry, you look nice." Smiling, though it probably came off more as a grimace, I slipped on the heels. Nearly falling flat on my face as I stumbled forwards. Chuckling at my clumsiness Mischa shook her head. "Don't worry. You'll get use to walking in them."
"Right." Breathing out a soft sigh, I patiently waited for Mischa to get herself ready as well before following her to the kitchen. Stumbling over my own two feet every few minutes or so.
Occupying the kitchen was Alice, Celia, and of course... Roland. Each wearing something just as extravagant and overly dressy as Mischa and I. "Finally." Bounding towards us with an immensely confident stride, Roland casually slipped his arm around Mischas' waist. Pulling her flush against his side as he placed a chaste kiss upon her temple. His eyes briefly turning towards me as he did.
Rolling my eyes, I turned away from him and to the twins. Their infectious smiles contagious and lighthearted. "So, Ellanore... how are you liking it here so far? Hopefully we've made a good impression." Said Celia.
"It's definitely different then most places I've been." I muttered.
I've only been here for just a few hours and I've come to find that this place was definitely not what I was expecting. I mean, extravagant gowns and bedrooms to call our very own. Can't forget the fact that the Petrovics were indeed hiding something. Something that may surely get them in extreme trouble if it got out... I just didn't know what it was.
Smiling, Celia looked passed me towards Mischa and Roland. Her smile slowly turning into a slight grimace of disgust. "Alright love birds break it up, break it up. We have a job to do." Clapping her hands together as she said this, Celia turned to a cart. Which happened to contain a platter of freshly made salad with dressing toppings and a pepper shaker. "Alice will be serving the salad. Roland will work on serving drinks. Mischa and Ellanore will work on serving the main course and dessert. And I'll work on cleaning."
"Fine." Sighing, Mischa kissed Roland once more before breaking away to grab one of the carts. Leaving along with the twins as they each rolled a cart to the dining room.
As the door closed in their leave, I couldn't help but shift from one leg to the other. My body racking with nerves. I didn't know Roland but the way he looked at me made me feel highly uncomfortable. With Mischa and him being together I felt as if it were wrong.
"You look beautiful." Frowning, I bit my lip. Mumbling thank you in response to his compliment as I gazed towards the floor.
I figured... or at least I was hoping that Roland would get the vibe of me not wanting to talk, but he obviously did not. If anything he actually took my silence as some form of an invitation. Invading my own small bubble of personal space. "You know-..." Before he could even get the chance to finish off his sentence, I nudged him with my elbow. Stumbling past him and out of the kitchen.
I haven't even been here for over 24 hours yet my mind seemed to be swirling with more unanswered questions and confusion then it could possible take. I was slowly going on overload.
Shaking my head, I focused my attention onto the task at hand. Which was simply to make it through this dinner tonight without any problems.
***
So far dinner seemed to be going very well. Meaning I have yet to make a complete fool of myself.
"Oh, Kristine. You must tell Raphael here the story of how you and Vlad met." Announced Mrs. Lucilla, her eyes sparking with unknown happiness as she rested her chin among the folds of her fingers. As Kristine went on about how she and her husband met, me and Mischa started to work on serving dinner, as Celia cleaned up the remains of the leftover salad.
Fresh T-bone steaks, buttery mashed potatoes topped with shards of cheese, and corn as yellow as the sun itself is what graced the menu. From the mouthwatering smell of it all, I had to admit, Celia and Alice definitely knew how to cook a great meal.
"Mischa, be a dear and fix a plate for Alec and Darius. They should be joining us soon." Mrs. Lucilla was the one to speak, taking a small sip of her drink. Blood from a blood bag dumped into a wine glass.
Nodding her head, Mischa tended back to the kitchen to retrieve some more plates. Leaving me to myself as I nervously made my way around the table. Internally cursing as my hand began to shake in a clumsy manner. "Wou-..." Clearing my throat, I turned to Vlad. " Would you like some corn?"
Amused by the fact that I seemed to choke on my words, Vlad nodded his head. Chuckling as he turned to Mr. Petrovic. "Where'd you get this one?"
Taking a chunk out of his steak, Mr. Petrovic shifted his gaze towards me along with everyone else occupying the table. "Gathoways. He was holding a biding today. Said that I should stop by."
"How much? Gathoways can be a little persistent."
At the mention of money, I could visibly see Mr. Petrovic tense. His eyes briefly drifting towards his wife before settling back onto Vlad. "$2,000,000,000." As he mentioned this Mrs. Lucilla and Kristine nearly choked on their food. Lucilla shooting daggers at the side of her husbands head. For this is probably the first time she's hearing of this.
"$2,000,000,000. Really Raphael?"
Taking a sip out of his wine glass, Mr. Petrovic shrugged his shoulders. Eerily calm with the situation. "She's the first that I've come across to have a AB- blood type. It's what we've been searching for for a sometime now. I figured it wasn't a big deal as to how much it would cost."
"She's AB-?" It was Vlad who spoke this time. His eyes sparking with interest as they came in contact with my own. "Did you take a sample?"
What?
"Not yet."
Frowning I unconsciously stepped away from the table at the mention of taking blood samples. And in turn of this, I clumsily ended up stepping on the back of my dress. Painfully twisting my ankle in these wretched heels as I fell down with a "oomph" landing flat on my bum. To make matters worse, the bowl of corn that was previously occupying my hands went flying over my head and towards the door that stood behind me. It's juicy substance splattering onto someone who happened to choose now as the perfect time to come sauntering through the same said door. Their harsh eyes blazing with an unruly fire of anger as they took in their now ruined shirt before landing upon me. Who sat on the floor, flushed, fluttered, and utterly embarrassed.
Amused by it all, Mr. Petrovic turned to the new on comer. "Darius. Nice of you to finally join us."
Oh, no.
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