The Vampire Prince

A Couple of Nights

    The night carried on like nothing had happened. However, each time Wyatt caught a glimpse of me roaming around he'd let out an obnoxious laugh. My random outburst about mice really amused him.

    We ate dinner by ourselves like always. I sat on the Italian made couch in the living room and ate while watching television and Wyatt was somewhere making a nuisance out of himself. His meal consisted of blood in a bag which only took about ten seconds to guzzle down so presumably my meal took longer. Thus why we never ate together.

     Hours into the night I began to grow quite bored. I've greeted the staff and organized a coat closet. The big mansion had so little to do compared to my old home. I walked up and down the polished tiled floors and counted each painting on the walls. 57. It was when I slipped and fell while trying to polish the refrigerator my decision became final. I need something else to do in here besides reading and standing.

     My breakthrough caused me to stomp my way to Carrie's room and pound vigorously against the door. It was only quarter to nine but I still prayed she wouldn't be asleep. I internally sighed in relief when her door opened. There, stood in front of me, was a stressed out Carrie. Her hair was all frizzy and her mouth was turn downwards in disapproval.

"Sheesh Kamille, you really know how to come at the right time." The sarcastic comment slipped from her mouth.

It was true. I only went to see her when she was super busy. It was mainly a coincidence, but sometimes I'd ask Wyatt who was on duty and then purposely pester Carrie if it was her shift. It was so enjoyable to see her left eye twitch every time I'd talk while she swept.

"My apologizes. I'm just so bored I think I might burst." I gave my friend a cheesy smile in hopes she'd forget my interruptions.

"Well I'm glad, because now you have to help me finish." She pointed down to her toes.

Half of her left toe was painted a bright blue nail polish. Both feet had cotton dividers around their toes to keep the paint from touching. She only made in halfway through
the left foot. Carrie opened the door wider for me to enter and hopped her way back to bed.

     I sat on the floor as she sat on the edge of the bed. That way I can easily reach her toes. I tried grabbing her foot to hold it still but she started to laugh.

      "Do you want your toes painted or not?" I grumbled.

      "I'm sorry! I'm just ticklish." Carrie said smiling.

     I painted her toes as we talked about our days. She mentioned how there was drama in the kitchen between workers. I told her how Wyatt was annoying today.

       "That's so sweet." She commented which made me roll my eyes.

     I was almost finished with the final pinkie when she cheered.

     "Finally acting like a true slave, Kamille."

      Carrie likes to joke how I have it easy. It's true, I don't have to scrub windows or fold sheets but I do have a torturous chore; dealing with Wyatt.

      "I'm pretty sure nail polish of any sorts is against dress code, Carrie." I sassed back.

     Carrie reaches for a pillow and whacks me in the head. Luckily, I was finished with her pinkie and stood to grab another pillow and hit her with it. We both laugh and I sit on the edge with her.