My Beautiful Killer

MBK THREE

THREE

Mood Swings

*Cara*

The next evening I awoke to dim light from the snap and pop of the fire and the glare of an alarm clock on the side table. It morphed to 5:00 and started buzzing. I flinched and slammed my hand down on it. Sudden adrenaline sparking through me from the sudden noise. I sat up and examined my arm. There was a small throb but nothing like last night. It just felt as if I pulled a muscle. I took of the sling and moved it around a little. They had given me blood, vampire blood. Put it into my veins with a needle and popped it back into place. It hurt like a bitch, burning and aching, stinging and had caused me to scream. It faded and all I felt was numbness for the rest of the night.

I stood and felt the cool air attack my naked flesh as I walked over to the fire. Closing my eyes, I stretched my arms above my head and rolled my neck back and forth. Loosening up my body a bit and letting out a small moan.

I opened my eyes and beyond the tall flickering flames of the fire I could see Anthro sitting up in his bed. His gaze on me and the corners of his mouth tiled upward slightly in a smirk. I gave a small yelp and let my legs give out so I fell to the ground, the flames hiding my body.

"Great start for the evening!" He roared with laughter and I heard a door shut over the fire. I groaned. I washed myself in the tub and decided that if he saw me, then he saw me. I had practically given him a window show already.

I dressed in one of the million dresses, it was light and flowy with a tight torso and low neck. The material stopping at my knees and made of light pink, almost peach fabric. A black ribbon tie around the waist and had some slight silver accents on the edges. It was a corset top but tied at the front, sowing off cleavage and my figure. I tied it snug, leaving some breathing and moving room. I made a face as I stepped into the black glossy heels and paced around the room to get the feel of them. I took time to pull my hair into a long braid and throw it over my shoulder and leave some strands falling at my neck. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided on some mascara, gloss and liner. Doing as Carla did I looked fine. My eyes rested on my neck and I sighed. There was no amount of foundation to cover the red puncture wounds and blotchy skin that was now the right side of my neck.

I was gifted with a list of tasks that were to be done by certain time periods. Vacuuming the corridor outside of Masters room, and cleaning his room. Dusting, sweeping and shining the floors if they were starting to dull. I was to go down stairs first and eat, then I was to feed Master. I sighed at the thought of last nights feeding and made a mental not to push him away. I liked my limbs in their places.

I made my way down the long corridors and the grand staircase and wandered around for a moment, peeking through doors and finally coming up with the kitchen. I smiled and felt a little more relieved when I found Carla and some other girls in there was well. It was a large room that was like a staff kitchen, racks and large shelves stacked. Pans and spoons hanging above the large stove and flat grill. It smelled like home, the smell of bacon floating in the air and a stack of pancakes on the counter.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. "Cara!" She beamed.

I smiled lightly and looked at the other girls.

"This is the kitchen staff, and servers," Carla explained. I remembered seeing them around the parties, carrying platters covered in.... drinks.

I nodded.

"Ashley," she motioned to a tall girl with red hair. She was lean with long legs and bright green eyes. "Serie," she gestured to a shorter blonde, her hair in a pixie cut and brushing over her crystal blue eyes and long full lashes. She had full pouty lips and a long smooth face that was clear of all makeup besides some mascara and light pink gloss. How did she get away without makeup!?