The Rosen Vampire Knight Series

RoseThorned Vampire: Chapter 6

As the sun gently came over the horizon, everyone was still deathly quiet and said nothing. I sat still, staring at my bandaged hand and arm. Then, the first view of the summer villa came into view as we came out of the forest. The road veered right then left as it wound up the hill to the large mansion on it. It was a tuskony color, a golden yellow, and it had all sorts of dark green bushes growing around it dotted with red and blue flowers growing on them. The mansion looked like a traditional Italian vineyard house even though it was in France, which struck me as odd. It was a beautiful house none the less and seemed a sanctuary compared to the forest.

The limo came about the round about which made up the drive way and connected it to the front of the house. Another road led behind the house, but I never got a good look to where it led. The limo came to a clean stop in front of the extravogent house and we all simotaneously came out of the veichal as deathly silent as ever. A maid, a woman in a black dress, white appron, and a feather duster in hand came out to meet us. Even though I didn't know what she was saying (as she spoke in French) or what Kaito was saying as he spoke back to her, I imagined it went something like this.

"What happened to you?" the lady would panic.

"It doesn't matter right now." Kaito would say.

"Should I go alert the masters?" she would ask. (I could tell by the way she looked at the second floor of the house and back at Kaito.)

"No, it's fine. All we require is rest." Kaito would say, and then add."But wake us as soon as mother and father awaken."

The maid curtsied in response and ran back up into the house to prepare rooms for us I presumed. We climbed up the front steps with no enthusiasim as the maid disappeared and wearlily walked in the front door. The entrance way was magnificent, but I was too tired to care to look it over more carefully. A different maid, standing at the top of the curved staircase, was waving us and encouraging us that our rooms were this way. Somehow I mustered the strength to get myself up the stairs and on the second floor, where everyone got a maid each who helded them to their rooms.

Once saftely inside the room I would be staying in, three more maids appeared out of nowhere and began tending to me. One tried to mess with the bandage, but I waved her away from it. The maids helped me out of my old clothing and into a long silk nightgown. They picked this one out with me in mind because this one had straps instead of long sleeves. I was helped into it, and then one led me over to the bed and helped me into the soft feather bed. At the soft touch I collapsed and the maid gently pulled the covers over me, taking great care to put my injured arm on top of the big quilted blanket so it wouldn't be bothered by the cloth. My eyes closed in on themselves from exhaustion and the maids left the room, closing the door behind them.

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I was woken up by a gentle tapping on my good arm. It was just another maid in a black dress, but she didn't have a white appron. She looked young, at least in her thirties. Reluctantly, I sat up in bed and slid out from underneath the covers. The woman led me over to a door, which opened up into a fancy bath with a large tub already filled with hot steaming water. I watched the steam and wondered why I hadn't heard the water as she had prepared the tub as I was asleep. The long hard night had made me sleep like a rock through the daytime. 

The lady helped me out of the borrowed nightgown I wore and of my underclothing. Usually I would be embarressed standing before another person nude, but this time I though passed it. I climbed into the bath and as I went to put my right arm in, the maid caught it gently and instead laid it beside the tub. I let her help me bathe, but refused her on some parts. She washed my long silver hair and it returned to its usual pure white color and gleam (I'd learned my hair turned a light silver when it got dirty).