Hello I am back. It has been a long time since I have written FanFiction. This is based on a roleplay and I got some inspiration from some of Mark's videos. That being said. His characters belong to him.
Sometimes things are not as they seem. Sometimes things can be hidden in plain sight and no one can never notice. Sometimes love can hurt like a knife to the heart
My name is Alexandra Costello, but I prefer to go by Alex. I have never really felt comfortable with who I am and who I am in my body. I have long coppery hair and amber eyes that seem to change to a dark brown sometimes.
I work for a man named Markiplier or just Mark. You see I am a servant that was forced into the life. It is not so bad once one gets used to it. The place where I live and work is a very large manor. Its old but also more modern. Almost like the house transcends time and space. There are not many other workers that stay for a long amount of time. Most of them are scared off by the manor itself.
The crisp air comes through my window early in the morning. The sun has not even risen yet, but this is how I have to get up every morning. I have a feeling it is going to be another long day.
I slowly get up off of my small one person cot. I tenderly make the bed and smooth the covers down. I usually do not sleep very well on the bed. The springs dig into my back every night.
I walk over to my wooden wardrobe and open it. I stand there looking for a minute at my two choices. I decide on my black and white knee length maid dress. I pull on my white socks and black shoes. I gently touch my black suit and close the wardrobe.
I walk over a few feet to my wall mirror and fix my hair up so it is out of my face. I look at my reflection and take a deep breath.
"I need to go get Master Mark up and bring him his breakfast." I say to myself and finish getting ready. I leave my room and head up the stairs to the large kitchen. The current chef is there. Mark goes through so many staff since I started here that it is hard to keep track of names. At this point I just do not bother.
The kitchen is fairly large with a window facing the backyard. I can see the sun just barely coming up over the green mountains. The kitchen has an island in the middle.
I grab myself an apple and eat it as quickly as I can. It's a crisp green one that was grown out on the grounds. Once I finish the apple i throw the core into our compost for the ground worker George. He has been working here for years now, but he does not come into the manor.
I grab the silver tray that is laying on the island and nod at the chef. The tray has a plate of eggs and bacon along with a glass of orange juice. The aroma hits my nose as i start to leave the kitchen and make my way upstairs to the master bedroom. There are so many rooms in this household I am surprised that I have not gotten lost. I swear there are more rooms in this house that I have not seen.
My mind wanders a little as I make my way up to the room. I stop at the large wooden door and knock gently.
"Master Mark I am coming in. I have brought breakfast." I say and pause a moment waiting for an answer. I hear a slight rustle in the room but nothing else. So i open the door slowly with one hand and step inside.
The room is a mess again. Clothes are thrown all over the floor and the bedsheets are a mess as well. I start making mental notes on what all I need to do once he leaves the room. Mark is nowhere to be seen so I place the tray down on the bedside table. I hear the water turn off in the bathroom and turn to face the door.
A man with black hair and dark brown eyes steps out. His morning stubble is starting to grow in. He is pretty attractive but I am not allowed to think that way. He is wearing a silk red robe that is loosely around his waist and nothing else. His chest is revealed with small hairs across it. He is fairly young for a head of household, but his father died when he was little and he inherited it when he turned eighteen. He is somewhere in his twenties I believe.
"Good morning Alex. Thank you for bringing my breakfast." Mark's deep voice rings in my ears as it snaps me back to him. I glance up at him.
"Good morning sir. The chef made it for you. I hope that it is to your liking. He is still quite new." I comment and glance away politely as he walks over to his wardrobe.
"I hope so too. Hm" He starts looking through his clothes which has a much wider variety than mine. "We will be having some guests over later this evening. Make sure there are rooms ready for them. I do not want to look like a bad host."
"Understood sir. I will get right on that. Is there anything else that I can get for you?" I can feel his eyes on me and I shift a little under his powerful stare.
"Yes. I would like for you to also make some appetizers for everyone. You make the best snacks. Other than that that should be all. You are dismissed." I bow a little and leave the room so he can finish getting ready. Mark is always kinder to me than any other of his servants. Maybe it is just because I have been here longer than the rest.
I begin to wonder who all is coming tonight. I am thinking it will be his childhood friends that he talks all the time about. All I know is that they basically are family and grew up together. That is about all that I know about them right now. Maybe tonight will give me some more answers.
I start to work on my tasks for the day. I start by setting up some of the rooms for guests which does not take very long. I pride myself in keeping a clean and organized house. Once I get the rooms done I go back to the master bedroom. I am startled to see Mark still there.
"I am sorry. I can come back in a little bit." I manage to get out and turn to leave.
"No no. It is alright. I am just looking over a few things. Go ahead." Mark does not even look up from the paper that he has in his hand. He is out of his robe and in some casual clothes. I walk over and start cleaning the clothes off of the floor.
I stay quiet because I am not allowed to talk unless I am spoken to. There are so many questions running through my head but I have to push that aside. I can feel him occasionally glance up at me. I keep my head down and concentrate on my task.
"I am going to my study. If I need anything I will call for you." He says quickly and leaves the room. The atmosphere almost seems to change as he leaves. Less tense. I brush it off and finish up my task.
Sure enough time seems to pass by quickly and I find myself working on making small sandwiches in the kitchen. I can hear light chatter coming from the living room. The guests have arrived but I have yet to see them.
I finish up the tray and grab it by the sides and walk to the living room. There are two new people there. One of them has a mustache and bright brown eyes with black hair all in a mess. The other is a woman with brown eyes and black hair. Everyone of them seem very similar for some reason. They almost look like they are related. There is an empty chair between Mark and the new girl so there must be someone missing. I bow politely and set the tray down on the table. I can feel both of their eyes on me. I try not to fidget under their stares.
"So this is your new servant. She is not that bad looking." the man with the mustache says. I try not to let myself blush. I do wince a little at the she. I do not understand why but it makes me uncomfortable. I can see the new girl make a slight face in my direction.
"No flirting with the help William. But yes. They are very good at their job." Mark emphasizes the they. I smile a little and stay still awaiting my next orders. "How about you go make us some tea. You make the best tea." Mark adds and picks up one of the small sandwiches. He studies it a little and waves his hand to dismiss me. I bow and make my way back to the kitchen.
I grab a small red tea kettle and fill it with water. I turn on the stove and set the pot down and wait. I try to listen in on what is being said outside. I hear a few words come through from Mark such as staying and how long.
I wonder what they are talking about. Are they talking about them staying? And why do they look like they are family. I do not think that they are. I think to myself and am interrupted by the high pitched scream of the kettle going off. I spoon a few spoonfuls of tea leaves into a white China teapot. It has the design of a pink flower on the side. I wait a minute for the tea to settle. I gingerly set a new silver tray with four cups and a bowl of sugar and cream. I very carefully walk out of the room. Making sure nothing spills and then it hits me. I run right into something large and sturdy. The tray goes everywhere and drops the China. There is a small wince of pain I can hear from the object I hit. I realize. It was a person.
"I am so sorry. Are you okay?! I did not see you there." Where did he come from. He was not there a second ago. I frantically say and can feel the cream starting to soak into my uniform.
"No no. It is quite alright. I did not see you either." says a very smooth voice. I look up and there is a man in a suit with a white bowtie. His black hair is slicked back and he has kind bright brown eyes.
"Are you hurt? Did the water get on you?" I look him over looking for any wet spots.
"No I am alright. Are you okay?" The concern in his voice makes me smile a little.
"It is just a little cream. I am okay." I assure him. I can feel my cheeks heat up a little. He looks so attractive. Why. I get on the floor and start to pick up the fallen China. Nothing seems to be broken thankfully. Even though it hit on wooden floors. I concentrate on the task and reach for one of the cups as the stranger does the same. Our fingers touch but he does not pull them away. I look up at him meeting his eyes with mine. "Sir it is okay. I have got this." He opens his mouth to say something but a familiar voice stops him.
"Alex what is going on here?" Mark's voice appears from the archway. I look up and see all three of them there. Looking at us. The woman has a strange look on her face as she sees our hands touching. I pull away my hand that is now wrapped around the cup.
"Damien get up you are getting your suit dirty." The woman snaps at the man next to me. She does not take her eyes off of me. I stand up and bow gently as the man named Damien gets up. "Are you hurt?"
"I am fine Celine. You do not have to worry over me all the time." Damien says with a tone that makes them sound like siblings. Twins maybe. I keep my eyes down but glance over at Mark for instructions.
"Clean the tea set and get yourself cleaned up. Go ahead and take the rest of the night off. Start your day off early." Mark says calmly and waves for the rest of them to follow him back to the living room. I gather the fallen tray and watch them leave. Damien glances back at me one more time. Our eyes meet and I look away. I turn away and go back into the kitchen.
What is this feeling? Why do I feel like this around him? My thoughts are racing but i manage to push them aside. Not long later I find myself in the servant washroom cleaning my dress by hand. I am wearing my sleeping clothes which is a white nightgown that goes to the floor. I am concentrating so hard on my task that I do not hear someone walk in behind me.
"Alex was it? I just wanted to see that you were okay." I jump a little at the sound of Damien's voice behind me.
"Yes and I am fine sir. There is no need for concern." I turn to him as I say this. I can see the concern in his face. It makes my heart beat a little faster.
"That is good to hear. There is no need for formalities. Mark said that you are dismissed for the night. Damien is just fine." The concern changes to a smile.
"I suppose you are correct, but why are you here? This is servant quarters." I say and turn back to my work. The cream is starting to come out.
"I came here to check on you and ask you something." He pauses for a second. "I was wondering if you would like to join me tomorrow. I am going to be running a few errands and thought maybe we can get your uniform cleaned." I glance over at him. He is looking at his hands.
"I….." Tomorrow is my day off. But I have not left this place in… a while. Mark would not approve…. "I would but I only have my other uniform to wear and this." I gesture down to my clothing.
"Then I will buy you some more clothing."
"There is no need for that. I do not want to spend your money. I…. I do not get paid much here." I set the dress down and look at him.
"Then think of it as a gift and that is more of a reason to go. We will leave around 10. You better be ready."
"Master Mark would not approve. I do not want to get in trouble." I worry and look at my hands.
"Then think of it this way." He steps forward. "This is an order. Come with me tomorrow. You cannot disobey the order of one of the members of the household."
"I….." He has got me there…. "Okay." I finally give in. "Even though you are a guest." He shakes his head.
"Mark offered to let us stay here with him while we get back on our feet. William and I agreed but Celine is stubborn and is staying at our house. Did he not tell you this?" He asks curiously.
"He did not. He just said that there will be guests staying for a few days." Why would he not tell me…
"Then I will meet you outside tomorrow morning at 10." Damien says with a smile and leaves the room. I stare after him.
Am I really going outside for the first time in almost 2 years….. Will Mark be upset…. I have no idea what to expect tomorrow. I get my dress out of the water and it up to dry. I walk back to my room and lay down on the bed. I feel a little uneasy as I drift off the sleep. This manor is strange. I know the main areas really well. Damien almost appeared in front of me and I did not see him.
This concludes chapter one. I hope you enjoy it I have an Instagram now for my FanFiction account. Come check it out. I will be posting updates on my writing and when the next update will be. The name is hunjess96