Assassination

She lay asleep in her room, the night's breeze came in through the open balcony, and she pulled up her blankets to cover her trembling body. She awoke as a strong breeze hit her already shivering form, but dared not move. She slowly pushed down her covers before climbing out of bed. The floor made an audible creaking noise before she shut the balcony window. She stopped and listened silently.
Someone was moving in the room next to hers. Her breathing became more erratic as she clenched her fingers into a ball. Convincing herself that it was the maid next door; she climbed into her own bed and lay quietly. Her pulse was so loud that she could hear it, but she remained still…not moving.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" A shrill scream echoed through the halls.
She jumped up and rushed to the room next door. Her light blond hair swirled around her ankles as she stopped suddenly. She'd found the source of that scream, but it was too horrible for her to remain looking at. Her icy blue eyes turned away from the scene as she persuaded herself into believing that it wasn't real. Her body shook from the effort.
"Miss Dorothy?" Lana asked in a soft voice.
The brown haired cook was short…pixie like, and her green eyes only added to the effect. Her accent was light, but definitely there…French. The worried look on her face told Dorothy that she hadn't seen Maria.
"Mary is…" Dorothy started.
"Oh God…" The girl dropped the candle she was holding.
In the bed near the window there lay a girl with blood on her clothes, a visible red line across her neck. The girl's medium length blond hair was awry and matted with red, her eyes stared blankly, and no sound would ever be heard from those unnaturally pale lips. A knife lay on the ground; it's sharp edge crusted over, and gleaming malice.
The two girls in the room stared in shock, and neither noticed the fire spreading slowly over the floor until it reached the prone body of the girl.
"Fire!" Dorothy shrieked.
A man rushed in with a fire extinguisher and put it out, and then called the authorities.
"Miss Dorothy, I'm sorry about…the candle. I…Mary…shocked me and I." The teen stuttered.
"It's fine." Dorothy replied before leaving the room.
"Another attempt…? She does look like you. I'm beginning to wonder if someone's trying to…" Lana whispered.
"I'd know if someone was trying to murder me!" Dorothy snapped.