"Oh my, such a large area for one man.. And it's so dark. Surely the master wouldn't linger in such a hovel." The voice was airy and feminine, heavy with a French accent. "Monsieur," she called out, her enthusiastic pace slowing. "Oh, Monsieur Alucard, where are you?" There was no answer, besides the clicking of her heels and the echo that bounced off the stone walls. Fear was starting to settle into the young maid, but she refused to give up on her first day. With a reassuring deep breath, she held the bottle closer to her body and pushed on.
Meanwhile, 'Monsieur' was busy lounging in his usual spot, visions of the past dancing through his head. Some of them were tragic, although he was trying to focus on the good - something Seras had suggested he do long ago. Alucard was settling into a half-decent memory right before a pungent scent woke him up. To him, it was a smell worse than the thickest cigar smoke, worse than hanging around a group of teenagers after eating Mexican. To him, it was the smell of the most vile, disgusting and loathsome creature of all.
"Ah, Monsieur," chirped the young woman as he came into her sights. "I've found you!" She let out a light laugh before advancing closer. "I don't think you understand how hard it was to find you, Monsieur! Zis place-oh, this place-it is, how you people say, 'ginormous'! It could fit many, many people here." She stopped just short of a meter away from the lanky creature, bright eyes shining and warm smile beaming. "Bonjour, Monsieur Alucard. My name is Toinette Ch-"
"You're French," he grumbled. The look on his face mimicked that of someone greatly displeased. His body language gave no signs of threat though, so the perky maid didn't let his sour look bother her too much.
"O-Oui, Monsieur," she responded. She then took a moment to compose herself. Was that a look of hatred on his face? "I suppose you've found me out, eh?" Another feminine laugh escaped her. "I've been learning Anglai-English-for the longest time, but I can't seem to shake my mother tongue. Oh well, I suppose it'll come later, don't you agree?"
Alucard hadn't listened to a word that spilled from the woman's mouth. He was busy with looking her over, analyzing her to be more precise. Despite where she came from, she wasn't that bad looking at all: shoulder-length brown hair, soft skin, beautiful green eyes, along with that warm, welcoming smile. Perhaps if she didn't speak, and she was older, then he could've even complimented her. However, there was one thing stopping him from giving her any form of respect.
The Dracula let out a heavy sigh before continuing the 'chat'. "You're a young frog, aren't you?"
Toinette blinked in confusion. Did he just..? No, no. It had to have been her imagination. "I suppose so," she answered back. "I just turned nineteen a few days ago." Her happy exterior returned after memories of the party started flowing back. "My, my," she breathed, "what a marvelous party it was! Drinks galore, Monsieur~. Perhaps I could import some of my family's wine and-"
"I figured you were just a child," he interrupted, his gaze sliding off to the darkness behind her. "With the lack of those hideous smile lines your kind always gets."
Utter silence passed between the two.
Her smile widened. 'Detestable creature.'
His eyes narrowed.'Vile whore.'
"Well, even though zhis was a rocky start, I'm sure ve'll be friends, yes?"
"No."
"... Monsieur?"
"What, frog?"
"... D.. Do you have a problem with Frenchmen?"
His gaze slid back over to her slowly, lazily, as if looking at her was a horrible hassle. The corners of his mouth twitched upward as his crimson eyes narrowed. "Oui."
She too gave a sly smile, her hands gripping the bottle she had been holding. "How unlucky," she purred, "I'm you're new personal servant. You're going to have to see my face every day, until I am kicked out."
"What makes you think I won't make you quit?" challenged the decrepit man.
"I've had better people do crueler things than you can ever come up with, Monsieur. I'm not an easy woman to break."
He raised a brow. "Oh, is that so?" She nodded happily. "Then I suppose I'll have to just tear the flesh from your bones."
For a moment, Toinette was silent, and the dracul thought he had scared her enough. This thought was soon murdered brutally when she gave him an inhumanly wicked smile. She walked closer, set his drink on the tiny table next to him, and leaned forward until her mouth was close to his ear. "Been zhere, done zhat," she whispered harshly, not even attempting to hide her accent. "If you want to make me feel scared, Monsieur, you'll have to try much, much 'arder than that."