He knew it was wrong to even look at her, but he couldn't take his eyes off the long, flowing, blonde hair or the face that it framed. She was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. Lycan, human or vampire. But she was a vampire and to make things worse the daughter of Viktor. Even just the thought that Lucian found floating in his head would be unforgivable to Viktor, let alone acting upon them.
Lucian watched as she boarded the stairs and looked back at him as if she knew he was watching. He immediately looked away knowing he was not her equal, therefore it wouldn't be in his best interest to upset her. He was probably just a beast in the eyes of her. When he looked back, she was gone, but the picture of the way she moved, the way she looked and the way she laughed remained with him.
Even as a servant to Viktor he never hoped any bad will on vampires. His life was relatively good. He worked during the day and rested during most of the night while the vampires were free to roam. This left little time for Lucian to watch his obsession, but still, it was enough.
He left the castle through the servant's door in the kitchen and walked alone through the field to the servant's quarters. Beyond the small field were a few small cottages. This was where he lived. In each cottage 10 to 15 Lycans lived. It was a tight squeeze, yet better than living in the conditions most Lycans lived. Stepping through the door of the furthest cottage, he knew he was home. His eyes glimpsed back to the castle and stopped.
It was her again. She was standing in the middle of the field looking at something, or for something. She wore a loose white gown that swept down to the grass, a white shawl was thrown haphazardly around her shoulders.
He slowly walked to her, stopping at last when he was close enough to touch her.
"My lady," He addressed her with a small nod.
"I've been meaning to ask you, servant, the meaning of your constant gawking," her voice was sharp and clearly annoyed.
"I am sorry. I meant you no discomfort."
"May I ask your name?"
His questioning eyes met hers. No one of the vampire household ever asked for his name. "Lucian, my Lady,"
"How old are you, Lucian?"
"Twenty-five"
"And what Lycan family are you from?"
His eyes dropped to the ground. His family had been killed years ago. He was told by Lycans, that was how he became one. The only person he knew of was his cousin, Craven, but he was forbidden to mention that. "I do not know. None of the families here,"
"I need a personal servant. You will run for things during the day that I need as well as attend to me when need be. I already have a lady assistant, I need a male that can leave the premises because, as you know women cannot. I picked you because you said you had no family," She paused and placed the shawl correctly on her shoulders. "It is optional. I would never make you do anything against your will."
This was as close as he was ever treated like an equal to her kind.
"As my personal servant you would live on of the rooms off of mine and shower in the indoor servant bathroom. I'd also require you to call be Sonja," She smiled at him for the first time since their conversation had begun. "What do you say Lucian?"
He was almost at a loss for words. This would give him a reason to be around her and a reason to "gawk" at her. "It would be my pleasure, my Lady,"
"Please, Lucian. I would like for you to call me by my name,"
"I'm sorry Sonja," The name rolled of his tongue like he was meant to say it and all at once he not only wanted to say it, he wanted to shout it out loud. "I would be honored."
"Good. I will await you at my quarters tomorrow at nightfall," She smiled once again. "I bid you goodnight, Lucian."
"Goodnight, Sonja,"
With that she turned and left.
Lucian watched as she boarded the stairs and looked back at him as if she knew he was watching. He immediately looked away knowing he was not her equal, therefore it wouldn't be in his best interest to upset her. He was probably just a beast in the eyes of her. When he looked back, she was gone, but the picture of the way she moved, the way she looked and the way she laughed remained with him.
Even as a servant to Viktor he never hoped any bad will on vampires. His life was relatively good. He worked during the day and rested during most of the night while the vampires were free to roam. This left little time for Lucian to watch his obsession, but still, it was enough.
He left the castle through the servant's door in the kitchen and walked alone through the field to the servant's quarters. Beyond the small field were a few small cottages. This was where he lived. In each cottage 10 to 15 Lycans lived. It was a tight squeeze, yet better than living in the conditions most Lycans lived. Stepping through the door of the furthest cottage, he knew he was home. His eyes glimpsed back to the castle and stopped.
It was her again. She was standing in the middle of the field looking at something, or for something. She wore a loose white gown that swept down to the grass, a white shawl was thrown haphazardly around her shoulders.
He slowly walked to her, stopping at last when he was close enough to touch her.
"My lady," He addressed her with a small nod.
"I've been meaning to ask you, servant, the meaning of your constant gawking," her voice was sharp and clearly annoyed.
"I am sorry. I meant you no discomfort."
"May I ask your name?"
His questioning eyes met hers. No one of the vampire household ever asked for his name. "Lucian, my Lady,"
"How old are you, Lucian?"
"Twenty-five"
"And what Lycan family are you from?"
His eyes dropped to the ground. His family had been killed years ago. He was told by Lycans, that was how he became one. The only person he knew of was his cousin, Craven, but he was forbidden to mention that. "I do not know. None of the families here,"
"I need a personal servant. You will run for things during the day that I need as well as attend to me when need be. I already have a lady assistant, I need a male that can leave the premises because, as you know women cannot. I picked you because you said you had no family," She paused and placed the shawl correctly on her shoulders. "It is optional. I would never make you do anything against your will."
This was as close as he was ever treated like an equal to her kind.
"As my personal servant you would live on of the rooms off of mine and shower in the indoor servant bathroom. I'd also require you to call be Sonja," She smiled at him for the first time since their conversation had begun. "What do you say Lucian?"
He was almost at a loss for words. This would give him a reason to be around her and a reason to "gawk" at her. "It would be my pleasure, my Lady,"
"Please, Lucian. I would like for you to call me by my name,"
"I'm sorry Sonja," The name rolled of his tongue like he was meant to say it and all at once he not only wanted to say it, he wanted to shout it out loud. "I would be honored."
"Good. I will await you at my quarters tomorrow at nightfall," She smiled once again. "I bid you goodnight, Lucian."
"Goodnight, Sonja,"
With that she turned and left.