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The sun shone through the window, bright and cheerful. The girl it woke, was the opposite. Her blonde hair stuck out awkwardly, tangled into knots. Her blue eyes were dull with a bad night's sleep, and her clothes were rumpled, at least the ones she didn't take off in her sleep. She almost climbed out of bed, in the night shirt, when she noticed she wasn't alone. Alex had been watching her wake up, as he usually does when he performs his wake up call, opening the curtains.

She froze,staring at him, the blanket half off her naked thighs before the fact she wasn't wearing panties began to register in her mind. Red crept into her cheeks, and she quickly put the blanket back down, the fogginess sleep left in her mind clearing away quickly to be replaced by a glare as cold as ice that disguised her embarrassment.

"Brat." Alex greeted her with, amusement flooding his voice as well as his facial features. He was already neatly dressed, hair brushed, his toned body showing beneath his suit. "Dork. What's with the getup?" His eyebrow raised at the nickname, but he didn't reply to either of her comments, instead saying "Breakfast is ready. I expect you to be dressed for your mission in one hour, and tonight is the party." Disgust crossed Alice's features as she thought about the party. No way she could skip it, but maybe if she stayed a wallflower, she could sneak out now and then. Parties definitely were NOT her thing. Especially not ones her father threw. No, she especially hated those.

His smirk grew to an obnoxious size as he teasingly asked, "Aren't you going to get up?" Making Alice's face grow redder by the second. She reached for the closest thing, her pillow, and threw it hard as she could. Her pillow had her rock collection inside it, so when he batted it away, Alex grunted satisfyingly from pain. Shaking his wrist in annoyance, he left, overreacting by using his opposite hand to open the door, and making a huge point about it by overemphasizing his already overdramatic gestures and expressions.

Now that he was gone, she jumped out of bed and practically slammed herself into the door, making sure it stayed shut until she locked it. Sure she was safe from intruders, she closed the curtains, making her room as dark as night. Her eyes quickly adjusted and she strolled to the bathroom, throwing open the door and setting to work making herself look nice for her Father.

The bathroom was relatively feminine, with rows upon rows of lotions, perfumes, accessories, makeup, hair dyes, contacts, and various other things she used to go under cover. The tub was massive, with one bottle of her favourite soap, some conditioners and shampoos, bubbles, and various oils and salts ment to have various effects. She stripped down to nothing, leaning over and turning the tap up as hot it would go.

Carefully, she picked out a handful of oils, not even needing to glance at the tags to know which ones she picked. She used them often, to help relieve pain, stress, and help heal wounds. She desperately needed the first and last one, as her last mission left her with a large gash across her stomach, and claw marks down her legs, along with a nasty bite wound.

She winced as she saw these in the mirror, some fresh blood leaking from one of the scratches. Probably reopened when she slammed into the door, in a rush to make sure Alex stayed out, she sat on the floor an began to unwrap some of the nonwater proof bandages. Once she was done, she noticed steam rising from the tub, and she quickly plugged it up, mixing her oils into the steaming water. Before long, the whole room was full of steam and the scent of herbs and flowers.

She was semi-obsessed with using natural products instead of chemicals, as she hated her body being damaged. Reveling in the scents that filled the air, she slid into the scalding hot tub, turning off the tap and sat for a period, before she began carefully washing her body. Mostly, she used scrubs, getting dirt from her pores and getting off dead skin, before scrubbing her scalp to avoid dander or headlice.

She was relatively quick , despite the amount of steps she had to do to get truly clean. This included repeatedly draining and refilling the tub, as it got dirty with blood repeatedly. Once her hair was silky smooth, her pale skin softened by scrubs and lotions, she climbed out, the fluffy towel soaking up the red spots that lined the cuts. Even more had opened during the bath, the scrubs and rough lufa rubbing off the scabs. Luckily the towel was black, so it wouldn't stain.

Alice took more time drying her hair, shaving her body and lotioning it, before strolling out to her bedroom. Dropping the towel, she flung open her wardrobe doors, her blue eyes scanning over the packed space, fabrics of all types nearly over flowing, from frills and lace, to leather and latex, rocker to lady of the court, she had costumes for them all. But for this event in particular, she had a special dress.

A royal purple evening gown. It had long sleeves that draped past her long finger tips, made of intricate lace. The sleeves were off the shoulder, the bodice hugging her tightly as it laced in the back like a corset. The skirt was a highlow, short and satin-y, ending above the knees, but the over skirt was sheer and was long enough in the back to drag behind her slightly. Naturally, this was given to her for a ball. It came with an intricate choker, the silver chain draping around her neck in a criss-cross pattern , black and purple sugilite gems, fibrolite decorating the center piece, that being a cross, specially made from melted down nails used to build a Catholic Church.

Of course, she never used it to protect herself from VAMPIRES. No one had seen any in centuries, though everyone heard rumors..rumors of purebloods that were seeking human brides, and the recent rise in kidnaps of young females did not help. But of course, they were just rumors. If vampires were still around, there would certainly be more chaos, as everyone knows they were too obsessed with their lust for blood to keep hidden this long.

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...Dark Rose Comments: I wonder how I'm doing so far, it's hard to judge my own work because I'm always changing my standards XD so sorry for not updating for so long, I'll try to do better now.

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"My little mivv...what are you doing...?" Alice's big eyes turned up towards the man's face, markers still in hand, paused over the canvas. Black shadows, of indistinct shape surrounded what appeared to be a child in the center of the canvas. Red splashed over everything, without order, and what could possibly be limbs lay around the edges, where the room would continue if there was more canvas. All of it was a bit obscure, but way better than you would expect of an eight year old.

"What is that..?" He asked, plucking the drawing from her hands gingerly. "The vampires! The ones that tried to take me home when Pa an Mam died! See, this one has a funny hat, an this ones wearing glasses!" A look of worry crossed the man's face as he carefully picked up Alice, hugging her tightly. "Mivv, you know that vampires don't exist, right?" Her head tilted, innocently, as she gazed at him in confusion. "But I saw them, I did! And the-" "it was just a bad dream...I got you from the school, remember...?"

She looked down at her lap, thumbs twiddling as she mumbled quietly. "I did see them..I really did.." He stroked her brown locks soothingly. "Remember my little Mivv, vampires are just made up monsters, they don't truly exist.."

All the while, a certain servant looked on nervously, but he knew better than to contradict his Master's words, so he stayed seen and unheard.

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?Neon Lotus Comments: oh how I wish he would tell the little sahib the truth...

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Alice walked with grace, across the golden ball room. People alternated between respect and hatred as she passed by, her hair twisted and pinned behind her head by simple silver pin with an ancient symbol to protect from harm. Her dress flowed around her slender and pale legs like liquid, her shoes clicking menacingly across the floor as she attempted to walk quietly but it came out more of a prowl. Alex walked beside her, his aura dark because of his pissy mood. "Why must I escort a brat like you when I could be escorting a beautiful lady.." "Because father said so." Alice replied curtly, wanting to speak to him as little as possible. Where is he..I wish he would escort me..

Alex glanced over at her, and smugly said "You don't want me here either, so if I slipped away I could say you ordered me to leave you." "And who would he believe if I broke out the waterworks?" Alex humphed unceremoniously, glaring at her as he knew Alice was right. "Daddy's girl.." He muttered, earning a high heel in his foot.

"Little Mivv, you look beautiful.." At the strong accent, Alice turned her head, spotting her father. He is a tall man, with huge muscles that show beneath his classic tuxedo. People moved out of his way, bowing to him as he passed, a greatly different reaction to those who saw her. She wasn't truly a part of the family, and therefore not many people respected her, especially since she will be taking over as head soon.

"I'm not little anymore father." Alice replied, a smile plastering itself into her face. Smooth and natural, but faker than a liar's tales. He smiled and pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear gently. "You will always be my little Mivv." Alice cleared her throat, changing the subject. "What is this party for, father? I don't recall today being a special occasion." A look of surprise crossed his face, and he glanced at Alex who shook his head fiercely, not bothering to hide the fact. Alice didn't bother to hide her look of suspicion either, as her father gently pat her shoulder, his huge hand covering it easily. "Don't worry, it shall be made clear soon." Then he nervously wandered away.

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*. End of Chapter Notes: i haven't updated in forever so I'll cut this day a bit short, make the update quicker. So so sorry for my disappearance guys. I can't promise I'll be better .

Mystery OC: Why can't you tell the little sahib quicker?! She needs to know!

Alex: shut up, you have no right to comment. You got yourself kicked out, remember? Stupid servants should keep themselves in line.

Mystery OC: you will regret this one day, all of you will..

Author: no spoilers in the notes please guys! Okay okay, wrapping this up before they fight

Alex: he started it..

Author: see you next chapter! *whispers* shut up!