INAPPROPRATE ATTRACTION CH.2
"So, what did he say ?"
"He didn't say anything after that I just turned around and walked to the kitchens," I was talking to another one of the servants, she is around my age but a bit younger than me and is new and eager to see the Cullens. She had obviously heard about their beauty like many of the other new girls had.
Personally, if I was half as famous as the Cullens are for my good looks then I wouldn't brush it off or act like it was nothing, like the Cullens do.
I would die of embarrassment.
I hate being the centre of attention and that is why I think that I am well suited as a maid. No one has ever noticed me, until now. I always found being watched or noticed too much unnerving.
"Bella, did you hear me ?"
"Huh, oh yeah sorry, I was just thinking of getting the music room cleaned before head maid finds out," I lied, well actually it wasn't that much of a lie because it was at the back of my mind. Head maid is very picky about clean rooms and presentation.
"Well you'd better get going, I hear she gives extra chores to those who slack off in her opinion and today she is not in a great mood !"
Great that's all I need, I already have too many chores, ugh. Rushing out off the kitchen towards the cleaning closet I can hear the sharp click- clack of head maids high heels. Oh no, she is coming my way and there is no where to hide. I turn my back to the corridor suddenly becoming very interested in the bare brick wall in font of me.
"Miss Swan, may I have a word ?" came the eerily high pitched voice. My first thought of a reply was to scream and run but my integrity got the better of me and I replied with a meek " Yes m'am,".
EPOV (you know you want to read it)
Why does society regard us the way they do ?
Just because some people may look better than others or have more money does not measure the amount of morality that they possess. Some of the high people in society are just spiteful and nasty.
For once I wish that I was one of the peasants that I see working the land as I drive by in the ornate carraige that I am expected to sit in. I see those peasants working but with smiles on their faces and their children dancing around them and their wives looking on fondly.
For once I wish that I could have no worries and just be normal and be allowed to act normal. If it wasn't bad enough that my family was high in society I am what people call a night walker, even though I am able to go about in daylight.
That's right I am a vampire and so are my family. I bet that if society knew what we really were we wouldn't be regarded so respectfully. Far from it !
I hate being what I am, what I was forced to be. I had no choice in the matter, I lost my soul the night that I died. I would not wish it upon any other person, for this life I lead is hard. I don't resent Carlisle for what he did to me, he felt that he was saving me, giving me another chance.
I just wish that I didn't have all this guilt. I cant imagine the guilt that I would feel if I ever drank from a human. My family and I sustain ourselves by feeding off of the animals that populate the wooded area behind our house. We still have a hard time resisting the servants.
Another thing that I hate about society, about this world. The fact that people have other people constantly do things for them disgusts me. I believe that every one is equal and I just want people to see that. Obviously society does not agree.
But as our family have to keep up pretences we have to employ servants and from the thoughts of some of the servants its not a pleasant job. They think that we are snobby, yet beautiful.
I agree we may seem snobby but it is for their own good that we don't to attached, we might slip up. They run from us like we would strike them.
While my mind was shouting abuse at the crude rules of society I venture through the many hallways until I reach the only from that gives me peace.
My music room.
I know that a servant cleans it for there is never dust lying on the grand piano that is situated in the middle of the room. My most prized possession. Whenever I come in here after the servant it always smells so sweet that my mouth begins to water. Figuratively speaking that is.
I never get to see who it is. All the servants do there job quietly and discreetly, you never see them. Unless they are assigned to your chamber than you would not know that they were there other than seeing your house clean and tidy every day.
I run my fingers over the ivory keys of the piano, hearing notes and tunes flutter around in my head forming songs. Songs that want to be released out into the open, heard by crowds of people, appreciated.
Pity, I have no one to play for, no one to truly admire my talent. The only who had ever taken a liking to the piano was Lady Jessica Stanley and I think that she was more interested in the person playing the piano than the instrument itself.
Thinking of her makes my skin crawl. Banishing such horrible thoughts from my mind I perched gently on the old creaky piano bench. I closed my eyes and sighed when my fingers came into contact with the cold ivory keys.
I pressed down tenderly until the sounds of the piano envelope the room. I keep pressing random keys which eventually turn into a melody I recognise. One that lets me vent out all my emotions.
Losing myself in the music I can feel all my worries, emotions and thoughts ebb away like a gentle tide. I distinctively hear the sound of sloshing water and footsteps but pay no attention to it as I can feel myself being pulled under by lull of the symphony.
By this time the tune that has been slowly trickling from my fingers like a steady stream has now turned into a forceful composition. My fingers no longer caress the keys but pound them.
Once my anger had been released, leaving only positive emotions filling my body, my melody turned peaceful. Coming down of the high of music my sense came flooding back to me. Before I could see or hear anything I could smell the sweet scent that has tormented me for quite a while.
It was the scent of the servant who was assigned to this room. Finally I would be able to gaze upon the carrier of this sweet blood. The door hedges open in the tiniest amount, barely leaving enough room for a person to get in.
I can hear her sigh, that door must be hard to push for humans, then pick up a bucket of water and see her shuffle into the room.
I did not realise that my fingers had kept playing on their own accord until I finally broke away from her entrancing beauty. It was more than just beauty that had me enthralled, it was her….her….her everything. Standing there she looked like the incarnation of an angel.
If I did not know that my soul was already gone I would have thought that she'd had come down to heaven to bless my undeserving soul.
Upon seeing me drinking her in with my eyes she turned the most exquisite shade of red known to man kind.
"Beg your pardon Sir, I did not know that any one was in here."
My god, what had I done to deserve hearing her sweet, dulcet voice. Any musician in the world would give their life just to be able to create a sound or melody as harmonious as her voice.
After awakening from the trance her voice put me under I looked up in time to see her walking away. No! this could not happen, I need to say anything before she leaves. I decided to say the first comprehensible sentence that came to my mind.
"No, wait, it's ok, I should have left the door open to let you know of my presence," that has to be the most stupid thing I have ever said.
The emotions flickered across her face, I saw dazed and then confused. She stood there staring at me as if she couldn't understand the words I spoke, like I was speaking a foreign language.
Just before I was going to ask if she was alright she spoke again.
"Nonsense Master Edward, the fault was my own, if you would be kind enough to excuse me I have other rooms to dust and clean," she said in subdued tones.
Master, she called me Master. Just when I had successfully forgotten about the spiteful society I was brought back to reality with a hard blow.
Why would she call me that, I don't want to be her Master, I don't want her to be a servant. This would have been the best moment of my life if I was a normal man. I had finally found a girl that I could see myself liking and society has to ruin it.
She is so beautiful, probably already promised to some one, she is old enough.
How I wish she was promised to me, although I could never get to close, her smell would drive me demented.
I realized that she was waiting for my answer, I replied with a nod, casting my eyes downward. Watching her leave the room was very hard, I wanted to keep her here so only I could look at her.
I wonder what she thought of me, did she see the wonderfully handsome man or the rich prat, I really didn't want her to see me as either. I wish that I could see her again, feel her deep brown eyes bore through to my soul.
Most importantly I want to know her name, feel it roll off the tip of my tongue. I have to see her, even if she doesn't see me. I will find her again.