Chapter 3: First Arguments and First Duties

I led the girl down the dark corridor to a room that I knew very well, the librabry. I opened the door knowing well the girl would be expecting light but no, there was none.

"Um, Monsieur… are you a creature of the night?" I heard her ask. I turned to her with a deep frown. Creatures of the night were make believe vampires, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What made you think that?" I asked slightly pushing her in the library. I saw her shrug in the darkness.

"With all the stories I read I figured you were one of them since almost every single part of your manor is pitch black." She said without complication. This girl was no child, she was more close to being a woman then a child. Her voice was neither small or sqeaky, nor was it extreamly deep, it just seemed just right.

"You believe that rubish?" I asked heading toward the fire place.

"No, but sometimes its fun to believe." She said watching me light the fire. Once lit if aced her and watched as she took a better look at me.

…….

The man in front of me known as Erik was… well – tall. He was at least six foot something to me. He had thick black as night hair, eyes that were blue yet somehow managed to become green. Fasinating. But the one things that caught my attention most was the white mask that covered the right side of his face. Probably deformed, there is no other explination unless he wants to hide his good looks to himself.

"What?" He asked firm. So he is deformed.

"Nothing," I resonded, and left it with that. Once the fire was lit I rushed to it and sat down trying to warm myself and dry myself.

I felt him stare at me from behind, probably wondering why I'm soaking wet, well he shouldn't, it is clearly obvious!

…….

Feeling uncomfortable with the silence I cleared my throat causing her to turn.

"Are you alright?" she asked, I nodded and watched as she went back to what she was doing. Why that little…

"Enough," I said firm. She turned and stood to face me, she looked annoyed and I nealry laughed.

"What is your name?" I asked. The girl sighed and straightened.

"Jaclyn" she said simply.

"A true french name, I knew someone who would have liked that name very much."

The girl frowned.

"Knew?" She asked. I blinked once then cleared my throat.

"How old are you?" I asked changing the subject. She blinked as well then straightened.

"I'm fourteen I believe, or will be in a week or so," she said clearly. I nodded my head in agreement.

"You'll do just fine," I then said, I watched as she suddenly stilled and went wide eyed.

"What do you mean?" She asked slowly. I frowned at her action and tone of voice. She seemed frightened.

"You seem old enough to learn how to be a proper servent."

At this she relaxed but stilled again. Only it was not a look of fright in her eyes but a look of disbelief.

"What? Your servant? You must be jesting!" She went hysteric when the word servant came to her ears.

"I don't jest," I said simply.

"You can't be serious, I have cooked and cleaned for many and am now very tired of doing such things." She said standing tall in defence mode.

"So you have experience, good, then you can start cleaning the library first." I said with a grin. She looked around the room seeing how much dust there is, she growled and shook her head.

"You do not own me Monsieur, as a matter of fact I don't have to stay here I'll just leave." And with that she turned to make her way out of the library. But I quickly interfered.

"You're leaving right when Lucian is having a fit?" I asked, then laughed which caused her to turn. "You'll be within his grasp if you leave now."

"How do you know? I have been running from him for eight years and I can run for eight more if I have to." Her voice was full of determination. I wish she was right but she wasn't. Once Lucian was angry and truly set out to achieve something he will stop at nothing to get it. I know how Lucian can be, a very disgusting beast is what he can be. He will show Jaclyn this dusgusting side and not just once.

"You want to leave and be rapped by a sick filth then be my guest the door is down the hall to your right." I said without emotion. She was silent with a cold glare stuck to her face. She then sighed.

"What are my duties?" She asked firmly.

"Your attidtue reminds me of someone, can't palce who though." I said while staring into her brown eyes.

"Who do I remind you of?" She asked becoming more calm. I rolled my eyes at her question.

"Perhaps you did not hear me, I said I did not know who," I sighed not needing to be annoyed further.

"Oh, sorry. Do I remind you of your wife or something?" She said with a laugh. I though didn't move an inch. I felt my blood boil and found it intersting how I was begging myself to stay calm.

"I'm sorry, I'm only jesting." She said again with a laugh.

"Its not good to jest," I said silently. Her smile became small and warm as well as her eyes.

"It is when you want to try and make someone happy," she said slow.

"You can look deep within me and you will see for yourself that happiness… is no where to be found." There was silence for a while before I broke it.

"Follow me and I shall show you the rooms you will clean."

And with that I led her outside the library and into many rooms that were filled with dust and cobwebs. Each room she had a comment of Its too dirty, or whats the point of having this room if you don't use it? She's a handful, but I have to deal with it. We stopped in the hall way when it suddenly hit her. She tunred to me with angry eyes.

"I have to clean more then ten rooms!" She bellowed.

"And?" I asked simply.

"You have other servants to do half of all that!" Her eyes were wide with disbelief and anger, it was quite amusing actually.

"Yes I do have other servants, but they clean the privet rooms only," I said staring dead into her eyes telling her that not only does she not clean the privet rooms but she does not enter the privet rooms. She nodded.

"Well its unfair…"

"Listen I have been dealing with your complaints throughout the whole night I don't need anymore…"

"No! You listen," my eyes widen as she raised her voice at me. "You expect me to clean and cook. I have to get up early in the mourning, cook your breakfast, clean, then clean some more, then clean even more. Then I have to cook your bloody lunch! Then afterwards clean some more, and more, then after that cook dinner, then clean more, more, more, more and more! And before I know it a full day has gone by and I haven't got any sleep!"

There was silence, all I heard was the echo of her voice. I felt like grabbing her by the shoulders and shake the apology out of her but no, I did nothing.

"Are you finished?" I asked suddenly causing her to flinch. "Because if you are, the library is waiting to be cleaned." She looked at me and glared before stomping and making her way toward the library.

"Dinner is at eight, I expect it done half an hour later." I said with a grin as I heard her murmmur something under her breath.

Then it hit me like lightenning, Her attitude reminds me of… me

Hey all,

I hope this chapter was ok, for some reason I'm feeling a little down with it. Please forgive me for any spelling or grammar errors, for my other stories it will work but for some reason it won't work for this one. Alright, please review

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"Life is a mask, its our job to take it off and discover the journey behind it not in front for there is nothing there but a mask"