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CASSIDY'S POINT OF VIEW:
Well, it wasn'texactly a problem to say that it was a rough day. Quite a rough day actually. Thomas was sent off a few hours ago to do his own work and I found myself preparing more blood in the kitchen. I have had to unpack all of Octavian's clothes and then fold them and then put them in individual drawers of the room he was to reside in. I must say it was quite an…unpleasant shock to see Octavian again, but it is not my place to complain. I found that every time I was to do a task of his…he would watch me closely. A little too close for my liking.
I was leaning against the old wooden table, watching the boiling of the blood intently. Whose life came from this one, I wondered grimly. "Not sure." A voice said behind me. I whirled around and found Octavian grinning at me. "Excuse me?" I asked softly, furrowing my brows in confusion. "You asked of the blood. My reply was, 'Not sure." He said with a small chuckle. I widened my eyes in all knowing that I must have said my thoughts aloud. "Oh…forgive me, for I am being silly." I replied sheepishly. Forgive me for my silliness?
He smiled and took a couple of steps towards me, which, of course, made me quite nervous. "Perfectly alright, me dear. Perfectly alright." Came his smooth reply. "Oh, um, thank you…sp…sir…" said my foolish little voice. The kettle began to whistle and I jumped, I mean literally, jumped. I found myself clutching to Octavian in fright and he smiled charmingly down at me. Oh, I could smack him. "You better watch yourself, darling. We wouldn't want you to fall and bruise that pretty little face of yours." He whispered tauntingly in my ear. "Oh…yes, I'll have to watch that won't I? Now, if you'll excuse me, sir, I must prepare your food." I said just a little too coldly. He merely smirked and released me. Idiot.
DRACULA'S POINT OF VIEW:
I have just received word that Octavian has been here for at least 4 hours. Insolent twit! He's early. What could he possibly be doing right now? Chatting with my brides or working the servants to their graves. Oh, Cassidy. I have not seen her in days. I could hardly admit to myself how much I missed her. It felt good and sweetly disgusting all at once. Perhaps I should pay her a little visit. As I headed towards my dark door that shielded me from other things in this palace, I could hear my Brides whispering outside my door. I gritted my teeth. What could they possibly want now?
I sighed and threw open the heavy doors with ease and they yelped with surprise. "Do not be frightened my lovelies, for it is only me. Have you come to speak to me of anything specific?" I asked, trying desperately to hide my irritation. "My darling, Octavian wishes the empty room in the West Wing." Marishka whispered seductively in my ear. "Yes, love, do you forbade it?" Ask Verona, clinging to me and placing small chaste kissed down my neck. "West Wing? That is next to Cassidy's room, no?" I wondered out loud. "Yes, but who minds? Certainly not us!" Marishka cried with disdain. "Of course not, loves, merely curious as to why he wants to be near the girl…" I said, swiftly pushing them away and walking down the hall. My eyes hardened and I concentrated. Cassidy. Lovely, sweet Cassidy was near.
CASSIDY'S POINT OF VIEW:
"Thomas?" I called into the empty hallways. I had just prepared some dinner for us after today's piety exertions. I called his name once more, but he didn't show up. I sighed and turned around, but gasped as Thomas stumbled in through the dinning room door, a bottle of wine in his hand. "Thomas?" I said, walking towards him slowly. The Brides must have really worked him hard. He always drinks when he's been worked to the core. "6 hours! 6 hours of bleeding back breaking work! Do you believe this?" He asked, spitting and slurring, making me wince at the smell of his breath tickling my cheeks. "Oh, Thomas? I seemed to have broken a nail. Do touch it up a bit, darling!" Thomas imitated Marishka's voice. I found myself giggling despite his ridiculous stage. "You know what else? The walls in this palace are anything but sturdy!" Thomas stumbled over to the tiled wall of the kitchen and kicked it with his old worn boots. 3 tiles fell to the floor. "See? Come right off!" Thomas declared with a distinct gurgling noise. "Alright, Thomas, I think you just need to eat your dinner and go to bed. Hmm?" I said comfortingly. He then tripped and fell into my arms. He laughed lazily and looked up at me with glazed over drunken eyes. "Cass…look at you…so beautiful…" He murmured, raising a hand to my cheek. "Thomas, stop…you are drunk…" I said, pleading with him not to continue. "I must tell you something, Cass…" That's all he managed to utter, before falling limp in my arms. I sighed and looked around the room desperately. He's getting rather heavy and I don't know where to put his drunken body. I just decided to lay him gently on the floor and eat my dinner while it was still warm.
As I ate, I wondered about the Count. I had not seen him for 3 day, 14 hours, and about 57 minutes. Not that I'm counting. His charming face and voice clouded over my mind as I finished the last bite of my meat. I absentmindedly stepped out of my chair and found my way over to Thomas's sleeping form. Shaking my head, I grabbed his arms and drug him to the door. I placed his arms down and opened up the door and checked the hallways before grabbing his arms again and pulling him down to my room across the hall. My, has he put on some pounds? Good lord, Thomas. As I entered my room, I took another weary breath before trying to put Thomas on my bed. Not very simple. After a couple of tries of picking him up, I just got on the bed and grabbed his legs. I began to pull him up to the bed, but as I pulled, I didn't notice that I was nearing the edge of my bed. I fell off and dropped his legs.
I heard the thud of his head hitting the wooden floor as I thumped down on my rump. "Oh…that might hurt in the morning…" I muttered before getting him onto the bed, careful of my whereabouts upon the bed. I rolled him onto his back and let out a loud heavy sigh. His eyes suddenly fluttered open and he looked around him confused. "Cassidy?" He asked softly. "Yes. I'm here." I replied, seating myself next to him upon the cushiness of the bed. "I really have to tell you something…before it's too late…" He said with such an intensity I could not describe. "Tell me." I commanded gently. "You…you are everything…I could have ever hoped…f-for…Cass…you, you are so beautiful…and I …I really…really…l-l…well…I really…Cassidy…I love you." He finally managed to say with a slight whimper. My eyes were bulging out and my hands were shaking. My lips trembled like the last leaf of autumn in the wind. I didn't even make to move as his lips found themselves on mine. I could only stare at him as he kissed me…so tenderly. He then fell back from me and closed his eyes, a content smile on his face. "Oh…my…goodness…" As I tucked him into the bed, I replayed the words he had just confessed to me in my head. He loves me. Thomas loves me!! And he kissed me! He kissed me! My thoughts then wandered to Dracula. Oh Dear God up in heaven? What have I gotten myself into?
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