A/N: Hey guys, finally, I'm back on this one and willing to take the out of it! YAY!

The Head

Chapter 7 – In the Mill

"Lady?" The servant girl turned around to face her.

"Yes," the annoyed voice of Lady Van Tassel replied while the owner of the voice, dressed in black, put some trucks on the floor.

"Do you really think this is a good hiding place?"

"Tell me, my dear, what's your name again?"

The servant girl rose her eyebrows and stared at her in disbelief. "Lady, did you forget my name?"

"Yes," the annoyed voice gave back while the Lady turned away to work on the trunks again. "So, what is it?"

"It's Rebecca, my Lady."

"So, Rebecca, help me with the horses. We have lots of work to do."

"I would rather suggest to do nothing but hide," the servant girl said and watched the Lady with disgust. She thought, indeed, to be too good to do dirty jobs. Dirty jobs were merely all jobs imaginable. The Lady soon found about about that part of her character.

"Rebecca," her voice sneered through the air, "didn't I tell you to help me with the horses?"

"They're not clean," Rebecca anwesered, "I wouldn't touch them."

The Lady stared at her and thought that her ears were playing a trick on her. "I beg your pardon?" Now, her voice wasn't annoyed anymore. It was the voice of a teacher, a teacher who found out about undone homework.

"It's not clean," the servant girl gave back, obviously she didn't fear the Lady yet. Unwise of her.

Two minutes later, the servant girl stood outside and cleaned the horses with water and soap. Her crabby moans showed very well what she was thinking about it; but after the evil looks that the Lady had shot at her she felt unable to refuse anything. 'Damn horses,' she thought and scrubbed the back of the black horse, 'that's such a pity. I should spend my time in a worthy household, not in this dirty mill.' But no thoughts leave without the proper punishment.

For, the Lady could read other people's minds. And she loved doing it. Though it was not very pleasing, sometimes it helped her. The servant girl was ominous and she already eyed her. But she didn't give up on her – she believed in the evil mind that was carried in her.

"My dear, why don't you clean my horse either?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the servant girl obayed in a sweet cranberry-voice. 'Stupid old cow,' she thought. But the Lady smiled. She went over to face the horse.

'My big baby, Ruthus, why don't you give her a nice time cleaning you?', she thought and stroked it. 'You are such a precious beauty.'

She went back in to carry the trunks around and to clean them. The mill was not very comfy, but she had built a basement in which she could cook, wash herself and sleep – and do her dirty witch work. Nobody would ever find out about it, of course, once she had killed the servant girl. 'I thought about keeping her,' she thought and touched a potato, 'but she's too much of a brat to be treated that nice.'

From outside, the moans of a servant girl were to be heard who was being hit by the horse's legs.