Oh.

My.

God.

What the hell was wrong with me? I just told my enslaver that he was creepy. (Which is completely true since he won't stop staring at me)

"Don't touch me," I seethed angrily when he tried to grab my arm. I ripped it away from him which hurt like hell.

"Follow me," he said as he started to walk towards a door that read, "Employees Only". I had no choice, but to follow him since everyone was staring at us.

"You touch me, I yell rat," I quoted from Ferris Bueller's Day Off to another vampire who too was creepy and kept on staring at me. I think that being creepy is a top requirement for all of these corpses.

I crossed my arms over my chest and followed the creepy corpse into an office. I didn't want to sit down mainly because I don't trust this guy. I looked expectantly at him with a raised eyebrow as we stared at each other.

"So," I drawled out sarcastically. "Are we gonna talk or are we just gonna keep staring at each other?"

"So I'm creepy."

"Borderline-scratch that, you are so over the line of creepiness that it's become a dot to you now that I think about it," I replied.

"What gave me away," he said with a smirk.

"The corpse part."

"You mean vampire," he corrected.

I rolled my eyes. "You say tomato, I say tomato. Anyways, so what's the deal here? Am I a slave now? What can I expect?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I asked one question and the last two were sub parts of the main question-the first question," I responded.

Eric smiled faintly at my answer before getting up and going to a cabinet as he told me, "You are going to be my maid."

"What?! A maid?!"

"Yes," Eric answered calmly before throwing something blue at me. It hit me in the face. Stupid corpse. Bastard. "You will cook for me, clean my house, make sure everything is alway in place and exactly where it was placed first when you touched it, if I say not to go somewhere or do something then you will obey me-"

"So basically I'm your slave," I said in a monotone voice.

"Servant," he corrected sharply. He pointed to the thing in my lap. "That is your uniform. Go in the bathroom and try it on."

I growled lowly at him as I took the uniform and traveled to the bathroom. I slipped inside one of the stalls and I started to take off my clothes after I checked for hidden cameras since this place screamed shady as fuck all over. After I put on the uniform, I looked into the mirror just as I came out of the stall.

Oh, jeez! I look like Alice from Alice in Wonderland...with brown hair. He even made me wear a black headband too. I tied my white apron tightly around my waist. I went outside and saw that no one was there. I smiled widely as I saw the door that led to my freedom. After a quick glance around, I ran towards the door and wretched it opened. I gasped as I saw the blonde woman from outside standing on the other side of the door, waiting.

"Going somewhere?" She purred in question.

"I was hoping to get away from you corpses."

"Do you hear that, Eric? She called us corpses."

I looked behind me and saw Eric leaning against the door frame of his office. "That's not nice."

"Not a nice girl," I snapped back at him.

"Leaving so soon," he mused.

I shrugged unapologetically. "Can't blame a girl for trying?"

"I'm impressed. No one's tried to escape twice in less than an hour."

"And I plan to try again when you least expect it actually," I responded unenthusiastically.

The blonde woman chuckled. "I like this one."

"Knew you would, Pam."

"She's got fire...more than that other human you-"

"Pam," he warned.

Eric grabbed my arm once the smile disappeared off of his face and we walked out the club. The blonde woman named Pam waving her fingers at us as she smiled in complete and utter amusement when we left. In their eyes, there was this inside joke between them or something.

Were they together or something? Ew, would this be some sort of sharing thing between them?! How weird!

There was another human. I need to find out who they are and how the hell they escaped these corpses.

Escape Plan A: walking out the front door (FAILED)

Escape Plan B: try walking out the front door again (FAILED)

Escape Plan C: Flirty Distraction (IN-PROGRESS)

An evil smirk appeared on my face as I thought about my plans from A-Z. Yes…everything will go according to plan-

"What's going according to plan?" Eric asked.

"Nothing," I barked at him. "Mind your own business, corpse!"

"If you try to escape again-"

"Blah blah kill me blah blah give me pains of death blah," I grumbled, shaking my head around. "I could care less. Can't blame me from trying escape cleaning your house though...my generation hates doing things. We're lazy."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Interesting."

"Not really, corpse."

"Human."

"Is that meant to insult me," I asked curiously. "I like being human...well, not particularly right now in this moment, but sometimes."

"Give me a reason how-"

"I can go in the sun," I emphasized the sun part with a wide smile. "You can't."

Eric nodded. "Alright. I'll give that. One thing."

"I still don't like you, corpse," I grumbled, pointing a finger up at him.

"Don't be so quick to judge, human."

I rolled my eyes. "So I'm really confused...you made a deal with my dad basically selling my soul to you and all you want me to do is be your stupid maid. Wow talk about being the worst villain in the entire history of super villains."

"Villain? Is that how you see me?"

I scoffed. "Oh like you care! You probably like being the bad guy! You seem like the type of guy to like being feared-I don't fear you in case you were wondering."

He suddenly shoved me against the gate and I grumbled in annoyance. "Ouch."

"Oh but I could make you fear me."

"You could," I whispered. "But you would get bored if I became so timid."

He smirked. "Perhaps."

"Now get off me, you corpse." I cringed at him as I smelled myself. "Oh God! I'm gonna smell like rotting flesh for weeks now! Thanks a lot! Hey! You didn't answer my question. Why did you do all of this?"

He patted the top of my head causing me to smack his hand away. "I knew you would look adorable in that outfit."

I gaped at him. "I knew it! You creepy, pervy, asshole-"

"Ah-uh," he tsked at me, shaking his finger at me like I was some sort of child. "Watch your tone-"

"If you finish that sentence with 'young lady', I will knee you in the crotch so hard your parents will feel it!"

Eric chuckled and suddenly lifted me into his arms as I scowled deeply at him.

"I hate you," I screamed at him as we flew off into the sky.

As we landed on the ground, I crossed my arms over my chest and Eric stared down at me in amusement. I knew that I looked like a little kid who didn't get what they wanted.

He set me down on the ground and I punched him in the arm. I grunted in pain as I cradled my hand to my chest. The corpse barely even moved! OW! God that really hurt like a bitch!

"Are you finished?" He asked impatiently.

"Never," I snarled at him. "I'm finished now because I have to go wrap up my hand, but once it heals then I will say that I am never finished."

He grabbed the collar of my dress and dragged me towards the extremely and unnecessarily large mansion. This place will take forever to clean! I'll be cleaning the floors for life now! This place was really big, too big actually. I sighed heavily as I pushed a curl out of my face as I ran my hands down the uniform, straightening the crinkles.

Eric pushed a couple of cleaning supplies into my arms. "Get to work."

"Work requires payment. I don't see any money in my hands," I complained to him as he started to walk away.

"You are the payment, human," Eric called back to me, his voice echoing. "Like you said before you are my slave, remember?"

Oh, that asshole! Stupid corpse!

"I'm a servant, corpse," I yelled back at him, shoving the cleaning supplies to the ground.

"CLEAN! NOW!"

I jumped at his voice and grumbled in annoyance as I knelled down and started to clean the floor, "Stupid corpse."

TBC…

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