The sun rose over the valley, flooded with light and warmth to all who dwelt there. Like every morning, the older maids organized breakfast for both the castle family and the staff, obviously prioritizing the servants over the Dimitrescu family since they woke up several hours later than the maids. Mariana and Olga woke up the maids in general. Although it was no longer necessary, since the veteran maids already had a biological clock, they got up just in time when Olga rang the bell to wake them up.
Since all the maids were awakened, Olga sent Anna to wake up the new servant sleeping in the old male servants' room, Erron of course. Young Anna went to wake up Erron, she knocked on the door a couple of times to hear the voice of the man from the other side of the room. Erron was already awake, and he told the young woman on the other side of the door that in five minutes he would be joining them for breakfast.
After a while in which the first group of Mariana finished the food of the servants, the rest of the staff gathered in the great hall, some of them wore night clothes others their maid dresses badly placed. The breakfast was very humble, vegetable soup with coffee, a heavy breakfast to put them through a whole day of work until the evening.
As all the women began to gather, a figure walked through the door, he stood out among them, he was the only figure that had pants. He was the new servant, he was Erron Black, in his full butler outfit, he had all the accessories provided, the gloves, the bow tie and the small pocket towel. His face looked fresh, his hair well combed and his way of walking was very haughty.
"Good morning, ladies" Erron said with a smile to all the women in the room.
"Good morning Erron, I see that what people say is really true." - Mariana said when she saw Erron in the room, leaving the rest of the girls speechless. - "The suit makes the man."
The change was truly amazing for her, for when she saw him for the first time she thought he was a tramp, but seeing him now, well dressed and even better than the other servants in the room made her reflect on him.
"Come join us for breakfast, because today there will be a lot of hard work, especially for you." - Mariana said inviting Erron to sit at the large table.
Erron took a seat next to a couple of maids who weren't exactly wearing their proper maid clothes. Instead, from uniforms, they wore black nightgowns and nightwear, for them there was no problem being in those clothes, since they were among women, but things changed when a foreign man, with a manly face, and a clearly sturdy body and a warm smile was among them.
"Any problem if I sit here?" - Erron asked the two girls. They were clearly feeling embarrassed, but they both thought it would be more embarrassing to deny him a seat, so the 2 girls nodded.
While a couple of other maids handed out the dishes with the day's food, Marian dictated the tasks of the day, most of which were the most basic that could be expected from a maid, such tasks as cleaning rooms, washing clothes, serving tea to the ladies, etc.
While Erron received the soup bowl from her, the maid Mariana would give him her main task, which was to cut the wooden logs to turn them into firewood to later deposit them in the storage boxes of the fireplaces.
When Mariana finished speaking, Erron nodded, but no longer with the warm smile of the morning but with an expression of someone who dislikes his job, for someone like Erron, who 1 week ago was signing contracts with the War Lords of the EarthRealm for sale of arms in the name of Emperor Kotal Kahn, he would now be a humble cutter of firewood from a lost castle to modern civilization.
"Today will be a very bad day." - Erron said as he took the first sip of his vegetable soup, which did not have the amount of protein that he needed, that is, meat, only vegetables and more vegetables. - "And this dish is a sample of it." - Erron ended like this.
About 3 hours had passed after the 6 a.m. breakfast, and Erron had already finished his homework. He was only told to cut the logs already cut, not to cut more, and he did. Erron worked with an ax in the great patio of the catillo. The weather was pleasant, the spring sun promising sunny days in the great snowy desert of the village.
"This is not difficult as I thought. It's very easy. "Erron thought as he cut the logs into smaller pieces of wood. Among his thoughts, Erron believed that his tasks would be more formal like those of a butler of the last century, but apparently the position of butlers was held by Mariana and Olga, so he would only be one more servant.
As Erron cut the wood with great speed and efficiency, he did not notice one of the servants approaching him.
"Hello Erron, Martha sent me if you wanted a drink." - timidly asked Anna, the young maid maybe 23 years while holding a large glass of water.
"I really appreciate it, although I think I'm done, there are no more logs to cut." - Erron said as he pointed to the large pile of pieces of wood that he got.
When he indicated to the maid that he had finished, the servant looked at him in disbelief, as the maids took more than 3 hours to cut all the cut logs. But the maid's eyes confirmed it, the vast majority of the logs were cut.
"Then, already with these." Erron showed with one of his hands the large pile of dry cut pieces of wood. Erron had neither the coat nor the dress shirt, he only owned his tank top, clearly to better work with the ax.
"So if you're done, I think you should start distributing the wood." - Said the maid Anna.
"Do you know where I should distribute this wood?" Erron asked as he took the glass of water.
"I suppose you should start distributing them from the lower floors to the upper ones. If you like, I could accompany you. "- Indicated the young maid.
"Very well, let's get to work." - Erron said as he returned the empty glass to the young woman.
Erron proceeded to put on his upper garments, the dress shirt and his formal black jacket, in addition to accessories such as white cloth gloves and his black bow tie. After gathering the pieces of wood with Anna, he began to distribute the wood to the wood bins on the fireplaces. Filling the wooden barrels at the bottom of the castle took about 30 minutes. As Erron and Anna walked through the stile, Erron talked to the girl.
"Tell me Anna, how many years of service have you been here?" - Erron asked the young woman.
"Well, I started serving at 17 years old. About 6 years ago. " - Said young Anna.
"And how have you handled it?" - Erron asked as the 2 continued walking through the corridors of the lower floors.
"Well, I can't deny that it was easy, but I've gotten used to it." - Young Anna said with great regret.
"Even that" Blood Tax "thing? - Erron asked, wanting to get more information.
"Well, that's a bit more complicated, you see, the Dimitrescu family needs to ingest our blood every day, most of it is smaller amounts, but sometimes they take too much. However, during the creation of the wine, the older maids draw our blood using manual machines and with our blood the famous wine "Sanguinis virginis" is created, which is sold abroad. " - The maid Anna explained before reaching the next room.
Knock Knock knock
"Come in" - said a voice very familiar to the ears of the 2 servants. She was about the "queen of Rome."
At that moment Anna felt a chill, while she was talking with Erron she did not notice the room that was knocking on the door, this was the dining room of the Dimitrescu family, exclusively only the family or occasionally guests ate there. Anna had already knocked on the door, and she had received an answer from the other side. Although after several years of service, she had become accustomed to the figure of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, she knew almost instinctively to stay away from them as long as possible.
"Well ... it seems we have to go in Erron." - Anna said with a stuttering voice as she opened the door.
Lady Dimitrescu had gotten up at 8 in the morning. As is customary and routine for her, he took a hot shower in her large white tub. Ella loved taking long showers to start her day. As she took her shower, her thoughts of the day came to her, which were which dress she would wear that day, which maid would take blood, what mischief her beloved daughters would do with the new staff ... the new servant.
"Erron Black" - Dimitrescu thought while she was still in the tub. This man-thing was very different from anything she had ever seen before. He cut off the brute Heisenberg's hand, survived the jerk Heisenberg show, earned Mother Miranda's interest, not show fear before her or her daughters and more importantly, his strange blood.
"I haven't heard that name for many years." - Lady Dimitrescu said to herself as she got out of the tub.
"Perhaps this mortal knows a little about the real Black. I'll ask the mortal later. After all, those two share the same country. " - She told herself while she covered her large body with a towel.
"But first, it's time for breakfast." - She told herself while she chose her dress that she would use that day.
The door opened, the occupants of the room were the entire Dimitrescu family eating their well-prepared food for breakfast, it was medium cooked beef, accompanied by morning tea or coffee, Lady Dimitrescu preferred tea, while her daughters drank coffee. Normally the Dimitrescu family ate alone, with no one to observe them, unless they called the maids to give them the "supplement" to their diets.
This morning was the exception, before eating their food, the 3 new maids appeared before the family already formalized with their maid dresses, and as was the tradition, the Dimitrescu family took their first of many "taxes" from those girls. Those in charge were his daughters, a maid for each one. Lady Dimitrescu wanted to taste the blood of the fourth servant again, however, when Mariana indicated that he was cutting the wood in the outer courtyards of the castle, Lady Dimitrescu thought that she would later collect the "tax" from him, so after her daughters took her share they headed to the family's main dining room, exclusive to the Dimitrescu family and guests. .
The large table, which originally had a capacity of 18 people, had a rectangular shape, with several chairs, but the one that stood out the most was the large red chair of the matriarch in turn.
The Lady's daughters were eating their food delicately, just as their own mother had instilled in them since childhood, while they ate, they made comments about the new servants, saying among themselves who had the best taste, Cassandra said that her servants had the best blood with the best taste of all, while Bela argued that her servant's blood had better texture and finally Daniela indicated that her servant had the greatest amount of blood, The young women argued while Lady Dimitrescu watched such debate with tenderness. However, that moment was interrupted by the knock on the door.
"Come in." - Lady Dimitrescu said to whoever was behind the door. Although she disliked being interrupted at breakfast, Lady Dimitrescu was feeling quite glad that she could overlook this fault.
Several seconds passed before the door opened, it was Anna, one of the maids.
"Sorry My Lady, I was wondering…. Yes…. huh…. they needed more firewood "-said the young woman between stuttering as she bowed.
"Firewood? I don't know girl, find out for yourself. " Lady Dimitrescu said indifferently to the clueless maid, as it was possible if Lady Dimitrescu knew if she had firewood or she really cared.
The young woman only entered to check the wooden deposit in the barrel, to her great luck, the barrel was half empty.
"That's right my Lady, the barrel needs more wood, we will fill it now, excuse me." - Young Anna said in a relieved tone, then turned around and headed for the door.
"Will we fill?" - Lady Dimitrescu said in a low voice as she watched as the young woman went to the door, she would soon see why.
At the doorway there was a figure dressed in a formal butler's suit, the very old black cloth suits, dress shirt, gloves, and the black bow tie. The figure had freshly cut pieces of wood in a cloth bag and was about to enter. He was clearly a man.
"Good morning My Lady." - Erron said as he nodded slightly to the woman sitting in that large chair.
Lady Dimitrescu was speechless when she saw the transformation of the mortal, when she met him she had clothes so vulgar as well as out of place, a totally strange hat and mask that were now under Daniela's control. Besides the horrendous and repulsive amount of hair that she possessed both on her head and on her face, she reminded him of the idiot Heisenberg.
But now he was totally different, not only was he in such a formal suit, but he was also totally presentable, without yesterday's disgusting beard and mustache as well as having short, combed hair.
Erron walked straight to the fireplace to set the wood where it should go, ignoring the stares of the women sitting in the room. Erron took the wood piece by piece and placed it inside the barrel, despite Anna's haunted gaze until the barrel was full.
"We are sorry to have interrupted her breakfast, my Lady, we will retire right now." - Anna said to her Lady as she bowed.
"You can retire Anna, but Erron, you stay," - Said the matriarch to the young servant.
The servant Anna felt relieved, she could leave the room. The maid Anna proceeded to leave the room to carry out her other activities, leaving Erron to his luck.
Erron sensed a latent danger as he stood alone in front of a group of bloodsucking women who looked at him with malicious smiles.
"Come closer Erron." - Lady Dimitrescu said to Erron.
Erron listened to his "mistress", although in theory he was a hired servant, the fact of being forced to sign the contract the night before, forced him to refer to Lady Dimitrescu as My Lady.
"Yes My Lady" - Erron Black said as he began to walk to where his mistress was sitting.
As he walked he felt the gazes of joy from the young women at the table, each had a plate of food, clearly better than the food of the servants. He felt the eyes of the brown-haired girl who saw him in a more "malicious" way than the rest of the other girls. He finally came within 3 steps of the great Matriarch.
"Wow, Erron, you do look different." - Lady Dimitrescu said, impressed by the great change of the mortal. - "From looking like a tramp like my brother to becoming a well-dressed and well-groomed servant."
"I thank you for having noticed, My Lady" - Erron said with his head lowered before the Lady of the castle, although he cared little if that woman liked it or not.
"Well Erron, I just had breakfast, however, I need a very important supplement." - Lady Dimitrescu said. Between each word she said, her fangs began to grow slightly, they were so noticeable that Erron himself noticed. - "So, for your sake, come closer."
Vampire Fangs, the first time he met a vampire was Queen Nitara of the fallen kingdom of Vaeternus, which had fallen to Emperor Shao Khan. That woman was exactly any other woman if she weren't hers for the two great draconian wings of her and her dragon eyes that she had. He still remembers when he met her, the reason was the same as always, business. Eronn promised to kill some priests of the NetherRealm while the queen would pay him with a lot of gold.
However, what began as a professional relationship turned into something exciting when the Queen consumed Black's blood.
That's where he began his fondness for such fatal women, from vampires to konstructs through blood witches, "i live dangerously" was he saying when talking about the topic. If any of these women tasted her blood, it was clear that they would drain him if they had the chance. So Erron always maintained dominance over them in these relationships, that would explain how he was still alive. But with the new challenger in the blue dress in front of him, things wouldn't go his way.
Erron looked up and leaned closer, accepting that he would now serve him as a "blood cow" to Lady Dimitrescu.
Now Erron was face to face with the golden eyes of the woman sitting there, without her black wide-brimmed hat, with a dark blue dress, with her face well made up with her blood red lipstick…. Blood, this woman would drink Erron's blood.
Lady Dimitrescu took Erron's shoulders with great force close to her as she brought her lips to Erron's already shaved and smooth neck.
[X RAY. A pair of fangs pierce the flesh of the neck of an adult male, these fangs pierce the flesh until they reach a vein where they then proceed to suck the blood from there.]
Erron soon felt a familiar prick he had long forgotten, the prick of fangs piercing his neck, drawing blood through suction. Erron instinctively tried to move from there, but the Lady's strong grip held him back. The bare arms that only possessed as garment his characteristic black gloves grabbed him with great force.
Lady was glued to Erron's jugular for 20 seconds. During those 20 seconds the Lady consumed Erron's blood, as he struggled pathetically to free himself. . All of this performance was watched by the daughters of the Matriarch, who watched this spectacle with delight in their eyes, each wondering when they would taste Erron's blood.
Finally, Lady finished consuming the amount of blood she wanted, releasing Erron from her grasp. Erron stood his ground when he was freed from those two feminine but strong arms of the matriarch.
"Not bad Erron, now that you're done, retreat to your other duties." - Finishing consuming Erron's blood and in a form of contempt, I withdraw the servant from her presence.
"As ordered, My Lady." - Erron said, feeling, in a way, outraged by a woman of high position. He headed steadily for the door, despite the malicious glances from the other women in the room.
When he finally reached the door and closed behind him, he was able to afford the small luxury of sitting in a chair that was a few feet in front of him.
That blood draw really weakened him, the Lady's appetite for blood did not compare to that of Nitrara or Skarlet, perhaps due to his great height he required more blood, whatever it was, he felt weak, he needed to return to the kitchen to get some energy back.
But not only that bothered him, what really bothered him was that she despised her blood to reduce it to a "not bad". His other ex-girlfriends believed otherwise, they always told him that his blood was the best, because his Edenian parasite served as a transformer by converting his human blood to Edenian blood, which, according to Skarlet, does not have a potent taste like human, but it makes up for it with its great nutritional properties.
Erron's blood was the best of two worlds, the nutritious of Edenian blood, the taste of human blood at its most "delicious" point, which despite a century and a half has been preserved intact, and what's more, acquiring more flavor by being well aged in his body. All those characteristics were just a "not so bad" part of that damn haughty giant woman.
Although thinking things through, this fit perfectly for Erron, if that woman despised his blood, it meant that they would not drain it as he would have thought, so that contempt would benefit him perfectly while he was in that damn castle.
"You must bear this Erron, you need the book anyway." - Erron Black said to himself as he walked to the kitchen so he could eat something.
Once the door was closed, Lady Dimitrescu was finally able to show her true face. Not that of superiority or arrogance that he showed Erron, but rather that of a wine taster who has discovered the most exquisite of wines.
Erron's blood was more than delicious, the texture of it was in the middle of liquid and slimy, the metallic smell of blood, the bitter taste that did not bother him, on the contrary, she liked it even more. The fact that at the time of drinking it she felt very active for several seconds and even after a minute after drinking it she felt magnificent.
"How about mother? Is the man-thing's blood really good? "Asked her eldest daughter, Bela, with curiosity.
Lady Dimitrescu did not share anything with anyone, no one other than her beloved daughters and of course, Mother Miranda. For a moment she thought that she could exclusively keep Erron's blood for herself if she told her daughters that Erron's blood was as common as the blood of the common men. However, sooner or later her daughters would disobey her and find out that her mother lied to them. By this time, she had to tell the truth to her daughters.
"Well, my daughters, this man-thing has a deliciously unique blood." - Lady Dimitrescu admitted her daughters.
"Is it really exquisite? Then why did you dismiss him so coldly? " -Asked Casandra while she had her coffee
"Very simple my dear daughter. If I show him a particular taste for his blood, this mortal will raise his ego to the clouds, he must know what his place is, that of a prisoner who serves my castle. " - Lady Dimitrescu explained to Cassandra. From her perspective, Dimitrescu knew that Erron was a prisoner who was against her will in the castle. Unlike the other maidens who have their entire families in the village, Erron has no one in the village, so it was for him that he had nothing to do in the castle and if he escaped, no one would suffer the consequences more than him.
"So ... we can take blood from the man-thing !" - Asked with eternal joy Daniela who was now well presentable, without that ridiculous cowgirl costume.
"Of course my daughters, however, remember: he must not die." - Alcina Dimitrescu said to her beloved Daniela and the rest of her daughters.
"Hey mother, what did you think of his transformation from a disgusting man-thing to a clean man-thing?" -Asked her daughter Cassandra to her dear mother. Cassandra was always the most unpredictable daughter of the 3, not only with her skill with the sickle but also with her gift of speech.
"Well, I can't deny that the change was more than satisfactory, it really does look like the butlers of over a century ago." - Lady Dimitrescu said to her daughters as she remembered the good years when she was a child.
"Hey mother, can I play the Man-thing? Since I saw him yesterday at Uncle Heis's show, I wanted to be in the show. " Cassandra asked her mother.
"In other situations I would have allowed it, however, this man belongs to Mother Miranda. So if you're going to play with him, don't be so rude to him, you also saw what he did on the show without the need for firearms. " - Lady Dimitrescu explained in a relaxed way to her daughter.
"Of course dear mother, I will be the most careful with him, after all he shares the name of your" blue prince ", right?" - Cassandra said to her own mother. This type of joke between mother and daughter had a fine line that Cassandra crossed more and more.
"Just the name, my dear daughter." - Lady Dimitrescu said as she took her last sip of her tea before beginning another monotonous day in her castle.
"Vladimir, what is it?" - Said a voice from the other end of the line.
"Sir, I have two individuals who came out of the perimeter." - Said a young guard from his small cabin on the outskirts of the valley, which functioned as a border between the Village and civilization.
"Give me more details."
"A man between the ages of 50 and 60 and a young woman in her late 20s. They arrived at 5 in the morning on horseback, they asked for asylum and help to the cabin, I proceeded as the regulations indicate, I sent them to sleep with an anesthetic in their tea and now they are unconscious. "
"Excellent, keep them tied up, bandaged and cover them by the ear. I will make contact with the head of the village, while you wait for further instructions. "
"Yes sir." - Said the young guard as he hung up his radio and began to comply with the orders of his superior, it was not the first time that the guardian did it, this was the third time that he did it.
"Sorry folks, but you won't get out of the valley." The young guard said with some regret to the two handcuffed people in the corner of the cabin, especially when observing closely the young woman who was there, perhaps a few years younger than himself.
When he finally finished tying them, Vladimir began to check the objects they possessed. These subjects arrived armed with peasant weapons such as the shotgun and the old LEMI pistol, they also carried some papers that accredited them as citizens of Romania, these were really credible and of good creation, although they were a forgery, they were very good forgery . Furthermore, he saw that among his belongings were old Lei coins, the old silver coins dating even before the communist era.
To some extent Vladimir knew that the people of the Villa lived outside of time, but he did not know that they were so backward with respect to the rest of the country.
Vladimir simply closed the door where his prisoners were and then returned to his sofa to watch a movie from his plasma TV to await the next orders.
