Chapter 9
A/N: Sorry this one is so short. When I wrote the rough drafts of my chapters, they were really short, so I had to combine them to make longer chapters. I combined two of them to make this, and I thought it would be longer, but I guess not. Aslo, this isn't my favorite chapter, so I'm sorry if it sucks. ANYWAY, on to ze chaptor! *says in a French accent*
I sighed and made my way out of the bedroom to stop at the top of the stairs. I looked down and saw a couple who appeared to be in their early thirties.
"Son, are you going to introduce us to her?" the man asked, referring to me. Master turned and saw me.
"Well get down here," Master commanded. I walked down the flight of stairs and stopped a few steps behind Master.
"Mother, Father, this is my new slave, Misery," he told them. The woman had on a red fishtail dress that went along with her crimson eyes. The red complemented her black hair that flowed down in curls to her mid-back. The man wore a black tuxedo and a tie that matched his wife's dress and his eyes.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Misery. I am Blake's father, Phillip," he said while taking my hand and kissing the top of it. I blushed deeply at his chivalry and looked away.
"The pleasure's mine," I murmured politely.
"And I'm Carol, Blake's mother," she said, shaking the hand her husband just kissed.
"It's nice to meet you," I replied.
"Mother, Father, the ballroom is just through those doors," Master interjected and pointed towards the ballroom.
"Thank you, Blake," said Carol.
As soon as the set of doors closed behind them, Master pounced on me with instructions.
"Answer the door and greet the guests. I will come get you once I know that all of them are here. Understood?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. He nodded and disappeared through the doors.
Two minutes after he left. The doorbell rang and I answered it immediately. I face an outstandingly beautiful couple. The woman had on a midnight-blue ball gown, and the man had on a black tuxedo. A human girl no older than thirteen stood behind them in a black dress like mine.
"Hello. The ballroom is just through those doors," I smiled.
The couple just glared at me and went to the ballroom. When the door opened, you could hear the sound of classical music being played.
"How rude," I muttered. "All I did was say hello and they glared at me."
The next several times I opened the door, it was always the same: a rude vampire couple and a human slave girl in a black dress. I guess the slaves were required to wear black.
For the tenth time that night, I answered the door. This time though, was different. It was just a male vampire, no female companion or slave.
"Good evening," he said.
"Good evening," I replied, a bit taken aback by his friendly behavior.
"And what is your name?" he asked.
"Misery…" I said, weirded out.
"Misery. What a lovely name. I am Jareth," he stated. Jareth was tall, with long blond hair, red eyes, and almost feminine facial features. To say the least, he was gorgeous.
"It's nice to meet you, Jareth. The ballroom is right through those doors," I said, anxious to get out of his company, for he had an odd thing about him.
He bowed and made his way to the ballroom. When he slipped through the doors, I shivered. That man was slightly creepy. What person asks your name like that?
Two hundred (At least, it felt like 200) guests later, Blake finally came out and retrieved me.
"I want you to go in there and fill a platter with food. Just walk around and hand it out to people. All the slaves are doing it, so if you get confused, ask them," he said as if I wouldn't understand the simple instructions. He stalked away, and I followed behind him. I stopped in the doorway, amazed. In front of my eyes graciously swayed at least forty dancing couples. They were all so beautiful, my heart hurt. I tore my eyes away from them and headed over to the food tables.
I grabbed a platter and filled it with the bite-sized food, not really paying attention to what I put on there. I walked around the perimeter of the room, staying away from the dance floor. When I passed a slave, I gave her a friendly smile and continued on my way.
Once my tray was empty, I walked towards the table and filled it again. I walked around the room, but this I bumped into something hard as stone, knocking me to the granite floor.
"Oof!" I cried, and my platter of food flew everywhere. I looked up and saw Jareth.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, picking up the soiled food.
"It is quite alright. I hardly felt a thing," he replied, smiling and bending down to help me pick up the food.
I smiled back courteously, though still uneasy around him.
Once we placed the food on the tray, I picked it up and got to my feet.
"Thank you. Well, I'm going to go throw this away now," I said.
"May I come with you?" Jareth asked.
"Uh…sure," I replied, confused as to why he would want to come with me.
He followed me out of the ballroom and into the kitchen. I dumped the food into the trash can and faced Jareth.
"So how are you?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.
"I'll tell you upstairs," he replied mysteriously.
"Upstairs?" I questioned.
"Yes, follow me," he commanded.
"Okay…" I said, bewildered.
He led me into up the grand staircase and into one of the spare bedrooms. He opened the door, and beckoned that I enter the room first, so I complied. He followed in behind me and shut the door.
"So how are you?" I tried again.
"I'll be fantastic once I'm through with you."