I DO NOT OWN HELLSING!
Chapter 2-Home Sweet Home
"This way my dear." the Butler said politely, leading Ambrosia into the deep corridors under the Hellsing mansion. "What's with the pet vampire?" Ambrosia poked, glancing around at the damp stone walls. "What are you talking about?" The Butler answered "There are no pe.." "Cut the crap" Ambrosia snapped cutting the butler off. "I can sense him lurking about." The butler turned a corner, and Ambrosia followed. "Here we are!" he exclaimed, opening a large wooden door. "I think you will find this to your liking miss Medblum." Ambrosia frowned. She hated when people called her by her last name outside of the college. The butler stepped into the dark room and turned the lights on. "I'm sure you will find this to your liking." Ambrosia stepped into the room. It was a large stone walled round room. Much like the kind you would imagine atop a castle tower, with a sleeping princess in it. "Should you need anything.."the Butler continued "Ring the intercom next to the bed."and with that he shut the door.
Ambrosia sighed and looked around the room. A tall, dark cherry wooded four poster bed sat in the middle of the room atop a large, woven carpet. It's blood red comforter matched the curtains that were neatly tied to each post. Atop each post was a fawn, carved to appear as if it was sitting on something. They faced away from the bed, as if they were guarding the sleeping occupant. On each end of their tails was a loop, made of brass, that held the curtain to the post. Four beams connected each pole, and was carved to look like branches. These beams allowed the curtains to be closed at night, allowing the occupant complete privacy. The room also housed a Wardrobe and vanity that had the same fawn theme. "Damn..." Ambrosia said in awe "Such a large bed for just me..."
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Ambrosia went over to the wardrobe. It was much taller than she was and, it's massive door housed a mirror each. The fawns were carved to look as if they coming out of the wood, playing their flutes to an unknown audience. She fumbled with the door handle until one of the massive door swung open. Inside her bags had been neatly unpacked. "Ok..." she said to herself a little annoyed. "I could have unpacked my own clothes." She found her favorite sleep wear; a pair of comfy sleep pants and a tank top. She changed into them, grabbing a brush for her hair. She mad her way to the bed. She sat at the edge of it, running the brush through her fiery hair. Her thoughts raced with memories of her kidnapping. The smell of blood rushing back to her, her face blushing. She got up and turned off the lights. The darkness always relaxed her. She turned down the bed, and climbed in. She crossed her arms over her chest, shoulder to shoulder, like an "X" "Home Sweet Home."She said to herself "Home Sweet Home."