Snippet #1352447

Having finished cleaning the dining hall Marion walked down the hall, only to find another mess. She almost cursed the boy before sighing in obedience. She leaned down getting on her knees to pick up the sharp glass uncaring if her cut her frail flesh. It was her job after all to clean up after her master. She finished picking up the glass and had disposited it in the trash. Giving a glance to a drop on blood on her finger she simply licked it off and continued with her work. That was when a sudden voice cut through her thoughts. It was the voice of that old, weird grim reaper. "Grell." She stopped in her tracks. Her priority was to attend her master but was seeing to his guests as important? She shook her head. That man couldn't be considered a guest. She listened in for a moment testing to see if the man had left but yet she heard the door open. It seemed that her master had gone down to the door without her having to help him. He was becoming more independent every day. She partly blamed that on the loss of Claude. Claude was the demon that had served Alois long ago and before Alois had become a demon like herself.

She stepped into the main hall looking down over the railing towards the door. There stood her master speaking with the grim reaper that she had expected. The red hair was too bright and it bothered her. She could feel the perfectionist in herself rise and flare with the need to dye that red hair something more sophisticated. She debated with herself on whether she wanted to go down and greet her master and the man. Perhaps Alois would have wanted her to take the man to the waiting room where they could sit and have a relaxing talk. She moved walking down the steps, the tray on her hand not even shaking in the slightest, to halt a few feet behind her master.

"Young master would you like me to bring him to one of the rooms designed for entertainment? You do have time if it is what you wish. There are no appointments at the moment."

She bowed her head in submission, not looking at him avoiding his gaze if he were to look at her, awaiting her answer. She hoped she hadn't spoken out of term. She was just getting used to the wild nature of Alois even after so long of a time together. He seemed to want her to fear him but she couldn't bring herself too. She almost frowned when a thought crossed her mind. It was a rather vulgar thought. Am I really a masochist? She quickly denied the claim in her mind. She didn't like pain as much as the next person. She kept her expression blank acting the obedient efficient maid that she was.