Summer
Summer closed her eyes as her master stood. 'Shit! Well done Summer!' she thought angrily to herself. "Forgive me, sir. I did not mean to be rude." She added quickly, standing herself; as was proper for a servant.
βThere are many things I had hoped to do with my life.β
She watched his every step across the room, almost as though he would turn on her at any moment and shout. "I'm sorry, sir. I should have know better." but he didn't shout. He just quietly placed the book on the side and spoke almost dreamlike as he shifted the curtains slightly, causing her to shield her eyes at the sudden brightness but she could see and hear that it was doing much worse to her master.
βThat will be all till sunset.β
She curtsied low as he dismissed her, "I really am sorry, master. I shall return to my duties." she said quietly. As he left she turned around tears forming in her eyes as she picked up her little book and placed it back in her apron.
Leaving quickly she phased through the walls between the library and her room to cry quietly on her bed, something she didn't do often but being of fragile mind could be easily brought on. Many a time had the mortal slaves of the vampires shunned her attempts at conversation and swore wickedly at her for being crazy or twisted, despite her protestations and attempts to make friends.
There was a slightly audible click in the air.
"Urgh! What the hell is going on? Why are my cheeks wet?" Winter felt her face, the tears of Summer still streaked her now make-up stained face. She stood up letting her tattered and blood-marked dress fall down to her feet, along with a small book from her torn apron. She eyed the small colourful book, "Reading for Children." She read aloud. "I do have some real crap, don't I?" she kicked the book over to a corner in the room before phasing herself downwards to torment the enslaved mortals.