I awoke before dawn. I hadn't slept much–the
lightening, the storm, the unfamiliar bed and
the aura of the mansion itself made my chest
ache.
Still, I dressed quickly in the black maid uniform
I found it folded on a chair close to my bed. It
fit perfectly around my waist but it was quite
modest.
I felt comfortable wearing it. I tied my white
hair into a bun and ponytail. The walls were
darker now, lit only by wall sconces. I found the
kitchen by accident, following the scent of
baking bread.
Tatiana iskra, an older maid with a bright smile.
I'd guess she's twenty one or two. A year older
than me or more. She greeted me
with sleepy eyes and a warm smile.
"You must be the new maid. I'm Tatiana. Don't
mind Masha, she only has one facial
expression."
I smiled.
"I'm Anastasia."
"Cool name, Anastasia."
She tasted it on her tongue.
"Like the one they give in the hospital?"
She joked innocently.
I smiled
"I guess."
"Anyways, you'll be helping with the West
staircases today. No talking to the Lord or
guests. And if you hear noises or drinking
sounds? Don't go near it. That means he's in a
mood."
"He?"
Tatiana leaned closer, whispering like it was a
sin to even say it.
"Mr Aristarkh. He's… different."
By mid morning, I had already scrubbed two
staircases and dusted a hallway filled with
terrifying portraits.
"Gosh. My arms ache," I murmured silently.
I stopped to catch my breath by the window.
Then– a sound. footsteps approaching.
This presence was emanating and I felt my
knees grow weak.
I turned and there he was.
Towering. Pale. Elegant in a black shirt and
slacks. His silver hair is like moonlight
incarnate. His eyes locked onto mine with
terrifying stillness. Pale blue, but not cold.
They burned. I trembled. My knees grew weak,
almost ached.
Aristarkh Mikhailov.
My throat tightened. I immediately bowed my
head in submission.
"You," he said.
I blinked. "S-Sir?"
He took one step forward. I trembled. Then
another.
The scent hit him again.
She was close, too close. His figure towered
over her. He lifted her chin in-between his
thumb and his index finger.
"What's your name?"
"A-Anastasia."
He exhaled like he had just spoken a curse.
"Anastasia," he repeated. "Don't go near the
West Wing."
"I–I won't, I swear."
He stared at her like he could see through
every layer of her skin.
"Good because next time, I won't be as
merciful."
He walked past me. The air shifted.
My knees felt weak.
And from the hallway, Aristarkh smiled to
himself
Because her scent lingered on his tongue
And she tasted like fate.
"Uhm Tatiana, I can't seem to find the library,
Madam Masha asked me to return this."
Tatiana turned and looked at me kindly but—
frustrated. She sighs softly.
"This is going to be the last time I show you
where this library is. Follow me."
"Thank you."
"Just don't go missing next time."
As we walked I mistakenly bumped into a
Lady accompanied by two maids while looking
at the garden.
I bow.
"I'm sorry,"
She slapped me.
"You fucking bitch!"
She snapped.
Tatiana stepped forward.
"She's deeply sorry ma. Please forgive her."
She crouched down to her knees on the floor
pulling my arm down with her.
"I-I'm sorry ma."
I apologized, rubbing my cheeks slowly.
"Hmph" she snorted coldly and left with her two
personal maids.
"Thank you Tatiana."
"It's fine—That's Vivika Dragunova."
She's like Lord Mikhailov's… mistress.
She's not cold but heartless.
You don't near her or cross her path.
Worst, look at Lord Mikhailov. He's practically
her everything and well, he favors her the
most."
"This is the library. I hope you can find your
way back, I have to catch up on something."
"Thank you" I replied kindly.
"It's fine. Bye"
Who's that bitch, Vivika Dragunova snaps.
"She's the new maid"
one of her maids, Inessa replied.
"She's trouble, I can smell it"
"What do you want us to do to her ma'am?"
Lira popov asked with a smirk.
"Nothing for now, that slap was enough" Vivika
replied gruffly, smirking back.
"prepare a bath for me. I'm going to see
Aristarkh tonight."
*In Mr Aristarkh's room-*
"AHHH, HNGH, slow down!"
Vivika muttered in a rough tone.
Aristarkh pulls her hair pack as he pounded her
from behind.
"what."
Thrust.
"Did"
thrust. I tell you about talking back."
His pupil glowed red. His fangs extended.
He leans down and bites her neck roughly,
drawing blood.
"AHHH!"
She screamed.
"mmhm. Tasteless" he muttered coldly, pulling
back and away from her neck.
She gripped the sheets tightly.
He let go of her hair and leans down,
intertwining his hands with hers.
His thrust became almost feral..
"Cum for me!"
He roared.
"Ahhh. Please, slow down."
"He fucks her now, with reckless abandon."
She cums, panting but satisfied.
He pulls back and pulls out roughly— not
satisfied.
"Out," he said coldly.
"Don't tell me it's about squirting again.
I cum didn't I?"
she replied angrily.
"Out. NOW!"
"Get the maid to come clean up this room and
prepare a bath for me."
"Yes. Aristarkh"
She stood up, satisfied. She picked her clothes
one by one, wearing it, before leaving the
room.
His breathing became heavy.
The wolf in him was hungry.
The vampire was thirsty.
"i warned her."
Knock, knock, knock.
"Who is it"
He asked in a rough tone. His pupils dilated.
He stood up, putting on a silk robe which
aligns with his silver hair.
"It's Anastasia, sir."
"Come in."
he managed to speak out.
"I-I came to—"
Like a wind, he was already across the room.
His hand moved quickly to grip her throat,
raising her above the ground. Her back
pressed against the wall.
"I warned you."
His eyes glowed red, his fangs and claws
extends.
"I-I was called to clean the room and prepare a
bath—"
I replied in a choked tone.
Before I could finish my sentence, he started
sniffing my neck and my body.
He buries his face between my cleavage.
"P-please— HNGH!"
"I'm—I'm sorry."
He snaps. He uses his other hand to grip my
hips, as if tasting my flesh with his hands.
His fangs extend.
His grip on my neck loosened slightly, just
enough for me to
breathe and talk.
"HNGH, P-PLEASE!
He released my throat, dropping me to the
ground.
I cough. "T-Thank you, my lord—"
I looked up.
He was breathing heavily. His pants was
strained from how hard he was.
"Get out!"
He replied in a rough tone.
"Huh?"
He immediately turned to face me.
"I said, leave!"
"Y-Yes sir."
I immediately left his presence.