The Vampire's Maid ( Me & ABagOfVicodin )

[Techn0logic]

Finally, the glorious sun had set. That massive overly bright spectacle had found it's rest beyond the horizon and darkness slowly blanketed the land. The busy, populated streets of Elysia became quiet, only harboring those on their way back to their homes for that much needed rest. Though tonight, one particular one would be finally awakening from his daily scheduled sleep.

That of a pale, lengthy form seemed to shift upon the Persian white sheets, hands sprawling in a most tired manner against the massive arched backboard of his bed. A icy toned gaze seemed to slowly pull fourth from under his eyelids, his bringing to this particular figure the sight of his darkened chambers. Lips emitted a soft sigh, his hand uncoiling from his raised fist to grab the upper end of his blanket, tossing it aside with a rather careless notion. A pale body laid upon this very bed, it's form toned with lean and perfect muscle, from his very forearms to the set of abs chiseled into his chest.

The figure slowly sat up, his palm pressed against the corner of his eye. Raven black hair seemed to unfold, the fine thin tips gently resting on his shoulders. One interesting fact was the room itself had no natural illumination, no windows, no chance of sunlight. Yep multiple pedestals of unlit candles seemed to adorn the corners, awaiting that precious flick of natural fire to light them alive.

The figure's hands sprawled out behind his back, gripping the sheets tightly as he groaned outwards, practically stretching out his entire lengthy form. It was night, that was obvious. The male's internal clock was easily set to accommodate his living style, always awaking once that dreadful ball of fire had made it's descent.

The figure just seemed to sit there, a half-lidded gaze focused on the sheets of his bed, a dull expression planted upon his fine pale lips. But soon, the man's impressive hearing had flickered, hearing the soft gentle taps of heels along the hallway beyond the double doors of his chambers. A soft smirk came over his lips, his eyes closing briefly as he laid back down, resting his arms cocked by the elbow at either side of him.

He usually awaited his 'help' to come in and greet him before getting himself dressed. Not only that, but this particular male was in a tad perverse mood this fine night. A hand seemed to roll into his raven-locks, his eyes slowly drifting to the creaking sound of his door being pushed open.

 

[ABagOVicodin]

It was always the sun had set, when the day had decided to get fun. It was as if the ball of fire was the thing that loved to take away from everything, and make it boring. During the night, that was when the brothels and bars in the kingdom had opened up, to reveal all the hot men and women that would be taking each other home for a nice and hot one night stand. However the supposed woman that was walking up the room was carrying a leather bag, that seemed to be filled with fruit and non perishable foods in their hand. The other hand was carrying a big haunch of meat that was planning to be the lunch and dinner for the next few days, up until the maid was forced to go back to the store. The sapphire blue waves of hair had bounced back and forth as the high heels carried the person all the way to the door. He reached for his key and put it into the lock, unlocking the door and then walking into the mansion.

He knew that his master would be waking up when that sun had came down. The biological clock of a vampire had always proven such a fact. This person that was dressed in woman's clothing, dressed as a maid, was an actual man. No one believed the fact, but he was able to act like a woman extremely well. Back when he was in high school, he took voice acting classes, so he knew how to make his voice sound like a woman to the people on the outside world. But once he was in this mansion...

The maid put the leather bag and meat onto the counter near the ice box, a new contraption that kept some of the foods at a perfect temperature, and started to unload all the food and the like that he would be able to cook with the utensils that he had at hand. This maid was wearing a white and blue maid's outfit, complete with the dress that stopped into a skirt at his knees, and white stockings over his legs. He wore linen gloves that went all the way to his elbow, and makeup that made him look like an actual woman. From blush to mascara. This was followed by a sapphire necklace that was around his neck, the gem glowing in the candlelight. It was a present from his master. He finished washing out the leather bag, and then looked towards the staircase that led to his master's room. Anthony was the name of the maid. He walked up the stairs, trying to look as good as possible for his master, and he then opened the door. The sound of his heels showed his entry as Anthony moved over to the bed and stood near it, bowing a small amount. "I got the foods that you requested Master." He said, using the female voice, since he forgot whether he liked his female or male voice. "If there is anything you need me to cook, I can do that. Unless you just need to feed off of me, in that case I'll cook for myself." He ran his hand through his sea wave blue hair, and kept his eyes on his master. Whatever he wanted... That was the promise.