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Moonlit secrets

Lestelle took the hand of the footman, and thanked him greatly for his assistance. She carried the things that she had bought inside, up to her room. Placing them down, she sighed and sat on her enormous bed; what was she to do now? She had made Lord Blackwell angery, but... he was asking too much of her! Kipp, her trusted dog, rested his head on her lap. She gave a soft smile before stroking his head. Humming, Lestelle rose to her feet and rushed about the house to pick up the things that he had dropped. She was enformed by the chefs that dinner would be ready in an hour's time, giving plenty of chance for Edmund to bathe. She knocked on his door; no responce. She tried opening the door, but it was locked! Lestelle reached into her clevage. Her fingers carefully pushed between the two large lumps. She found the warm piece of metal. Pulling out the bone key, she pushed it into the hole and with a click, the door opened. Humming now, she swayed over to his bed. She folded his fine clothing, and left it there for him, with a note saying dinner would be ready at seven. With that, she left to go indulge in water colour painting.
 
He made his way out of the bathroom and stood before a mirror. His features were a bit more defined, his muscles rigid, his eyes had lost some of the feral gleam but it was still there. He craned his neck to one side and touched a spot on his shoulder sighing softly before he turned and looked at the window. The moon was shining through, almost completely full, just a day or two more. He figured that he'd go downstairs and see if he could lock himself in one of the deeper cells of the catacombs. Sighing he made his way to his bed. Lifting her note he scoffed crushing it then tossing it to one side before he slid into his bed and sighed his body hunched over.
 
Lestelle had did as she had been meaning to do for the last few days. She sat in the study with a paint set and iesel to make illustrations for her short children's stories. The old grandfather clock chimed away in the background, which quickly grabbed her attention. She looked over her shoulder, it was dinner time. Putting her things away, Lestelle swiftly left the study and headed for the dinning room. There, her happy smile faded; he was not sitting at the table. Was he in his room? Lestelle had the chefs place the meals on two trays, which she carried up to his room. She gently tapped on the door with her knee.
 
He cracked the door just enough to look out at her. "Yes?" He asked slowly before his hand came up. It shot forward while her hands were holding the tray and into her cleavage, it didn't feel around but rather wrapped around the key about her neck. Lifting it up slightly he simply pulled back with a sudden jerk that would likely be enough to send the contents of the tray spilling to the ground as he broke the chain that held the key. "Do not enter my room without permission." He simply said before he continued. "Now what do you want?" He asked his eyes looking at her with a sort of heavy gaze as though he were looking at the portrait behind her.
 
She originally had given him a sweet smile when his face was visible, and was just about to ask him if she could join him for dinner, when suddenly his hand outstretched, dove straight into her clevage. Her eyes bulged out as his hand felt the creamy skin of her breasts. She let out a shrill cry as he fondled her breasts, but it was cut short as she was pulled forward by the force. SNAP! Went the chain that had keeping the bone key safe. The trays fell to the floor with a crash as her hands clung froward; one on the closed door, the other on his clenched fist. Her neck had a small red imprint from the force he had ripped. She glared upwards at him, he was not chivelry. Standing up properly, with a bit of a tear in her eyes, Lestelle responded. "As you wish, I wanted to make sure you were all right. But as of now, I am require to find a mop due to one's agreesiveness." With that said, Lestelle strode off in search of cleaning supplies.
 
He looked down to her and shrugged. "You were out of order for entering my quarters when they were locked, the consequences are of your own actions." He said before he snapped the key in half and tossed it into the pile of rubbish now before his door. He left it open so she could clean up the liquids that had entered the room as well and made his way back towards his bed.
 
Miss Lovelock returned with a bucket of water and an empty bucket. She was now wearing one of her work outfits, which was rather flattering in its own tattered way. The soft beige suede bustier held her breasts nicely, hugging down to her hips and spreading appart from there. As it opened, a once sheer ivory colored skirt came rippling out; it had been tarnished from work. Her hair now up in a bun to keep it from dirting. Lestelle now on her knee moved the scrapped foot into the empty bucket; it would make for a lovely composte. She began to sing as she worked away... And old lullaby that just had stayed with her since the whomb. It was an old spell used by the elves, to keep harm away from them. After the food had been scooped up, she used a cloth to begin cleaning the floor.
 
He could feel his hair prickling up on his neck as she sang, he didn't bother to move much, just shifted over and onto his stomach where he lay pulling the covers up over himself. Sighing he tried to shake off the chilled feeling that ran along his body before he covered his head with his pillow. Slowly but surely he was beginning to realize things about her, things he wasn't particularly sure how to handle but handle them he would. Covering his ears he simply tried to sleep, hoping ti would come somehow out of the inky black darkness he now stared into.
 
Oh, but that enchanting voice... Moreso, those enchanting lyrics! O, how they burned themselves into one's mind. Lestelle finished washing the floor, and did away with the rest. Finding herself fatigued after a long day of fondling, she too would indulge herself. Entering her room, she locked the door behind her. Humming, she walked into the bathroom and began to run a hot bath. Her delicate hands worked at unfastening her clothing. They fell to the ground, and the small elven woman walked over to the large porcilen tub. She poured in some vanilla bubble bath, and watched the bubbles grow. Smiling to herself, she slid in. She let out a pleasureable "Ah~" Before turning off the taps.
 
He continued to lay there after she had left and found himself eventually falling asleep. He had strange dreams, dreams of running, dreams of being attacked by a dog and fighting it. Morning eventually came and he found himself out in the yard, still naked, wet fur clinging to his hands. Looking down he stared at the remains of what had once been a somewhat large dog. "Kipp" He said slowly before thrusting the fur away from himself. Looking up he noted he was just outside the woods of the estate and the sun was beginning to come up, the heavy mist covered the yard though. No one would have to know of this, running up to the house naked and bloody he felt around. Eventually he touched a brick and a section of wall slid open, soon after he was showering in an old part of the basement, ignoring the freezing water he scrubbed furiously at his body.
 
As the mists were slowly blown away, the sun shone onto the dewy grass, and through the window to wear the sleeping woman resided. Such a peaceful look on her face! Maybe it was best if she stayed asleep? Alas, that could not be so. The early morning light woke her from her gentle slumber. She stretched, and let out a happy sigh before her feet slipped into a pair of chilled shoes. It was mighty cold today. Perhaps she could go into to town and by herself some warmer clothing for days like today? Oh! The maids would be comming that afternoon. Humming, she swiftly walked to bathroom, and made herself up for the day. Returning to the main room, she squeezed herself into a corset, and put on a proper outfit for a young lady of the house. With her clevage covered, she wore a pretty dress marroon dress, that despite its dark color, did not age her at all. She hummed as she left for the kitchen to start breakfast. Soon enough, she came back up the stairs to Edmund's bedroom, and knocked gently on the door. She called out, "Edmund, are you awake?"
 
He was in his room and now dry. He had on breeches and looked out his window to see a fine red spot off in the distance. He knew full well but it was but he had to act surprised. He was going over and over it with his possible reactions. Hearing the knocking he got up and made his way to the door opening it with a quick pull before he leaned his head out to her. "Yes?" He simply asked his eyes running up and down over her. "What is it?" He asked his voice rather clipped. "I think the wolves in the forest have killed one of my animals and I need to go check upon it so please be quick." He said simply to her before he sighed and pulled back inside.
 
"Oh!" She exclaimed at his greeting. She frowned a little, hearing that one of his animals may have been hurt. Pushing her way closer, she took him by the hand. She looked up to him with a great deal of concern, not wanting him to be hurt by the wolves, "If you must go looking, you should bring Kipp a long. He is very loyal..." She smiled sweetly before turning and calling out innocently, "Kipp! Kipp!! Come here Kipp!" But sadly, there was no barking. Lestelle furrowed her brow, muttering to herself, "Now where has that dog gotten to?" Looking back at him, she gently rubbed his forearm, "Nevermind, he must be playing outside. And don't forget, interviews for maids are today, starting at ten. You will be attending won't you? I'm not certain of your requirements for staff..."
 
"Why don't you come with me?" He said to her slowly as he walked over to the book case. Pulling out a section he revealed a door and walking through it a large study. He had pulled her along all this time as she held him and he her before he gestured around the octagonal room with a single large skylight above. "Pick a weapon." He said gesturing to many weapons on the walls, blades, firearms, and a number of other devices such as whips an the like. Making his way to a repeating rifle he quickly loaded it and pulled on a pair of boots.
 
Miss Lovelock looked to him in utter shock! What did he mean, go with him? It was bloody dangerous out there! And she was not practiced with weapons of any sorts! But... he did need someone with him, didn't he? She looked along the walls of weapons. He had all sorts of things! But, Lestelle settled for the same as he; although she loaded her gun with bullets. She slipped on a pair of his boots and went back into his room. Undressing, and re-dressing into his clothing, she left with him to the forrest. She wore a pair of tight pants that were much too small for him. They clung to her form before sinking into the boots. She also wore a dress shirt.. Now smelling of vanilla and his scent was something rather.. irresistable. Not to mention her fear.. Lestelle followed close to his side.
 
He marched out onto the grounds with her and looked about slowly. He sighed softly as he got closer. "Hun, look away." He said before he lowered his gun and turned his head before turning to stand before her. "I don't want you to see this." He said now that there were twenty or so feet away. Walking over to her he wrapped his arms about her. "Lets go back to the house." He said in a low voice trying to sound concerned and upset.
 
But it was too late. When he moved, she saw that familiar form of her dog friend... Except, it was hacked into pieces. She gasped sharply, dropping the gun. Tears began to fill her eyes as she tried to get a better view. Her heart thrumping faster as she tried to tell herself that it wasn't Kipp, but the way he was acting didn't exactly help the situation. Her hands grabbed at his arm as she struggled against his grip. She began crying terribly, as if her child had just been ripped appart infront of her after being savagedly raped. Breaking free, she ran to the blood stained grass and dropped to her knees. The actions of her morning were slow to transition as she spent her time whaling away her sorrows. Dog was really man's best friend... She cried to the heavens, held his once beautiful fur, place her face to the blood ground and beat away at it, taking a vow to kill the beast that did this to her friend. She wound up on her side, curled up. Her face dirtied by soil and blood, her hair too stained with the liquid as it was now no longer in the bun. A steady stream of tears fell down her face as her lips quivered and her nostrails flared. Her stomach hurt from all this crying...

Lestelle had lost her everything.
 
He found himself feeling guilty, a slow creeping hatred coarsing through his veins. No one deserved what she was putting her through. He watched her as she mourned and said nothing. Once she was on the ground however he made his way over to her and slowly lifted her into his arms. "We have to go back to the house." He said to her slowly. "We will bury him properly." He said to her as he walked and carried her as though she weighed nothing. "Dear I'm sure he died valiantly, we will do something about this but I don't know if we can catch every creature." he said while he made his way through the back door. "We have to get you cleaned up. "
 
She clung to him, her silent tears stil rolling down her cheeks, and dripping down her chin. Why did death surround her? Her small body trembled in his arms, as she was now just a shell of what was. Death was a terrible thing, but she would get over it, right? Her small hand gripped onto his shirt tightly, as her forehead rested against his chest. It was odd this empty feeling... When they were inside, she slid out of his arms and slouched away. She was to be found in her bathroom, bathing peacefully.
 
He followed along and let her go into her room to bathe before returning. He raised his hand to knock, he wanted to knock, he knew he had to knock, but rather he turned and sank, simply sitting outside the door. He bit his lip and hung his head as he contemplated on it all, what had happened and how it should have changed, been better, what he could have done better. It had never happened like this before, the moon wasn't full yet, what was happening?
 
The gods were just speeding up time, we're they? Going from nine days, to a tiny ammount. It was sure to say that Miss Lestelle was no longer safe around Edmund, but she ever? Oblivious to his presence, she shunk deeper into the tub; watching the steam rise and roll to mix into the cold morning air. She hated this place. He treated her like his mistress, rather than caretaker of the home; what sort of man would do such a thing? And now--- her most loved creature was dead, poor Kipp. The tears still dripped down her face. She submerged herself in water. A few bubbled escaped her lips and raced for the surface before she sat up and took a breath of air. Lestelle washed herself, and her hair, emptied the tub and climbed out. She wrapped herself in a fuzzy towel and promptly began to dry her prickling skin. Lestelle emerged from her room wearing her hair twisted and tucked into a bun; exposing her neck. A few locks curled intfront of her ears and just at the hair line at the back of her neck. Around her neck she wore her old gift from her family; a silver chain with the pretty little pendant. She also wore a peach empress dress with white fabric beneith it. The white fabric frilled in the front, as the peach fabric flowed on all of the other sides; she seemed awfully fond of these dresses. It was seven now, for the sun rose early this time of year. She had three hours to get the house into a somewhat orderly fashion. Ignoring her stomach pangs, Lestelle did her duty and began to clean and set up which ever rooms she could.

Maybe she was just trying to avoid Edmund?
 
Edmund sat and stared at the clock in the main parlor. His eyes focusing intently on the hands as they moved. He had just a few hours, it didn't seem like it would be enough time and for a few moments he worried on what would happen and what he would do. His mind raced with the possibilities, what if he got out, what if she found him? Far too many what if's plagued his mind. Sighing he looked up and noticed her slip past the room, he knew she was avoiding him but that could work in his favor. Standing he ran his fingers through his hair before he made his way out of the parlor. Soon he was on a horse and hurtling toward town. Once there he went to a butchers and soon after a hardware store. He ordered things and soon set about to making his way back and over to a blacksmith's. He made a few orders there as well before heading back up to the manor. Striding up the stairs and into his room he locked the door behind himself before he slipped into the bathroom and locked that door as well, then proceeded to turn a fixture causing a section of wall to slide back. Quickly trotting down a spiraling staircase he found himself in a small room, pulling out a key he unlocked the door and slipped inside. Making his way down a hall on the other side of the door he walked quickly and opened a heavy mahogany door. He looked for a quick moment to a number of scratches on the other side of the door as well as a broken chain attached by a wall. It was a rather thick chain, one that would be associated with chaining an elephant or some such creature. His eyes looked about the room, numerous gouges along the walls looked as though some beast had gone into a frenzy not too long before within. Sighing he turned. "Just fourteen more hours to moon rise." He said slowly. "Then after that just a few more days to prepare." He said with a shake of his head.
 
Lestelle cleaned the rooms, and half an hour before the interviews, she went looking for that stupid idiot who had left the house on horse back. She searched, and searched, and found that his doors were locked. He was such an imbicile! He wanted her to hier maids, fine, but he was supose to be there for the interview as sudgested.

Lestelle held the interviews, and wound up hiering a work force by herself. She did not have any meals with him, nor did she talk about money or uniforms. Lestelle ignored the world for three days and laid in bed by herself.
 
It was four days later and on a particularly misty morning he crawled out of the forest. Clothing ragged and bleeding he limped and staggered. Clutching the left side of his face it was easy for anyone to see the copious amounts of blood pouring from behind his hand as he made his way up to the house. Slipping however he collapsed on the lawn, in plain view of Lestelle's window. Slowly verdant blades of grass turned crimson beneath him as he panted slowly and found that he hadn't the strength to get up. It was been a regular night when suddenly he had found himself shot approaching the early hours of the morning. It was doubtless a shot meant for someone else as the velocity didn't even pierce his skull, likely it was some farmer who was spooked by seeing his shadow off in the distance. But it stung, oh how it stung. "I'm going to die." He said, over and over, fully believing it as he stared at the now half gone world of grass and dirt.
 
Lestelle was in a much, much better mood. Having forgiven Lord Blackwell for being a rediculous man, and a pervert at that, she rose that morning with her same usual smile. This smile masked the pain she had gone through the previous few days. It was silly to be mourning over a dog, but it really had been her only true companion and she had him for so long. Sitting by the window she looked out to the misty morning sun rise, then down to the ground. She gasped in horror as she witnessed Mr Blackwell strumble to his feet. With no thought at all, Lestelle left the house and ran to his aid.

"Oh! Mr Blackwell! Please, hold on---!" She turned over his body, and looked over his bleeding form, "You've been shot... here, this might hurt..." Lestelle pushed her tiny fingers into the whole that was created, and pulled out the bullet. As she left, the flesh began to heal!
 
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