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Moonlit secrets

Lestelle was deeply embeded inbetween the clevage of a leather bound book. Such an engrosing story! So sweet and bitter the plot twisted and curled. Her eyes continued flying over the words. She had not bothered to attend to the kitchen to see how dinner was comming along, oh no! She was far too childish and greedy, having the ache to finish this novel. She had not even checked up on her beloved master.
 
He sat on a windowsill high above her watching. His eyes caught every rise of her bosom, every batting of her eye and page turn. A few days were left till his transformation. His lips almost slavered as he watched her. He could now smell her whenever he was within twenty feet of her, and could taste her on his tongue. It made it rather difficult to be around her but he was drawn and fully ensnared in fate's web. Leaping down he landed on the railing behind her with a slight thump bending his knees deeply before he leaned over using his strength to hold himself as he put himself between herself and her book when her head came up slightly. "How's dinner coming along, could have sworn I smelled something burning on the way in here."
 
She quickly pressed herself against the back of the arm chair. This was very odd! How he got there, let alone was in any condition to hold himself there was far beyond herself. Her blood corsed harder as she stared. What the hell was she going to do? She looked down to the book that she now lowered to her lap. Ashamed, she admited her fault, "I am sorry, Lord Blackwell." Shutting the book, she placed it on the side table for safe keeping. She looked up to his face, before attempting to pass to check on the chefs.
 
He smiled to her, his canines rather pronounced and his eyes with a feverish gleam to them as she passed by her. "Its quite fine, you can read dear, just not during your duties." He said to her slowly before he slipped a hundred pound note out of his pocket and into the book. "There a nice bookmark for you, now, off to work." He said before he patted her backside before he pulled back and pressed up flipping over her and landing with a flourish before he slowly walked away and down the stairs to the main floor of the library.
 
How terrible she felt. Her fingers lightly fumbled with the other. Well! No use in crying over spilled milk, so off to the kitchen! Until he flipped infront of her. He was becomming more and more obscure to her. Was she lost in Underland? Strange. Holding up her dress just slightly, she quickly stepped down the stairs.

Her destination was the kitchen! Time to check up. Maybe they may have prepared something? A soup? Perhaps a stuffed bird? Oh! How she prayed.
 
He watched her go and sighed softly to himself. Once he was sure she had left he walked along the shelves and pulled out a book, reaching behind it and up a shelf he pressed a button on the back of the shelf accessible only through a small depression in that exact spot and the wall slid open. He made his way downstairs to the maid he had chained up previously and gently knocked on the bars to her cell. "Hello there dear..feeling well today?" He asked her with a snicker.
 
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