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Phear lived in the forest. For the forest was only the safest place.

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Chapter 5

She choked on dry air as she inhaled deeply. Torture is definitely on her side and she wondered how much longer she could survive. The distant voices had said that she was kept in the cell for more than two years now and she couldn't believe it herself.

Beth didn't know what was going on from day one. She remembered that it was a very white day. The day was snowing thick blobs and she was making her way across the land. Patrolling on a wintry night wasn't the smartest idea, but to be able to be near her beloved, she was willing to do anything. Beth waited for her soon-to-be mate arrive, but was suddenly attacked by a group of...group of something. After that, it was all pure torture. She's gone through chains, whips, knives...to hell, even guns. Beth wept, wept because something more than weapons had hurt her. Those awful things watched...watched with lust over her body. She would rather rot beneath Phear than to go through this any longer.

Beth lifted herself off from the ground, feeling her way towards the only light source she had. Her limbs were a lot smaller and she knew that her face must have looked like shit. When were those bastards going to let her out already? She reached to the window and tried breathing the air again. Outside was so moist...and lively. Slowly sliding down, she covered her head with her arms. Did Dehspair leave her to die here?

She rolled into a ball at the corner of the cell...hearing footsteps come down to get her once more.

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Lilac was in pure bliss. She haven't gotten this much sleep ever since her father died. Waking up slowly, she noticed that the fabrics draped down from the wall were purple. Also, the sun shined very bright for the shades were cast off to the side. For a second there, she was afraid she would be just like her ancestors...burn till they're ashes because of the ray. But then something just hit her...this wasn't her room.

She sat up with haste and noticed that the bed was also made from a dark shade of purple silk. Where was she now? Lilac grunted, cussing in Lizactralin, and tried rolling out of the bed. From her sensitive ears, she heard water running in another room. This was awkward...

Then, that was when she hit rock bottom and screamed.

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Krave heard Daye's alarming call and quickly turned off the tap. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of his bathroom. His eyes skimmed around for the little female and found her foot caught in the sheets and her face met the ground. If he had a sense of humor in the morning, he would have laughed.

"Oh dear Phear!" She gasped, wrapping his sheets more tightly towards her body. He wandered why she was so afraid of him and then noticed that her eyes started to trail down his biceps...abdominal...and well, the rest of him. Feeling as if a perverted woman was staring at him with lust, he coughed out loud to drag her attention back onto his face. "Don't tell me we...did it."

Oh Jesus, he thought to himself in horror – unable to even use their god's name. "No, to hell with that!" He spoke out, knowing that he didn't mean to offend the female – even if he did lust for her yesterday and possibly today if she didn’t cause a reeking havoc.

She looked down at her body and saw that her clothes were still on. She also let her eyes gaze at her most private spot and started laughing. She couldn't possibly be a...

"Well that was the fright for the day. Sorry I have slept in your bed. Oh shoot! I have forgotten, I wasn't supposed to sleep while you told me that charming tale of you and Mistress Lilac."

"No you weren't." He sighed in relief. This female was very different from the rest of his servants. If he wasn't so focused with sleep yesterday, he would have dragged her back to her chamber. Sleeping with him on the same bed was even wrong for him. Sure, there are those bastards that sleep with their servants and it just turns out to be a one night stand. This however, he didn't do anything to her body, yet he felt as if he violated her...violated himself.

She stood up and took his quilt within her hands. She started to fold the thing and laid it down neatly on top of his bed. She shuffled her feet and linked her hands behind her back. When his gaze finally caught onto her again, she bowed her head down and knelt on both knees. He was stunned and it almost seemed as if she was sacrificing herself for him.

"Dear Master Krave, I have been fooling around with you for too long. I should have obeyed and committed to what you wanted me to do. I shall wash away my sins this instant, this moment. I commend my soul and body to your care. What duties will you call upon me?" She asked politely, her head still down. He couldn't have believed her if he just saw so himself. This female was something that would jest around with people, but she held onto her statues with care. He wondered why Lilac would get rid of a friend like her.

"As your master, I have tasks for you to uphold. Do you think you can handle?"

"Yes." He noted that she forgot to say master.

"You are to wake up in the morning and do your morning routines. Once you finish, you shall go into the kitchen and prepare for breakfast. When that is to be finished, you are responsible the first floor clean-up. You are to wash the warriors and the other's clothing. You will have other servants to accompany you, so do not fear. After everything is to be finished, you are to prepare for the final meal, dinner."

He noticed that she was scrunching her nose the whole time. Didn't she know not to show emotions out to her lord? "Is something the matter, servant?"

Krave saw a blush form and he couldn't help but to remember last night when he carried her to the bed. He knew she was embarrassed with something. Perhaps she never worked this hard in the Claras' family?

"I cannot cook." This is shocking, Krave thought.

"And why can't you cook?"

She gulped and turned her eyes elsewhere. "I don't know how to."

Krave choked on his own saliva.

She didn’t' know how to cook?!

Cooking was one of the main jobs in his household and he bought a servant that didn't know how to. This was just great. Forget about her being friendly. No wonder why she was sold off to him – beauty with flaws...he knew it!

"...Then, you are to do the other tasks. Kitchen work will be on your list later. I—you will leave now." He rubbed his jaw. Krave saw her froze and as if she wanted to evanish but didn't. Of course that would be impossible for a servant or a slave.

"Who is my headmaster?"

"His name is Embark." Daye gasped at that name. "Why, don't tell me you fear his name...he isn't—"

"Let's just say...I have a bad history with him just yesterday..."

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Embark woke up very early in the morning to wake up the rest of the servants. He would usually be happy in the morning, but after last night, that female that tricked him made him most furious. He hoped that Krave have captured and killed her. Better yet, Sore found her.

Oh my, my thoughts are so sinful. I should go to a priest to pray more to God Phear.

He yawned as he prattled down the stairs, knocking on each door and trying to scream at the top of his lungs. He swiped away his red hair that was covering his shocking blue iris. If only he was born in a higher class, could he have not dealt with this all day. He pictured himself, pictured him ruling all of Rhode Island. Doing anything with the flick of his wrist, but hold many responsibilities. He didn't mind, Embark was smart enough.

"Hello dear headmaster..." A feminine voice called behind him. He heard the voice before...She was that female that tricked him!

He whirled around and almost gasped in surprise. The female that stood before him looked nothing like a servant. To hell, she looked as if she could make him bow before her – even if she is a servant. This female...He didn't recognize her beauty in the dark, but now...wow. He was speechless.

She bowed her head and giggled. Her purple eyes met his and a smile lit onto her face. She spun herself around Embark, as if she was looking all over him. And he liked it. She tapped on his shoulder and he immediately jerked away from her touch. "So, you are the famous Embark I heard about..."

He turned his gaze elsewhere. "I'm sorry young Mistress...I didn't know you wore rags for the...er—hell of it. What part of the region do you belong to?"

When she said nothing, he looked up at her. Her eyes showed shock, but she masked it away as fast as it came. "I'm here to retrieve my duties from you. I am a servant of this household."

Oh, so she is just naturally beautiful like that? He wondered if she was ever taken by a male before...after all, she looked very appetizing.

He cleared up his mind again – what was this female doing to him? "Ah yes...and what would those be?"

"Cleaning...and..." Both of her perfect eyebrows knit together. "And well...just cleaning I'm presuming. I'm guessing you would be able to help me. I'm a new...recruit? Is that the word? No, I'm a new servant of this mansion and perhaps you could show me around?" His whole body tensed. How could such a female be a worker...for him?

"Ah...I'll show you around."

"Wouldn't you ask of my name first?"

"I committed that name of yours to memory. You are Daye."

"Yes, my name is Daye." Daye...that wasn't a name of any beauty. She is a servant. Servant class just like him.

"Then let me accompany you, Daye."

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Dehspair rubbed his jawline as he sat in his office. All his research paper, books, and anything else that was made out of paper were scrambled all over his desk. His sister Merci reported that his young one is living with Krave. Krave! The male he almost fought with just because of anger. He started to rub his temple – if only his beloved Beth was with him...how easy it would be for him to remain focus on one situation without stressing.

Unable to handle his adrenaline, he stood up and pocketed his Walther P99. Taking his car keys and his jacket, he had to search for something to kill. The NRL was the best of them all to fish upon. Dehspair climbed into his own ride and rode the mustang out of the driveway.

He tapped on the steering wheel as his eyes flashed from one alleyway to another. Those bastards loved to pop out of no where and attack anything at sight – which he was sure they couldn't conceal their identity to humans any longer. His car windows automatically rolled down and he sniffed the air. Ugh. The horrible smell of the Nightwalker was somewhere. That rotten egg smell was definitely not because of the dumpster he stopped nearby.

Dehspair spotted one of them patrolling the streets – bored out his mind. That shit head wouldn’t know what was coming at him...

He parked the car off to the side and got out. Pulling out his gun, he lit a cigar and walked slowly towards that fuckhead. "How are you my man?" He asked his enemy.

The male was definitely his own species. From the vampire society, these dirtbags were called the Nightwalker Raid League. A better term to describe them? They were lycanthropes and the worse of that, is that they were any animal they were born to be...

"What the fuck...vampire."

"Surprise, I'm a bloodsucker." The man instantly went into fighting stance and took out his pocket knife. He noticed a sword strapped onto his back, which Dehspair knew it was a katana...something those Japanese people used.

He cocked his gun and aimed for the target. Bam...

Damn, he missed.

The male swerved his knife right at Dehspair's throat, but he teleported on time – what a waste of energy. The Nightwalker tried his attempt again, but he blocked it with ease. "That all you got?"

"Not if you want me to transform." And that's when he heard the bones crack.

Shit, this guy knows how to revolutionize fast.

Before he knew it, a werewolf took its place (how ironic.) He fired his gun once more, but the thing was faster than it was before.

"Better than the rest of your kind that I fought. What's your name, werewolf?" He lied – it was actually one of the weakest, but hey, why shouldn't he raise the thing's moral for the heck of it? The thing only knew how to growl. "Okay, I guess I'll take grr as your name."

The lycanthrope showed off his pearly whites and charged full speed to Dehspair.

Bam, he pulled the trigger a couple of more times. The thing flopped onto its side – gasping in for air. Dehspair walked over to the thing and kicked it by the ribs a couple of times. "This is what you get for stealing my fucking female...and this" – he pointed the gun against its head – "is for the fun of it." He blew off the remains of the wolf...God, this job is so gruesome.

Out from nowhere, he heard a ringer. He didn’t carry on his cello phone today though. Turning around, he saw that the fucker made a phone call before being killed off. The caller ID said "recruit."

Shit...he needed to reload his gun.

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Beth staggered off to the side as another fist made contact with her cheek. She opened her mouth and blood spilled – as if she was puking...which would be a lot of blood. She wiped off the remains from her lips and looked up at the attacker. She hadn't have blood in so long...she needed it so badly. And that would be now. It was perfect, he was a male...she sensed it and male blood is a lot stronger than females'.

Her fangs elongated as her sense of sight almost came back to her in perfect condition. She saw the blood run through the man's vein and wondered how it would taste. Beth planted her fist onto the wall and tried to stabilize herself without falling. The man was going to strike again...she knew he would.

"What is your name Warrior?" She asked, licking her upper lip.

"I have no name and I will reveal no name."

"So this is how you will die – with honor from your leader. So be it." She crashed her body onto his and sank her stubbed nails into his shoulder. He cried out in agony even when she sank her teeth into his flesh. It didn't surprise her though...sinking into one's flesh was like getting shot with two bullets. But that didn't matter because she was hungry and angry.

She was especially angry with herself. She knew that her captive had let this man abuse her and then she would use him. That freaking son of bitch was trying to take control of her life.

And it was working.

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Lilac dragged the last of the basket full of clothes down to the washing chamber. She couldn't believe herself – that she actually had this must strength – but was quite upsetting. She had no lead into the NRL and all she found out was how charming Lord Krave was – which she didn't need to know all those details from the other servants. Arabella had helped out a couple of times, but was dragged back into her corridor that she shared with Sore.

She folded the other clothing that was dry along with the other servants that she worked amongst with. Lilac didn’t notice a mistress walked in, until a couple of the females bowed their head down. She turned around to see a beautiful black-haired female. When the lady's gaze caught onto hers, she was astounded by the color of her eyes – which was pure blue.

What a beautiful mix, she thought to herself. Unable to control her wandering eyes, she envied the female for having such a curvaceous body. Lilac then saw that she was the only one standing and immediately flushed. She bowed her head down as well and the female stared laughing. Great, now she really felt like a servant.

"You are Daye, correct female?"

She raised her head up high and nodded her head. "I beg your pardon, but what is your name...Mistress?"

She smiled again – revealing her teeth – and did the unthinkable. She bowed her head for a second and turned her gaze back onto her. "My name is Layla, mate of Warrior Burn." So this is Burn's female...he had chosen well.

"I have met your male."

"Have you?" Humor toned her voice. She waved her hand for the others to continue on their work as she beckoned Lilac to follow her. Unable to back down, Lilac followed the lady. "Burn told me that you have insulted him."

"I have." She was honest.

Layla laughed again. "How so?"

"I called him a child." Layla stopped at her path. When she had turned around, the female was laughing again. Lilac felt happy, for she hasn't heard a nice female laughter ever since...well ever since she was with Daye. She thought that perhaps she could befriend this female. That would be in her list of missions she should complete while striving for her main goal.

"You are very brave, female. I'm honored. But I am very curious, how did you become so..." She lifted her arms and drew an imaginary circle around Lilac. "...So this?"

Lilac laughed as well now and she saw Layla close her eyes – as if she was absorbing her laughter. "I was a private servant for Lady Lilac. For reasons I do not want to speak of, she had sold me and I guess...Well my bravery had came from her. I was and still am forever loyal to Lilac." Of course she was loyal to herself.

"Interesting life. If you ever wish to talk to someone, please come to me in need. I am always around and if you hear men laughing...well, that would most likely result to me being there." Her eyes glowed as she looked at the sunset just outside the window.

"Thank you." Lilac bowed her head once more. Just from a distance, she heard footsteps and a familiar scent took its place. She saw that Arabella was heading towards the both of them and she looked...ah, she didn't look as well as she should be. Lilac excused herself and made her way back to the chambers.

"I need to tell you so much Layla!" She head Arabella's voice glow with glee. Lilac sighed, remembering Daye showing so much faith in her. During all those times, was it Daye who was being false with their friendship? Or was Daye helping to get away from her mother's grasp? She begged that it would be the last conclusion she came up with...because, well, she wouldn't be able to stand the horrible heartache.

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Daye flipped her now fully grown blond hair off the side of her face and wore a very old fashion dress. Lady Rose came into her room and approved her appearance with a nod. Ever since she had kicked Lilac off from her own class, Daye felt powerful. Being the new Lady Lilac, she is to show herself towards the whole world – to find the perfect mate to cash in the goods of this land. Lady Clara? Daye would give her most of the money to kick her off her position as well and claim herself as the Lady of the district.

Daye smirked at her reflection. That would be the perfect plan...after all, all these decades meant very little to her. Working was a pain in the ass and now, she just had to make all that worth it.

Daye picked up a dark ribbon and tied her hair neatly with it. She gazed at her left side to view the mirror and looked at her reflection of her back. She loved it. One of the tattooists had engraved the same exact lilac flower behind her left shoulder. It looked perfect on her skin – knowing that it probably must look like mockery on Lilac's. She had everything now; second class on the society chain, well clothing, money, and all she needed was to renew the pride that Lilac had once destroyed. How ignorant of that girl to not do anything about her own status – but then again it was good for Daye.

She laughed and twirled herself around. Of course it was perfect! No one outside have seen Lilac's face before and if they did...they wouldn't even recognize her! Oh Daye just loved herself, even when she saw Rose frowning at her. She was to become...the ruler of the whole country.

A/N: Sorry for the really, really, really late update. I've been busy lately, but now I'm not...so yup, updates will come very soon )

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