Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27025977-20161126090635

You worked day and night for your vampire mistress. In fact your whole life centered around your vampiric queen. It was your duty after all, her being far more superior in skill and strength.

You were 15 when your family was captured by slavers and was to be sold to the highest bidder. But on the road to the nearest black market auction house, the slavers were ambushed. That ambusher was your mistress herself. But it wasn't because she wanted to free your family. As you soon learned, it was simply because she wanted free slaves to add into her own household. After making short work of the slavers incapacitating them all, she led you to her manor.

The manor was everything you expect a manor to be. Fancy, top of the line architecture, and has it's own little garden. Rooms came aplenty, but you, given your slave status, sleep in the less-than-luxurious rooms. It's questionable really. True your queen invited a corrupt noble here and there, paying them to keep them silent. But they don't usually stay for a day or two, mostly leaving at midday. If they ever leave that is.

Still your were a slave and it is not you who chooses things. Your mother died from sickness long during the slaver's road and your father, fed up from mistreatment, questioned. Your father was then promptly was slapped about in the foyer for a good minute. Which was sadly too much for the old man, later dying the same day from internal bleeding. At least your mistress cared enough give you an ash pot afterwards. Your sister was certainly there with the slavers but when they were ambushed, she was no where to be seen. Thus in the middle of nowhere and without provision, you assumed she's dead.

But despite this, she is, as far as masters go, lenient on her subjects. You were allowed to do certain things to pass time and go to certain places. Your only duties are to tend the gardens, prep meals, and just cater to her needs. You have done so all until you are 18. It was a quiet existence. Then a one out of a million occurrences happened.

As you headed to your room, all bleary eye from the day of work. You rest your head on your pillow preparing for another day of the same. Then you hear the front main door of the manor creak. Afterwards you hear feet connecting the ground. Dud... Dud... Dud echos in the hallway of your side of the wing. Then another set of sounds are heard slowly going down the stairs. It must be the mistress going down to greet the intruder. Then perhaps to drink it's blood when they aren't looking.

But no, that never happened. After hearing soft whispers behind your closed door, sudden loud steps, coming from the doors heading towards the stairs. Before you realize clashes of steel bounced off the walls of your hallways. You woke up from your stupor and immediately headed to the foyer. The quick steps, the clash of metal, the crackles of wood and crash of vases grew louder.

You burst your worker's sect doors open to greet your mistress flying about in the air. Beneath her, a warrior clad in wicked metal, with it's hands grip tight to it's longsword, keeping track with your lord's movements. The battle resumes with great speed. You expected to have the intruder to be dealt with within minutes but to your great surprise and interest, not one flaw to be seen. This person, to be so quick and fast, manage to keep up with your master. But not only did it keep up, at small intervals and time it even caught her off guard.

You done nothing but to stare in awe. You were soon shook out of it as your master landed beside you. She was breathing heavily, her face slightly bruised and bleeding from her duel. Her ragged breath proving her fight in a uphill battle. Not one time have you saw her this way. She was leaning on your shoulders, much to her own boiling pride. The iron figure slowly walks towards the both of you. You realize then, that this figure standing before was not even breathing that hard. It was only slightly taller than you, but in it's choking armor gives the impression that it is much more. It looks down on the both of you and spoke. It had a deep masculine voice, proving it's gender of a male.

"Is she your lover? If so then perhaps you should speak for her. She clearly wasn't happy about returning a daughter's missing father and brother."

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