Vampire

Kieara nodded to him and slowly made her way into the room. In all honesty, she found this all to be a bit intimidating. Everything was so fancy, she was afraid that if she so much as touched it, it would destroy whatever happened to be the victim. She stood for a long time inspecting every detail of the room before she finally sat down. She sat near the end of one of the couches nearest the fire.

She stared into the fire left to her thoughts. Thoughts like why was she here? How'd Minuit persuade her to come here? Where was he? What would she do once morning came? What would she do about her father? She knew as soon as she went home after tonight she'd be in for it for running, and for not returning home. What was she thinking?
 
"Oh. Yes actually. I need a room prepared before the end of the night." He ended the conversation at that. Turning back to his desk to begin scuffling through all the papers he had out. The woman had already begun shutting the door as she began to act on his directions. Only to be called to a hault by him as he turned back to her. "Oh, she likes purple. So the room on the third floor. Pull out everything purple that you think would make her comfortable. I don't want the girl frightened and up all night or something. She needs rest. So be sure to make it as comfortable as possible for her. Get all the other girls to help you, I'm sure Morin will oblige as well."

With a light smile, the women nodded and finally exited. Closing the door behind her as she got to work. Finding a few other maids along the way and rushing to the third floor. From there they all seemed to be running up and down the stairs, from the storage room on the ground floor and up to the third floor. With how much they were ripping and running it was hard to tell if they're were only 5 of them, or more.

As the women rushed about, Morin returned to greet Kieara. "Madam. The bath has been prepared. Please follow me." His smile remained calm and gentle as he led her down the large hall and through another set of large doors. The bathroom was lined with a navy colored, marble, tile. The wall color matching. The room calmly lit by the lights lining the walls. The tub was large, sitting in the center of the room and filled to the brim with fresh warm water.

"Please take all the time you need. I'll leave a change of clothes by the door for you. Along with a set of towels." Morin nodded to her one last time, then left her to the bath. Deciding to help the ladies with their task as they seemed to be rushing about.
 
Kieara looked up when Morin returned. She offered a nervous smile to him and followed after him taking in the appearance of the house as she went. She was rather shocked actually. She then looked at the bath. It looked so relaxing and so good to her. She smiled again. "Thank you." She said and got undressed. She bathed, then dried and redressed in the clothes left for her.

She had no idea about them making her room all purple. She simply cleaned up where she'd used the bathroom, then headed to find Morin, or Minuit. Whichever she ran into first. She looked around sheepishly as she tried to remember her way back to the room she'd just came from with the fireplace.
 
Minuit seemed entranced in his work. Looking through papers as he searched for any possible news of sighting of anything supernatural, or mythical of any sort. He'd long taken an interest to the other beast and night dwellers that lurked about in this world. Rather then knowing only of the existence of his own kind, and the perfect enemies (being were-wolfs) A long war that had become well known in most fantasy books, and mystery novels. He gazed over his bookshelf. Filled with as many books and stories as could fit. The top only lined with more tales that he'd probably read a million and one times. The floor was no exclusion to his collection. More novels piled up along the sides, and in front. Covering almost the entire bottom shelf, as they lay stacked upon one another.

The scurrying about of his maids had finally come to a hault. Finishing just as Kieara had excused herself from the large bathroom. Most returned to their original duties, the one from before returning to Minuit's study. Only peering through a small crack in the door, she smiled calmly. "It's done Sire. Shall I escort the lady to the dinning hall?"

"No need. I'll do it. Rather rude of me to have just simply left a guess to wonder about alone for so long." He stood from his desk. Wiping the papers he had all spread out into a messy pile and returned them to a deep purple envelope, that sat on more. All of different colors.

Making his way down to the first floor, he smiled as he noticed the girl. "A bit more comfortable I hope." He smiled at her, his charm an automatic as he walked the halls of his own home. His voice seemed to be bouncing off the walls as he walked a bit closer to her. Keeping his smile calm, and as gentle as he could without showing his fangs. "I'm sure you're hungry. Come with me to the dinning room, and we'll have something."
 
Kieara noticed it seemed relatively empty. She wondered if Minuit and Morin were the only ones who lived here. If they were she'd hate to do the cleaning. She thought about how they'd do it all theirselves as an after thought. It would be an enormous job. Surely he had cleaning ladies who came. Maybe they had the day off. That had to be it. She entertained this thought in her head for a bit until she was knocked from it by his voice.

She jumped a bit but turned slowly. She offered a smile back to him. "Yes I am." She spoke. "Thank you." It was a bit odd staying in her teacher's house. However, at the moment she wasn't worried about that. She was more worried about the consequences of whenever she returned home and what awaited her there. How badly she'd be beaten.

She listened to his statement then answered. "That sounds divine." she spoke. She was very hungry. She hadn't eaten since early in the day. "I appreciate all this Minuit. Thank you so much. You just don't know what it means to me." She told him. This was the first chance she'd really had to thank her mysterious host. Or teacher....Or whatever he was to her at the moment.
 
Chuckling a bit, he made his way through the arch in the wall, stepping through into the dinning room, that seemed so large only to take up space. The dinning table sat at it's center. Once again creating a scene you'd see in a movie. Though the table wasn't quiet as long. Sitting no more than 16 at the most, Minuit obviously taking the seat at the head of the table. "Please, have a seat." He said, gesturing to the seat on his right side, as he over looked the rest of the table.

The surface was made of stone, smoothed to the touch, and always cool as you'd rest upon it. It was a black and white, marble as well. Seeing as the design had soon become a favorite of his once he'd moved that way. The walls were lined with pillars, each one only 8 feet or more so apart. All black, as they made a separation in each section of the white wall.

The room was simple. Everything color coordinated, all black and white. The table top, the chairs to match, as well as the walls and doors. Each room having it's own set of colors to separate them from any other.

He clapped his hands together loudly. The sound a way to summon Morin wherever he may be. The silent butler shuffled quietly through a swinging door only just behind where Kieara had been gestured to sit. Stepping directly to Minuit's side, he smiled at the two. "Tonight we're--"

Minuit held his hand up, shushing the man before he could finish. "What would you like Kieara. I'm sure my cook can make anything you'd please."
 
Kieara blinked getting even more taken aback by the house. She'd noticed a pattern. Each room had its own color. No other had the same color twice. She stepped in behind him and looked around. Her eyes fell to the dining table and she reached out tenatively touching its surface. She jumped a bit hearing him clap his hands and wondered what he was doing. Once she saw Morin run out and begin to speak, she had put two and two together that if he had money for a butler, then obviously being a professer payed well. Or so that was the only explanation she could find in her mind.

She then looked up to him as he spoke again. She listened, then answered. "I um...well I'm not picky. Anything would be ok with me, just so there's not any peanuts in it. I'm allergic to peanuts." she explained to them and moved in their direction. She sat down lightly in the chair to Minuit's right as he'd gestured ehr to.
 
"Well, then. Bring out a warm French lentil salad, and I'm craving Salmon. Have Ross make it and red wine." He gave the butler a look before he nodded and headed off. Returning to the kitchen where the roar of the oven could soon be heard as the cook got to work on whatever she'd decided to create for the evening. Minuit was sure it was the exact opposite of whatever she originally had plan for that evening. Not that it was any bother to him. Normally preferring whatever it was he was in the mood for. Since he had no real need for human food. Just simply enjoy'd the taste every so often.

Morin returned with the wine. A glass filled to the brim with a substance that only looked to be wine. Accompanied by the bottle, he placed the bottle down on the table and the glass before Minuit. Who gladly took a small sip, licking his lips. "Forgive my manners Kieara. Do you drink wine?"
 
Kieara was dead against alcohol after seeing the monster it made her father become. She shifted nervously. She didn't want to tell her teacher how to live his life. She had a few flashes run through her mind of things he'd done to her. She tore her gaze from the bottle before them to look up at Minuit. She didn't speak of her fear of alcohol to him.

"No thank you." She spoke rather quickly. She offered a small smile as she listened to the roar of the oven. She wondered what they were having. Surely a house of such high caliber had to have food to match.
 
"Morin." The vampire looked up at the man, shooing him off once more to return with an appetizer for the evening. "Forgive me then for drinking in front of you." He nodded to her, taking another sip from his glass. Lingering on the idea of his drink honestly being wine. Though he'd never much cared for the drink. It hid his true need rather well, while retaining the elegance he always seemed to portray. He soaked up the silence, drinking slowly from his glass every so often. Setting it down once Morin returned with their salad.

"Warm French Lentil Salad sire. Fresh as we could possibly make it." The older man stated as he set a plate before each of them, serving the first course of their dinner. "Please enjoy Madam," he noted, with a bow. Once again Morin disappeared behind the door. Resurfacing rather quickly this time though, setting another glass down with water for Kieara as she ate. Again he smiled an nodded, then shuffled back into the kitchen.

"I hope you enjoy it. I have a garden in the backyard, so almost all of our vegetables and fruits are fresh." Minuit smiled at her before picking up his fork and taking the first bite. Enjoying the taste as always as he continued on with his food.
 
Kieara smiled a bit. He seemed much more....responsible...with his drinking. She spoke to him. "It's fine. I...I don't mind." She spoke to him. She looked around the room in the silence taking in the smaller details of the room. She could really get used to this place...What was she thinking? That was crazy! He was her teacher! Besides, even though he was her age, she wasn't the type of girl he'd be interested in. And it wasn't just this house or anything that attracted her to him. She simply liked his attitude.

Kieara nibbled on her salad and smiled. "This is excellent." she spoke to him. "I love it." She said. "Your chef must work hard." She spoke to him.
 
He chuckled at her response, smiling happily. "I'm glad you enjoy it." Taking his glass once more. He watched her quietly as he drank from it. Savoring the taste that he found so sweet. As he did he wondered what the girl tasted like herself. One so troubled should have such sweet blood. With a sigh he set his glass down and returned his attention to his food. Pushing the longing feeling to feed on the delicate girl, from his mind. "Well I'd hope she does. What good would it be if she couldn't actually cook. Seems like it'd be rather silly to hire her as such." Laughing softly again once more, he took a few more bites of his salad. Only getting half way through it before he pushed the plate back a bit. His way of signaling that he was finished and ready for whatever was next.

For the time being he relaxed a bit into his surroundings. Now toying with his mostly empty glass. The red liquid swirling about at the bottom of the glass as he swished it around. The aroma from the kitchen began to drift into the dining room. The smell of rather sweet, fresh cooked salmon filling the room. With a small sigh, Minuit put the glass down and looked Kieara over once more. "Merci," he said softly, resting his chin on his hand. "It means thank you." He smiled at her, giving her a hint as Morin stepped out to take their plates.

"May I Madam?" He asked her, only after grabbing Minuit's plate first.
 
Kieara didn't eat much of her salad as well. She knew there was more to come and didn't want to get full on salad alone. She sipped her water as she listened to him. She laughed softly at his comment on his chef. She spoke to him while waiting on Morin to come out and take their plates. "So how'd you come by this place? What made you want to stay here?" She spoke knowing it was a small town.

She blushed a bit feeling stupid for not knowing such simple things about his language. She looked to Morin as he asked to take her plate. "Merci." She said to him with a smile as she allowed him to take her plate.
 
Morin looked a bit surprised, the moment of shock lasting only a second or so before he took her plate with a smile. "Madame, Très bien." He nodded to her, returning to the kitchen with that same smile he always had. As he disappeared behind the door, Minuit chuckled softly. "Very good. You're accent is almost spot on as well. Now on to you're questions." He sat up straight now, glass still twirling about in his hand, the liquid gliding along with it.

"Well, if you're wondering how I came about the town. I don't know." He chuckled, sincere in his word. He'd been bouncing about so much he just randomly pick a location with a school or something and move himself in. "I just saw this large open area and had my home built on it. As for why I choose to stay. Most of the students here actually seem rather willing to learn. Of course the other teachers tell me it's just because the girls want to see me on a daily basis. But I know that's not true for all of my students. Hopefully it's not true for many at all." Finally he set the glass down, still resting back against his chair, hands folded above his lap. Keeping with his professional looks.

"What made you want to learn French though?"
 
Kieara smiled to Morin. She wasn't sure what he'd said back to her though. She was a quick learner however. She looked to Minuit after Morin disappeared and blushed a bit as she was complimented. "Merci." she repeated to him thanking him for the compliment.

She listened to his answer to her question then spoke to answer his. "I...It's just something I always wanted to learn. I've always wanted to visit France." She explained to him. "I think I might have some distant ancestry there." She told him. "I'm not entirely sure though. And well, it gets me out of the house." The last reason was probably the most important to her right now. "If...you don't mind my asking...um, what exactly did he say?" She blushed embarassed. She hadn't understood Morin's last comment.
 
"Same thing I said. Very well." He smiled at her, "It's a pretty simple phrase to catch onto. The way the words just kind of slide together and all." Morin returned at this time, the cook, Ross, trailing behind him with the food on a cart. The two plates were covered with the normal silver coated domes, that always kept the heat in. Morin and Ross each grabbed a plate. Morin setting one in front of Kieara, and Ross set the other in front of Minuit.

"Pomegranate-Glazed Salmon," Ross stated cheerfully as they revealed the sweet glazed fish, and it's side of fresh cut vegetables mixed with a cheese pasta. "Pomegranates we're coming into season and a few of them ripened pretty early. So I figured it'd be a nice treat since they aren't fully in season yet anyway. As fresh as it gets." The women grinned, her hat tilted to the side, her bright red hair (matching Kieara's) in a messy bun beneath it. Her all white chef's coat revealed very few, stains. Proof that she was good at her job, as she made little mistakes when it came too. She nodded to Kieara, "Please do enjoy it little lady." Her last sentence to the girl have a bit more of her original German accent than before.

As she hurried back into the kitchen for clean up Morin took each of their glasses. "Something a bit more suited to the meal," he nodded to the two before returning to the kitchen. Minuit looked shocked as the older man walked away, stumbling over his words of protest. The only time he'd ever show any action that he deemed beneath him was when he didn't get to finish his meal. In this case, the small bit of blood that remained in the glass he had so actively been playing with. He let his head hang a bit, mumbling to himself. "I wasn't done with that." He whined quietly before taking a deep breath and smiling at the girl again.

Morin returned seconds later, two glasses in hand as he gave them each one. "Apéritif, alcohol free of course." He smiled at Kieara as he stood up straight, nodding to Minuit. "It suits the meal far better than water, or red wine."

"My wine suits everything," Minuit grunted back at him, taking a small sip from this glass. Shrugging, he finally turned his attention tot he meal that was freshly made for the two.
 
Kieara felt really stupid on that note. She nodded to her teacher however. She looked up when two people exited the kitchen. She couldn't help the twinge of a smile that touched her lips when she saw the cook's hair matched hers. She briefly wondered if she too heard all the teases and names throughout school that she did. Course, now those made fond memories of hers.

Kieara thanked them for the food once more, then noted her teachers reaction when Morin took his glass. She found it rather odd, course she said nothing. It was probably an expensive vintage she thought. She then looked down to the divine smelling fish. "Wow...." She couldn't help but let escape her lips. "You dine like this every night?" She asked him as she lifted her eating utensil to try her food.
 
Continuing on with his meal in silence, he paused every so often to take another small drink from the glass. He savored the taste of the sweet drink mixing with the already sweetly glazed salmon. Finally he paused, listening to Kieara as she spoke. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." Taking another small bite, he washed it all down with the drink. Grabbing the napkin and wiping his lips. "Mostly, yes. Though sometimes I make a less difficult request. Simple, like Chinese chicken and rice, or I've had pizza a few times. Italian style though." He chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

He watched her again now, the thought of tasting her blood a fleeting thought. Passing through his mind every so often as she finished her meal.
 
Kieara smiled at his answer. He seemed to be a man of high class. She soon had finished her own meal. She wiped her own lips and drank a little of her drink. She was finished. She'd never quite tasted something so savory before. And that was her first time eating salmon. She rather enjoyed it. It was probably the best thing she'd ever tasted. She spoke. "That was so good." She spoke. "I'd never had salmon before."
 
"Well, I'm very glad you enjoy'd the meal." He stood to his feet, dusting his lap off though there was nothing that had fallen into his lap. He'd never let such a thing happen in his white suit. "Come, I'll show you to your room." He smiled softly at her, grabbing the glass before he left the room. Naturally the plates were to be picked up by Morin or another of the ladies that roamed about his home. Having little interest in having to do such things, he'd hired them. So even with a guest over it would make no sense to change his ways.

As he walked down the hall, he slowly drank from his glass. "It's on the third floor. I hope that's alright," he smiled over his shoulder at her as he reached the stairs and made his way up. The second floor's layout was no different than the first. A long hall accompanied by pictures and paintings here and there. A few dressers and little stands that would hold flowers or other such nick knacks that had no real place in any of the rooms. "I do wish I thought this layout through," he chuckled, the stairs on the entire opposite end of the hallway. Waiting only a brief moment for the girl, he once again began down the hall.

Placing his drink randomly down on a rather empty dresser. Seeing as he'd finally emptied out it's contents. In his mind he swore to return to the glass and take it to the kitchen. Though it would have been no real shock when he didn't. His mind was always wondering as is, and now he'd spent the night at home, rather than out hunting. His teeth ached terribly as he reached the third floor. Mid-way down the hall, the 3rd door on the right, he entered the room that had been made up for her.

The room was large, decorated from top to bottom in purple. It amazed him as he stepped inside, since he had no idea he had so many things in purple. The room its self was a light lavender, striped with a darker purple. The bed was large, and round. Fitted with a deep purple comforter and lavender pillows. The canopy that surrounded the bed was a lavender as well, pulling it all together rather nicely. "Wow. That's a lot of purple. They listen well," he chuckled out, stepping aside for the girl to come inside. "Your room."
 
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