Good afternoon, Spooky Ghost Guy. How about we do a little drama? Let's say Daniela hugs her too tightly because of her love for the maid. Which will cause the maid to accidentally injure her hand or start suffocating. Would the girl be mad at her? If so, how will Daniela take it?
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Heyyy! Sorry, I've only got to this now but I've decided I'll answer this in a one-shot format, hope that's okay. As always constructive criticism is more than welcome and feel free to shoot me an ask if you want me to write something.
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It was a quiet day in the castle, not that it wasn't normally silent, but today was especially isolated. The lady of the castle was tucked away in her office, taking care of business as usual, but the girls, who made most of the noise, were away on a hunting trip. You walked through the halls with nothing to do but look at the dusty painting covered in a thick grey cloud of dust. It was humbling, being in a virtually empty castle all to yourself but still feeling like you don't belong. Alas, it was your home, you had nowhere else to go but to roam the empty halls anticipating something different. Something new.
It wasn't long before the sound of your own footsteps dulled out and you went into a state of dissociation from the real world, drifting off into a daydream of a better life. One where you and Daniela run away to a cottage by the sea, raise some chickens, and live off the land. A simple life is all you want with the woman. No worries or cares, no tip-toeing around the castle, no avoiding her mother.
You were so far into this fantasy that you failed to notice the 6'4 mass of vampire barrelling towards you from behind; until the auburn woman had picked you up in her arms and squeezed you tightly. Her warm arms pinned yours to the side of your body, preventing you from moving them.
"My little human! So this is where you've been hiding." Daniela chirps into your ear.
Although it was barely heard by you, the overwhelming sensation of the smell of blood and how she pressed her face into the side of your neck made you reel. Your hand started pulsing as pain rushed throughout your body and it got hard to breathe.
"Daniela..." You gasp out in hopes that she loosens her grip.
Instead, she held on tighter, her arms pressing against your chest. You grunt in response while your face twists into a painful expression, one she couldn't see from her position behind you. So you try again to make her move.
"You're hurting me." The words squeak out like a rusty hinge on a door but it gets the point across.
The vampire lowers you down and lets go. She turns you around to face her and looks down at you with a look of confusion and concern.
"Hurt? Where?" The auburn woman asks while touching around your face and body, trying to determine where it was that you were suffering.
The sensation was overwhelming. So much so that your ears were ringing and everything felt hot. It was like you weren't in your body, just watching from an outsider's perspective. You needed space, quickly.
Without much thought, you push her hands off you roughly and back away from her. Daniela's face falls and her bottom lip juts out like a wounded puppy. The hurt expression on her face makes you feel even worse but words had failed you, so you took off. Turning away from the other woman, you sped-walked your way to another part of the castle. The vampire had the good sense not to follow you and gave you the space you so clearly needed.
Your feet carried you to the library, it was Daniela's favourite place. For good reason. The place was quiet, spacious and no one other than the maids really went in. That's how you met, of course. You were a new maid who had been given the task of cleaning the room. The second Daniela saw you, she was intrigued. She watched you pick up books, interested in the way you read the blurbs even though you knew you weren't permitted to do anything but clean them. You're curiosity and passion had overtaken you and made you disregard the rules. She admired it greatly. You shook like a leaf when she revealed herself after hiding in the shadow, watching. The tall woman reassured you, that all was well, she was infatuated with you. Since then you two have been magnets drawn to one another with no sign of being round. The vampire demanded you stop working as a maid and be her personal maid. You didn't do much work, however, you just followed Daniela around all day while the woman read books are yapped on about her dreams. It had been a year since then.
A few hours later there was a soft knock on the door, then the auburn vampire stepped through the door before shutting it gently. The room was awkwardly silent, you could hear a pin drop. The older woman walked over and stood in front of you. By now you had sat down on the worn-out couch in the middle of the floor, frozen in deep thought.
"How's your hand?" The tall woman asked nervously.
She gestured down to the makeshift sling on your arm that you had made out of some old cloth. Just as a precaution, the pain was mild now.
"It's fine" you mumbled. "Just a sprain."
Daniela shifted on her feet for a moment before looking into your eyes.
"And you? How are you?" She whispered.
The question was so simple yet it held so much weight. How were you doing? How were you really? You thought about it for a few seconds before answering the poor girl.
"I think... I'm okay." You stated unconvincingly.
The vampire didn't want to argue so she sat next to you, her eyes still focusing on you. A guilty look spread across her face. She reached over and grasped your hand in her, gently this time.
"I'm sorry, I don't know my own strength." She began.
"I know you're getting sick of the castle and I've talked to Mother about it. I want you here with me but I can't let you be unhappy so... you can have your own room, decorate it, make it feel like home. I'm sorry but I can't let you leave."
Daniela finished speaking causing you to let out a sigh. It was a start, maybe one day you'd leave. Preferably with the ginger woman. It wasn't Daniela's fault, not in the slightest. Her Mother was the one who kept you confined to this castle. So as a peace offering, you leaned your head over onto her shoulder and rested it there. She, in return, raised her hand to tangle in your hair, scratching your scalp.
She then turns to you and softly whispers.