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03-07-2007, 07:34 PM
The young servent quitly crept up the whinding stone stare case. she had heard her master crakling to him self and was wondering he needed to go out again. She was young, and had been tricked into 500 years of service, but still, she had somhow connected with him. she ,her self s.was falling under his spell and she didnt even know it, she was now getting jealous of the Women he brought home as victums for blood, she wished hed look into her eyes the way he did to the blond bombshells that so rudely swated her away when she served the knock out potion to then, requesting she and her master be alone in his den just as the sun set for the evening. Still she steped lightly in her ragged brown dress and bear feet. As she peered through a crake in the wooden door to his study, She saw him looking oddly at a book, and suddenly slam it to the ground in frustation. He was looking for somthing...But the girl didnt dare open the door or make a sound, she simply went back down stairs to he cupborad in the kitchen and mulled over the evening in her head, as the rain beat down on the kicthen window...
(Hope you can use this intro! please feel free to take the master and the servents girls postion! have fun with it!)