Elizabeth

I woke up sharp at 5 , took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and emptied my bladder.

Sleeping in the floor was not comfortable, I'm just grateful that my mate gave me a pillow and a blanket to shield me from the cold and to help make sleeping on the floor a little more comfortable, if not entirely. I think the only the reason apart form the pillow and blanket that I was able to sleep was the fact that I was exhausted after meeting Lazarus.

I had just tidied up the pillow and folded up the blanket and kept it away, when I saw a piece of paper addressed for me.

Elizabeth, my pathetic human mate, the duties you have to perform are all written on this sheet of paper

1) breakfast by 8 pm. I expect a spread of English breakfast

2) I have a lot of laundry that needs to be hand washed, make sure to do it. Don't you dare spoil amu od my expensive shirts. They cost more than what you're worth.

3) make sure to iron them all, don't burn them or else I'll burn you.

4) I shouldn't be even writing this as a task because it is understood that it is your duty as my mate to make my bed and keep the bedroom in a tip top condition.

Ps : between these chores eat something, probably whatever your humans eat. I don't need you fainting and me having  to rush you to the infirmary because of your stubborn idiotic self

5) I think brooming our floor and mopping it is understood.

Yours truly
Your not so loving mate
King Lazarus

I read the paper and realised that if I have to make an entire English breakfast for master Lazarus , then I will have to speed up and skip breakfast. Rushing in the direction I assume the kitchen was, I realised that no one was in the castle.

A paper came floating in. It read as follows:

If your thinking where everyone is then let me write to you that this is my private castle where only I and you. Since your my personal slave, you will be responsible for keeping my private castle house in a good clean condition.

This note explains a lot, come on Lizzie hear up, if anyone can take a challenge and not break then it is you.

I quickly began to bake the sausage and tomatoes. I put the break in the oven, got the bean baking and had the juice set in a glass. At 3 minutes to 8 I set the table, my stomach was growling, from hungers, assuming I had 2 minutes before Lazarus glided down from where ever he is, I took a banana and in a record speed gulped it.

Usually I would have tea to wake me up but Lazarus had made it very clear that I had a schedule to keep up with else I would be tortured even more .

At about 8:30 am the king himself made an appearance. I saw him wipe his mouth from what I assume was blood on his corner mouth.

"I see that you aren't as useless as I assumed, you can follow a simple set of instruction and as much as this food looks so good to eat and smells kind good, I must say I can't eat it" He said as I saw him tho the breakfast I made in the bin and shoved the dishes in the sink meant to be washed

"Forgive me master, why can't you eat it? I assure you I haven't poisoned it" I said as I watched him turn around from the sink ready to go somewhere

"So beautiful but yet so dumb, a vampire neither sleeps nor eats, I was merely testing whether you can cook or not" He said

"But-" I was interrupted by him putting up his hand, silencing me

"One can argue with one of status, not with a slave... Haven't you heard arguing with fools just proves that your a bigger fool. I intend not be a the bigger fool among the two of us" He said

I snapped my mouth shut. Even if he was trying to be the bigger fool, there was no doubt that the vampire king was stupid and was dumber than the dumbest man in earth.

"As for the fact of you assuring me that you haven't poisoned my meal, don't you know that a vampire can't be poisoned by mere human portions" He replied.

Really! Aw shucks! There goes my last resort to kill him. I guess I'll just kill him with kindness.

"Human, I believe you have se other chores to attend to. Just add one more in between. I'll be back at 2pm for lunch, make sure  you have some chilled iced blood bottles in the fridge for me" He said and then with a blink of an eye he was gone.

How much does the vampire drink? How many blood bottles should I chill. I'll do one thing I can see 24 blood bottles here, I'll put 12 of them in the fridge.

Putting that stuff in the fridge I walked upstairs to do the bed. Man for a person who does not sleep, he messed the bed up pretty bad. Getting to work I got straightened the sheets and folding the blanket I fixed the bed to perfection, like the perfectionist I am.

Okay now, I need to do his laundry. I walked into the bathroom and saw the state of his laundry. 30 bloody suits, 20 smelly boxers... He expect me to hand wash all these. Those boxers are disgusting.

Holding my breath I filled a bucket of warm water found the detergent, poured some in and I plopped the boxers in them. Taking another bucket, I started to fill warm water and detergent and started to hand wash his suits, removing the blood stains and making the water crimson. Once the suits were done I began to clean his boxers, before putting the wet clothes in a bucket and going to the balcony where I found the stand and started to hand the washed clothes.

I went back into the bathroom and cleaned the blood stains from the floor and then cleaned the lots, the run and the sink.

I then took the broom and began to clean the entire castle, the estate is so big, I had barely covered the first two floors when unnoticed the time.

Lazarus would be back in 30 minutes, I need to have lunch before him, otherwise after that I'll directly be having dinner. Considering the fact that I still have a lot of work to do, I should myself some lunch. So I went downstairs and began to make my self some cheese tomato sandwiches and tea.

Noticing the time that it was 10 minutes to 2, I spend up my eating process. Finally just as I was washing the dirty dishes Lazarus came back

"I demand my chilled blood bottles" He said sitting down on the couch.

I held the urge to rolly eyes at him and I grabbed four bottles of blood  and placed them in a tray and walked over to where he was sitting.

"I may be a vampire but I also have an appetite, you human, I drink only two bottles, take the other two" He said angrily as he snatched two bottles and then shoved me back

Hey watch it big man. Was what I wanted to say but what came out was an

"Oomph"

"Weak, fragile, useless shit" He murmered as I walked away with the other to bottles and kept them in the fridge and stacked the cleaned utensils in their respective places. I then took the broom and began to clean the floor, the last floor of the castle.

After brooming it, I started to  mop the place. Once done with that. I then took the now dried clothes inside and began to iron them humming a song I used to love as a kid. The same one my mother used to sing to me when ever I began to lose hope. .

Completing my chores I realised it was 7 pm now, I went to the kitchen again and made myself some pasta and bread and poured some wine. Why he has human food I'm his kitchen when he doesn't require them is beyond my intellectual.

I began to eat the food and as I did, a few tears began to fall. I think I'm attending to a mission important. After all one can only change the heart of the devil if the devil himself is willing  to change. Even in the tale Beauty and the Beast, the Beast changed because after all those rough layers a human with humanity existed.

I'm beginning to question, does my so called mate, actually have humanity left in him? Can be change? Can little love be it in the form of tough love as well as soft love change him? Blame it on the bond, but my heart was falling for him and my brain which was still in its sense was screaming me to kill him and run... Run to anywhere... Anywhere away from him.
But the question is where?

I wiped the tears and placed two chilled blood bottles on the table for Lazarus who I saw whoosh past me.

I took the dirty dishes and washed him as he say their drinking the blood like it was a beer bottle he was drinking from.

No matter what is in store for me. There is something in Lazarus that makes me want to help him. His dark locks, his green eyes, his pale skin, his  slender fingers, his board shoulders, his well defined jaw, his muscular biceps all were calling for me, all aching for my love. His eyes showed some sadness, something which often flickered across his face.

That was the only reason I had hope that Lazarus could change, if I could show him the right path with the right steps, he could change.

With this determination I walked back into our room, if that's what we could call it and took out my pillow and sad excuse of a blanket and laid down. The exhaustion of all the work I did taking a toll on me. I saw Lazarus walk in, he glanced at me, did I see some pity in his eyes? I think my eyes deceived me. If he did show some emotion then as fast as it appeared, it left his eyes. He went to bed and I assume he laid down and was staring at me.

"Goodnight master" I whispered knowing he must have heard me

"Hmff" Was his reply.