Monroe D'etre

Chapter 2:
Part 1:
“Yes, I'm your main maid, assistant, side-kick, co', whatever you want to call me,” She said, seemingly tired and bored of the conversation already. I wasn't bored – she was amazing to look at; beautiful eyes, true violet, her hair was black as coal and her complexion pale, like a real-life snow white. Only, she wasn't a princess, she was a maid, for me, at D'etre Mansion. “May I address you by your name?” I asked cautiously, but with confidence. “Estelle Montgomery,” She replied, sighing again, boredom leaking from every pore. It was obvious she didn't find me as such a marvelous sight as I found her. “Well will you be having dinner this evening, Mr. D'etre?” She asked, I looked at her in question, wondering if she knew I was a vampire. She must have known – Callahan must have told her. “I will.” Estelle stood in the doorway still, looking for further response. “What shall I tell the cooks to prepare for you?” She asked, looking confused. Maybe she didn't know, after all. “Estelle,” I ignored the question,
“Mr. D'etre?” she replied, still fiddling with her keys,
“You do... realize?” I asked, pondering to myself if it was such a wise idea to ask such a question. She looked at me, utterly perplexed at this question. She definitely didn't know – she would have got the hint by now. “Realize what, Mr. D'etre?” I froze, trying to calm myself, even though I didn't quite know what to reply with. “Nothing, Miss. Montgomery, please leave.” she was taken aback, taking steps back wards, closing the door behind her without a word. For a moment, I marveled again at her outstanding beauty, she was a pretty young thing, about my age. Her hair was my favorite feature, and her gleaming violet eyes. She did have a slight English accent, not much of an American; which I liked about her, it made her different from many others that have caught my eye in the past ten years.
I gathered a dress shirt and buttoned it up to the top, slid on a pair of black suit trousers and fastened them. I stood up to look in the mirror, admiring my figure. The door opened a creek, only a slight noise, and I sensed a presence. Estelle, probably. I decided not to react, and to wait to see what she did next. She spoke gently, almost inaudibly, “Mr. D'etre,” I swung around, acting slightly surprised to see her standing before me, on the other side of the bed. “Call me Monroe, I'm not used to being Mr. D'etre, it's not my usual thing.” I smiled, trying to charm her. Her response was cold – only a slight raise of the eyebrows was my return. “Monroe then...” she looked me up and down, also admiring my figure, I noticed. “I couldn't stop wondering what you meant,” she broke off hastily, looking out of my eye contact immediately. “Close the door,” I instructed, pointing to it, then replacing my hand to my side. She shut it almost immediately, hesitating at first. “Take a seat,” Now I pointed to the long stool beside the small dressing table; which she sat at, and I sat beside her, very close. I could feel her breath on me, and it was hard for me not to see her as only prey, but I managed to keep myself back. She kept the eye contact this time, truly interested in what I was talking about, what she didn't know. Her eyes seemed to burn through me, as if she was looking into my soul for the answer. “Do you believe in vampires?” I whispered, she blinked slowly at me, then moved her face backwards a touch and shook her head no. “There's your answer,” I said, with a touch of charm. I moved my face closer to hers a touch and smiled with one side of my mouth. “Prove it.” She said quietly, not quite a whisper now. I closed my eyes and exhaled, opening them to find myself dizzying. “I can't, not now, anyway,” I began, touching my forehead as I felt dizzier by the moment. “Show me your fangs, Monroe,” Her eyes widened, she was truly interested now, eyes practically bulging from their sockets, smile broadening into a mischievous grin. I shook my head. “I cannot, Estelle.” I said sternly, but she just looked at me the same, wide-eyed and joyful. “If I try to show you, I'll end up...” I looked away from the burning intensity of her eyes, but she just tried to meet mine again, leaning around to see my expression. “Just don't kill me... and we'll be fine.” she said eagerly, placing her hand gently on my face and moving it towards hers. I sighed. She smirked at me pulling my face closer. “Go ahead, bite me,” she pulled me towards her neck, her veins pulsing, blood coursing through them, my throat ran dry, I was filled with hunger and lust at the same time. Her veins and arteries were heavily visible due to her pale skin, it was almost white in colour, seemingly as pale, if not paler, than my own. I stared at them, forcing myself to hold back, I moved backwards and met her eyes.
“It's not the way this works,” I closed my eyes, she kept a hold of my face gently. She stroked my cheek and looked at me, her eyes softening with unknowing sympathy. She didn't know the rules, she didn't know what I had been through; yet she still sympathized with me. “Then tell me how it works and I'll understand.” I moved closer, keeping my eyes fixed in her gaze. I'd never created anyone before.
“I have to sort of scan your mind for something you've done that will deem you guilty, or if there is nothing, you're an innocent. If you're guilty, I can kill you with nothing left on my conscience. If you're an innocent – I'm not allowed to harm you... but I still can. There's rules to this, Estelle.” I realized that I didn't want to harm her in any way, that was the opposite of what I wanted to do to her.
She looked at me still, not as if I was this evil being that tales have been told about, one to be afraid and weary of; but as if I was a creature filled with love and justice, which I'd always wanted to be. “Then... just show me your fangs.” She said, smiling slightly again, her joy regaining. I half-smiled, too, her hand still warm on my face. “I can only show you if I'm in a certain state,” I began, as she looked sad, her eyes began to drop, her hopes being dashed, by me. “But I can try,” I took her arm from my face and held her wrist out to me, pale white, her blue veins shone through, I could see the blood pumping, as if her heart rate had shot up immediately as I'd touched her. “I'll be gentle.” I made a small incision on her wrist, letting a small amount of blood flow out, rolling out in drips. Calling to me. I began to hunger for the blood, my throat became dry again, my mouth, too. My teeth began to elongate once more, growing sharper and harder, ready to bite. Estelle's eyes began to widen, not in worry or fear – but in passion and in interest, her body filled with excitement. “Monroe, that's amazing...” She trailed off silently, then took her wrist and tutted, taking it to her mouth and sucking the blood of her own for herself. She wiped it with her fingers and the cut still was visible. I closed and opened my eyes, the dizziness leaving my system, I took her wrist once more and licked it gently, she gave a small laugh. I watched her marvel at the cut, as it healed immediately by itself. She smiled, a true beautiful smile, her eyes still lit up, her mouth beautifully curved. I moved in closer to her, she looked up and met my eyes once more, they glinted in the chandelier light. I moved even closer, almost touching her lips, my body rang with lust. I took her face in my hand and pulled her in, kissing her lips gently, she wrapped her arms lovingly around my neck, kissing me back with equal passion. My lust had overcome my hunger, I no longer felt as if I needed to feed at that moment, Estelle was all I needed. I felt her lips press gently to mine, even in lust, she was as ladylike as ever. So innocent, so sweet and naïve, it was almost a crime to hold her in my arms as I did at that moment, the feelings that I had felt that moment were far from pure, but overall I felt a strange sense of longing to be with her intimately, and also on another level, past physicality.
In the back of my mind, as we continued to kiss more vigorously, I felt a strange sensation wave over me suddenly. I could sense she wasn't as innocent as I'd first thought. Touching her neck gently, I felt around for the spot of which I could see into what she really was. I tried to keep it calm, as not to arouse any suspicion. Finding the spot, I clamped my fingers down gently to find myself in her past memory.