http://not-complete.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] not-complete.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-02-03 05:33 am (UTC)

Lady Luck was out to lunch.

The soft sound of a brush scrubbing against tile could be heard between the girl's words, an occasion drip of water accompanying the noise. She was to clean the castle, nice and neat for the masters and their little pets. Must listen to the masters, for Master Lorenzo's sake.

But then there were intruders, nasty little intruders who were to be in bed at this hour. Daniella could smell the girl, that perfect scent that invites the darkest of creatures to lay their lips on her smooth, white neck. She could sense the beauty and the gift she held to make life, yet would not use it, the maid knew. Ungrateful, little princess...

An abrupt, shrill scream pierced the darkness of the chapel. After that, the darkness began to edge away under the presence of burning, hot metal.

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