Mae pov
I arrived at the mansion an hour ago and I'm still waiting for Lance to come give me instructions.
Standing in the middle of a large living room I couldn't help not admire the work of the person who decorated this place, but certainly, this has to be a lady doing cause everything was so feminine and old-fashioned but still elegant.
In one corner of the living room, the deep purple of the velvet sofa and side chairs reflected my late mother's scene of decoration.No matter how little I was I still remember vividly how my mother made everything uniquely beautiful.
Whoever did this decoration must be one old lady by now properbly dead cause I think cream china vessels still existed and here it was on top of a side stool, the lady must have done the whole house by her self I could guess she must have used all her favorite colors in all shades and tints of the living room.
Jolting out of my admiration I saw Lance walk through a door I didn't even know was there he was followed by a beautiful lady in her mid-twenties, and if I was right she was the lady of the house.
She was the most beautiful lady I have ever seen with her green and blue eyeballs which shows she's got heterochromia and her raven dark hair that falls gracefully to her waist.
"Good day my lady", I greeted and bow slightly to Lance. if my guess was right I and the lady would be a few years apart but I was ready to give all my respect to anyone in this place, I need this job and I wasn't going to let my bad habit of being rude ruin it.
"Hello Dear, I'm Elizabeth but everyone calls me lady Lizzy....".as she spoke I couldn't miss that beautiful British accent not just an accent but one with class I could never see myself speaking so eloquently.
The more I stood before her the more I felt intimidated she was clearly what the word PERFECT was meant for she was everything except perfect.
She gave me my necessary instructions and duties while Lance just stood by her side as she spoke.
Like I imagined I would be given a place to stay and one day off which would be on Sunday caused the lord of the house doesn't eat at home on Sunday. that sounded weird and I was about to feel bad for the young miss, how does she feel when her husband leaves home every Sunday.
But instead, she didn't show any signs of hurt, I was later led to my room which I thought to be too good for just a cook then introduced to my fellow kitchen staff.
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Elliot pov
Just like I thought Eric wants to start trouble again all because of the crystal jar. He thinks I have it and I would continue to make him think that way.
The crystal jar is said to have been in existence since creation but no one has exactly seen it except my grandfather who died centuries ago, it is believed to have been given to my father to protect and when my father passed away in a war against vampires everyone think I have it when in reality I don't even know what it looks like.
One thing is wherever it is I hope those who have it can keep it from evil people like my brother. The crystal jar can be very powerful when harnessed and can also be chaotic, either way, the crystal jar is as. good as useless until I touch it since I'm supposedly the guardian.
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