The head servant was cleaning the wound of the girl the king just accepted into the castle. Seeing how much the injuries on her body were, the head servant asked "How did you get these bruises?". The girl pursed her lips momentarily before answering "My uncle, he hits me". "For what reason?" The head servant seemed vexed from hearing the information.
"If I don't do what he says or if I complain about his decisions. He's a bad man" the girl said, recalling all the beatings she got from her uncle. "How can a human being be so wicked?" The head servant asked as she poured an ointment on one of the girl's injuries making the girl draw in a breath quickly. "Well, that's the point. He's not human, he's a night creature" the girl said. The head servant paused momentarily "I'm a night creature too but I'm not wicked". The girl looked at the servant's eyes and saw that her eyes were red in color, confirming she was truly a night creature. "The quality of a person's character is not based off of if he's a night creature or not. If you're bad, you're bad." The head servant continued. "I guess you're right. He's a bad night creature then" the girl said making the woman smile.
"So...which of the night creatures is he? A vampire, witch or that other creature we barely know about?" The head servant asked curiously. "A vampire" the girl answered. "I see" the head servant had finished tending to her injuries and was about to leave when the girl asked "Which are you?". The head servant stopped in her tracks and answered "Same as your uncle. Lest I forget, what's your name?". "Helena" the girl answered and the head servant left the girl to her thoughts.
She was in one of the rooms in the servants quarters and she supposedly had two others sharing that room wih her because of the other two beds which were at the other side of the room. She quickly took the opportunity that she was alone and pulled out a small piece of paper that was hidden in her dress the entire time. The piece of paper had a grey powdered substance in it. She quickly hid the paper under the bed she had been sitting on and heaved a sigh.
Few hours ago, while the raining was still pouring down on Denver, Helena found herself flying across the room, hitting the wall forcefully. She was being thrown around like a rag doll. "Try and understand Helena. I need to avenge my friend" her oppressor said as he walked closer to her making her teeth chatter in fear. "Uncle Ares please. I don't want to get involved with any of that" Helena managed to form words. "Ohh you'd get involved honey. Do you want your Uncle Ares to be sad? You know what happens when uncle is sad" he hovered over her as she raised her hands, covering her face in attempt to prepare herself for his next punch or slap but none came. Helena slowly removed her hand from her face after she didn't feel any beating coming down on her. Ares had bent down to reach her because she was on the floor. "You know what happens right?" He asked again in an intimidating manner. "Uncle Ares feasts when he's sad or angry" came Helena's weak voice. "Good! And you don't want Uncle Ares to feed on you right?" The man asked and she shook her head quickly in response. "It's settled then, be a good niece and do as I say. Take" he said handing her a wrapping of paper which contained a substance in it. Helena didn't dare ask the content unless she wanted another round of beating. With shaky hands, she took the paper from him and scurried from his presence.
As she walked down the road on her way to where her uncle had sent her, she complained and engaged in a conversation with herself. "If the king is truly what the rumors bear, then I'd surely be done for" she said to herself. She walked slowly because of the pains she felt. The beating she just received from her uncle was enough to kill a person but somehow she always survived his maltreatment. The man had just returned from one of his retreats and now wants her to do a dirty job for him.