Bambi and the Duke
Disowned for being a human, Vivian was taken in as a maid at the age of seven by the Carmichael household. Serving one of the most respected and elite pureblood families in Bonelake, there were rules. Rules that must be followed by all servants and maids. Like everyone else, Vivian was repeatedly reminded not to disobey the rules. But before she could learn to blend into the background like the other servants, the Duke's young son calls to her, “Bambi.” And all hell breaks loose. ----- "What? Never seen a bruise before?" Leonard scoffed at the girl. "Does it hurt?" Vivian asked, gently kneeling beside him and examining the several bruises covering his face. "Not that much." Remembering what her mother used to do when she got a bruise, Vivian brought her sleeve to her mouth and blew warm air on it before placing it on the boy's cheek, taking him by surprise. Leonard swatted her hand away, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks embarrassed, "W-what are you doing?" "Mama told me this will make the pain go away," the girl held her hand close to her chest as she shared her past memory. "I’m not a child!” Leonard huffed at her. “I don’t think you’re a child,” she stared at him with a crystal-clear gaze. Taken aback, Leonard locked eyes with her for two seconds before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll heal in a day or two anyways," he reassured her before getting up and taking a seat at the table where his books were placed. "Odd girl," he muttered to himself as he pulled the top book from the stack and lost himself in it.
Crime-Part 1
Vivian saw her mother for the second time in the memories, her face coming to be familiar in her mind until she came to realize something very important that had taken place a few days ago. It wasn't her second time seeing her mother and finding her in Abel's memories wasn't a first. The first time was in her very own dream which she had failed to see and understand. Like phantom of ghosts, they had come and gone while she had no inkling of who they were.
She had acquired her mother's blonde hair, their height almost the same which was average for a woman who was human but for a vampire, they fell a little short.
"Mama," her mouth uttered the words that had been waiting to call her mother since the time she had wanted to find them but the woman was only a fragment of her lost memories who couldn't hear her daughter's words.