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.
No one knows- Part 1
Vivian didn't look at either of them. She was scared for her life. The little glimpses she had come to see made her worry about what was going to happen to her. One man had killed and another was being suspicious which she hadn't realized before.
They had come too deep into the forest to point out what was going on but what use would it be but dig ones grave if she opened her mouth about what she knew. Where was Everest, Vivian thought to herself. This was the first time she had hoped for the ghoul's assistance but the ghoul wasn't hers. Nicholas had told he would gift her the ghoul but he must have been joking as a ghoul wasn't something one would give or receive as a gift.
She tried to rethink what was going on again as her head began to spin with the overload of information she had discovered by coming here. There were two major things to worry about. One was the ghost and the other was the pureblooded vampire who had killed the other examinees.