Beatrice and the Lord

The year 1893

The sun shone down brightly on the land of Nalish, drying the muddy ground and roads where carriages of the Elite rode.

Although the rain had stopped a few hours ago, the sky had begun to darken and that was clear evidence that the rain was going to pour down again.

A little girl could be seen picking small apples that had fallen down the tree that stood tall in the center of a huge Mansion.

"Beatrice darling, how many times does mummy have to tell you that picking the fallen apples is bad..do you want to be struck by lightning?" An older woman asked as she walked out of the house to see the little girl down on her knees as she picked them carefully.

"But mummy, the apples are fresh."

"Sweetie, this is food for the dead not for the living." Her mother said, and the little girl's eyes widened.

"But why do we have them here mummy, if they are for the dead..they should be kept in the cemetery." The little girl said as she discarded the fruits and stood up to meet her mother.

"Come here and let me make you a good pudding." Her mother said and carried her up.

"Mummy, will it rain again?" Beatrice asked.

"It will if little Beatrice does not take her bath quickly." Her mother said.

"Ma'am." The butler of the house gave a bow to the woman.

"What is wrong Pablo?" The woman asked, seeing the man crease his forehead out of worry.

"There was a little problem at the village and the congressmen sent a letter." The butler said, as he took the little girl in his arms and the woman collected the letter.

"What does it say Milady?" Asked the butler seeing the woman's face turns sour.

"Take Beatrice to her room, I'll be out to the council now." The elder woman said as she walked away.

Having lived in the mansion for years ever since the madam and sire had gotten married Pablo knew that something was wrong somewhere.

Although he knew his madam could take care of many things, her change of mood was never a good thing.

As a half-vampire, he could tell that something bad was going to happen.

"Pablo." The little girl called and he looked up at her shiny eyes.

"Hmm? What is wrong little miss?" He asked as he walked to her room.

"Is mummy alright? where is she going?" Beatrice asked.

"Mummy has an important place to be at the moment that's why she's in a hurry." He answered her questions, softly and carefully... clearing her curiosity.

As a little girl, Beatrice had grown to be very curious about everything and that was something he had to make sure he stopped at a tender age.

"I don't feel good, will mummy be alright?" She asked again, as he settled her on her bed.

Her eyes stared at him and he shook his head before pinching her nose.

"Silly girl, this grandpa would make sure you never be alone and mummy would come back home." He said and she smiled.

"Grandpa? It suits you though, Pablo." She giggled and he shook his head.

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Hours passed and the sky had began to darken as night was on its way at a fast pace.

Beatrice stood by the patio, her hand on the pavement as she watched the huge gate.

Her red eyes blinked as the gate opened.

She sighed, as she saw the butler walk through the gate.

She walked out of her room, running down the stairs as she caught up with the butler.

"Pablo, where is mummy. it's past nine." She asked.

The older man sighed, not knowing how to pass the news.

She had already lost her father and now her mother had gone too.

Surely the little girl would not take it well.

"What happened to my mummy?" She asked, her red eyes shining due to the tears that had rested on them.

He should have known that she would have noticed the rush of his heartbeat and the sound it gave.

"Shhh.. don't cry little Beatrice. Uncle Pablo is here to protect you." He mumbled as a tear left her eyes.

"Mummy is gone." He added, and a scream filled the air.

A scream of a Twelve-year-old, as she wailed her eyes out for her lost mother.

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The next day had turned cold, colder than the cold room where slaves who disobeyed their Masters and mistresses were sent to learn their lesson.

"Little Beatrice." A woman called the little girl was quiet as she stared at her mother's corpse which was ready to be buried.

"Beatrice." The woman called again, a little louder but soft.

"Aunt Amelia." Beatrice turned to the older woman and tears prickled out of her eyes.

"Oh my little poor bunny, look how thin you have become in a few days." The woman muttered, wrapping her in her arms.

"Aunt Amelia, mummy..mummy left us." Little Beatrice cried as she hugged her only aunt.

The older woman sighed, as she cleaned the tears coming out of her sad red eyes.

"Aunt Amelia is here to take you home with her. Won't you come with Auntie now?"

Beatrice shook her head.

"I want to stay here with Grandpa Pablo."

The woman could only sigh.

The child was indeed a stubborn one, very stubborn to the core.

"How is the mansion faring now?" She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa.

He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all.

"We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile.

The lands were divided into four different parts.

The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria.

Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine.

Little Beatrice looked up at her butler.

Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.

Rumors had flown around and those rumors were known to be true for how heartless and cruel the man had ruled for years.

"Grandpa Pablo, are we going there?" Little Beatrice asked as she watched the man drop their bags into the carriage.

"Hmm."

"But, they'll hit us and stake us." She said, blinking her red eyes.

"They stake witches, not vampires Beatrice." He answered and she shook her head.

"But Grandpa Pablo, the Eastern border is full of weird creatures..the wolves."

"Hmm."

"That is the only place that can guarantee your safety little Beatrice." The man said as he placed her on the seat of the carriage.

And off..the drove to a new Land.

TBC

"Don't run far from the wooden part Beatrice."

"Don't worry Grandpa Pablo, I'm no longer a little kid."

The older man sighed, as he watched her run down the lane.

He was thankful to the moon goddess that she has finally gotten adjusted to the Eastern border.

Although they stayed far away from humans and other creatures, it was impossible to keep her from roaming around.

He smiled.

She had grown to be a pretty woman, and he was proud.

"She's going to hurt something Uncle." He heard the other child say.

"You're supposed to go after your sister Mel, not say things that are not true."

"She goes around hitting things and throwing things." Mel frowned and huffed.

"Ahhh.." They both heard a scream.

"Told you so."

Mel ran off as quickly as she could, and when she got to the scene where the yell had come from, she glared at her cousin and huffed.

"Thought you were dead."

"Isn't she beautiful?" Beatrice asked as she caressed the skin of the little rabbit she had caught.

"I'm already dressed Beatrice, and remember today is the day we go to the Town." Mel hissed.

Beatrice's eyes widened and she stood up quickly, letting the rabbit go.

"If I get you again, I will keep you as my pet." She waved at the rabbit that had long entered its hole.

"Let's go!"

Hours passed and the two sisters were already in the Town.

The was a party going on, and all maiden were asked to attend.

"Is it a tea party Milord?" Beatrice turned to her sister.

They had arrived at the venue and it was indeed a huge Mansion just like the girl in the village had told them.

"Are you trying to act like a maiden of the Elites, Milady?" Mel asked, dramatically, putting up with her sister.

Beatrice chuckled, waving her fan.

"I am an Elites sister."

"A fallen Elite." Mel corrected and they burst into laughter.

"Seeing two ladies outside the party, I'd love to think that they are waiting for someone."

They both turned to the voice.

The man had a royal robe on, and a beautiful pair of eyes.

Large and broad muscles, with a smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry Sir, we were just admiring the view outside." Mel was the first to speak as she gave the man a bow.

"Trust me when I say the view inside is much better." He said and gave them another smile before walking away.

Just when he was about to go into the mansion, he turned and sniffed..and his eyes met that of Beatrice.

"Weird." He gave another smile before disappearing to the other part of the mansion.

"He's a Wolf."

"Yes, he is." Beatrice nodded, as they both headed for the door.

Being the only vampire In the land of Viscoria was hard.

At least they could stay away from trouble and that was the best thing for them.

"He didn't seem like someone that would harm another." Mel shrugged.

"I guess I am the only lady in Viscoria that has not seen the Lord yet," Beatrice said, and Mel giggled.

"Pardon me Milady, no one asked you to hide in your room each time he visited the villages." Mel stuck out her tongue.

"Be careful there, dear servant. I eat people for breakfast."

Beatrice sighed, as she looked around.

She was getting tired already. She hated parties, talk more of a tea party!

All they knew was to drink and discuss who to hunt.

Just as she looked up, her eyes met with that of someone and she froze.

He stood on the stairs of the third floor.

He was so far away but her eyes met him, and damn his Amber-Golden eyes made her freeze.

When she blinked her eyes, he wasn't there again.

Beatrice could have sworn that she had seen someone there.

She had clear eyesight, that was one of her abilities.

"Beatrice!" Mel half yelled, and she snapped out.

"Huh, quit yelling.. we're surrounded by wolves." Beatrice glared at her sister.

"Yeah, I would have never done that in the first place if my sister didn't space out while staring at the ceiling. Pardon me, Your Majesty." Mel said sarcastically.

"He's here already, that's why I called."

"Where is he?" Beatrice asked, staring around.

"With the lady in white," Mel answered.

Beatrice looked towards the part Mel had pointed to.

It was the man!

"He's the one?' She asked again and he nodded.

Never has she met someone as handsome and pretty as him.

Was he God, even Lucifer would not be that close to his handsomeness.

When their eyes met again for the second time that morning..she looked away and turned to her sister.

"I told you." Mel smiled and waved her hands.

"Is it just me or did they both of you decided not to enjoy today's tea party? Any reason why Milady's?"

"Not at all Milord, my sister here is getting acquainted with the Party, she has never gone to one before."

"Pardon me for my little knowings Milord, unlike My Lord, this little Maiden girl has a lot on her plate rather than attend parties," Beatrice said, glaring at her sister.

"Tea parties are always better for maidens to attend. You've met the Lord already." His voice seemed amused and he traced her eyes to the man with Miss Helbert.

"Do you want a proper introduction, Miss Beatrice?"

"Aye Milord, who I'm I to go to the Lord." She said and smiled at him.

"Trust me, you are everything." He whispered the last part.

"Ahh Milord, I think it's time I and my sister here take a leave.." Beatrice said again.

"Zane."

"Milord?'

"My name is Zane, for a reminder." He smiled at them and before they could know it, he was already pushing them to the stairs.

"Milord." He bowed and so did they.

"Zane, how of wonder you're here. Is my mother treating you right?" The man in front of them asked.

"Hmm, I want to introduce you to two new faces I saw today. Beatrice and Mel." Zane said, his face boring no expression as it was a few minutes ago.

The man in front of them said nothing as well, as his eyes kept staring at the woman that looked like she was about to dash out the door.

"Little Beatle."

TBC

Chapter 3

Beatrice sat at the table, and her eyes looked around.

Years ago she was part of this group, the Elites.

She was still part of them, but her property was being held by the government of the land of Naslish.

Sha watched Mel dance with different men.

Her sister, after all, was quite a beauty and men loved her.

"The Party has just begun, and it seems you're tired." The voice startled her and when she turned..the person with the voice startled her the more.

"Milord." She gave a slight bow and stood up.

Her silvery gown brushed past his leg and he took a step backward.

"How are you finding the party Little Beatle?" He asked, his eyes rounding the number of people in the house.

"Pardon me Milord, but my name is Beatrice not Beatle." She corrected with a smile.

She was not little, she was a full-grown woman.

At the age of Nineteen, she was already full and ready to get married.

If he was not the Lord Of Viscoria, she would have banged his head on the table.

"How bad of me to call a woman little." His eyes bored hers.

She didn't like the way he assessed her, as if she was one of those ladies the men would look thoroughly before purchasing at the black market where slaves and maids were kept for purchase.

"Pardon me Milord, but I have to take my leave now." She gave him a bow and hurried away.

Grabbing the woman who had found joy in dancing, Beatrice headed for the door.

"The party closes by Five in the evening sister, it is just a minute past One," Mel said as they both headed for the carriage.

"Pardon me, Sister, as I don't enjoy parties just like you do."

"I can't even believe that you were an Elite Beatrice."

"I am still an Elite." She corrected.

"A fallen Elites." They both burst into laughter, getting into the carriage.

She was not sure, but then she wanted to check.

She could feel a pair of eyes staring at their carriage and maybe it would not be a good thing if she were to take a look.

But as Beatrice looked out the carriage at the other side where she sat, her eyes met his for the third time.

She shook her head and looked away.

"Weird." She whispered.

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"Are you lost, Milord?"

"Not now Zane." His words were not meant to be argued.

"I never said a thing, just wondering what brought you to the top of the castle.. staring down a carriage. How interesting!" Zane said again, watching the carriage leave too.

"She's a Vampire."

"She's your mate."

"Shut the Fuck up, I know very fucking well." He glared at the man and he smiled.

"She's so...

"Powerful?"

"Get the cancel ready, we're going hunting tonight."

"I can smell the full moon already," Zane said, rubbing his forehead.

"She lives in the small village near the spring." He said again and Wolfarine nodded.

"Are you going after her?"

"Why should I?" He huffed, jumping down the four-storey castle.

Lord Wolfarine had never expected his mate to be that of Vampire.

A witch would be preferable even though it was never a good part of their way.

But taking a vampire as a mate was forbidden.

"Lord Wolfarine, the council has been waiting for you."

"Let them wait for another hour, he has a place to be at the moment." A woman said, giving the Lord a bow.

"Lady Yuan." The messenger bowed and left the hall.

"What a pleasure to see the very woman, that has been planning my death for a decade now, how surprising."

"Don't be too excited now My Lord, your death would do me no good." The lady said, turning to the man beside her.

"Didn't you say you had something interesting to tell me, Zane?" She asked, and he smirked.

"Nothing, just a Little Beatle dancing with silvery wings on a dark broad bean." Zane said.

"How interesting, pardon me Milord, but you have to lead the way to the Beatle."

"Siblings squabbling, how familiar," Wolfarine said, walking away from the duo.

"You sure she was his mate? You smelled her well?" He could hear them whispering.

"I am sure Little sister, now hurry now..your brother is about to escape."

Lord Wolfarine sighed.

He had never expected to see his mate today, talk about finding a vampire as a mate.

And not just any Vampire.A Cold-blooded one.

After his parent's died, he had promised himself to rule his land in peace.

A girlfriend would be a pain in the ass.

A wife would be trouble.

And a Luna would be a disaster!

When his eyes met hers, he could smell everything there is to smell.

Her innocence, her nervousness and the way her heart skipped when ever her's met his.

She didn't even know why.

She was so little, but act mature.

He didn't have time to think about that.

He had a lot of things on his plate and taking a vampire for a mate was not even among his thoughts.

He walked into the guestroom and found Rachel on the bed.

"You'll have to take a break Rachel." He walked to the table and took a seat.

"You came here to have me, Milord, there's no need to be shy."

He didn't say a word, writing on the sheet of paper.

"Are you okay Milord?" She had stood up, naked without any clothing, running her hands up and down his clothed back.

"Go home now." That was all it took to get her clothed, and leave the room.

He sighed.

He had walked from his room to the guest room, to fuck the slut.

For years he had fucked women as they flock to him, but seeing her all spread out for him suddenly became disgusting.

The wolf in him scratched for more.

They wanted something else, not her.

Someone!

TBC .