Some form of Entertainment

[Fiona Doyle]

Fiona had sat in her slave quarters for much of the day, not that she minded though. They were decorated with nice art since her master dealt in the artistic world, but she was growing bored of just sitting there and reading a book she had grabbed from the library. She spent every evening there when she was not tending to her master, and sharing the space with three other people became old quickly. Exiting the bedroom area she climbed the stairs and checked through one of the windows. It was snowing rather hard, and the wind was whipping hard against the windows, the wind ripping straight through her thin clothing.

So a stroll in the gardens was out. So her next choice was the library, it was one of the few places slaves were allowed to visit without permission. When she entered the grand room she did her best to be quiet about opening the door and cringed at the squeak it emitted before she slid through. Not many people were here, but she had to squint in order to see around because the candles did not give off alot of light around the room, and with blocked windows it didn't help.

Picking a large table off to the side, Fiona set her sweater down before browsing the aisles for a book. The good thing about vampires was they weren't too concerned about heretics or being beheaded because they read books that were against the catholic religion. Picking up a large book, that was actually about the lore of vampires, for the fun of it she went back to her table and lit the candelabra there before opening up and diving in.

[Emeline Le Sueur]

Emeline sat in the library, her mind completely engrossed in ”The Master of the Game,” by Edward of Norwich. Emeline was grateful for the books in the library, though many men considered it un-ladylike that she read. Though, that was the only thing about her that was the least bit un-ladylike. Emeline sat in a chair, her posture eternally impeccable. The book was a good one hundred years old, but it was still easy to relate to.

Emeline wore a dress made of black silk, it fit tightly at the busts and the hips. It flared at the bottom, in a way that was very flattering to the petite woman’s figure. Her blonde hair was done in a braided bun at the top of her head, with small curls falling loose. Emeline had never looked worse than her best. She didn’t believe in lazyness, and never allowed herself to slack off.

The vampire’s head shot up as she heard the loud entry of the young slave girl. Ah, boredom.
Emeline could relate to many human feelings, seeing as she was a human a mere ten years ago. She unwillingly closed the book and set it lightly on her lap, her hands falling gracefully in her lap. “Hello Fiona, how are you today?” she asked, not bothering to stand. In a way, Emeline was this woman’s superior, seeing as Emeline was no longer a slave of the house and Fiona was. ” Your master is occupied?” She asked trying to make friendly conversation with the girl.

Emeline knew that many of the women in the house loathed her for her freedom. She didn’t belong to anyone, and she was in no hurry to change things. Emeline was free to move about the house as she wished, however, there were still rooms restricted to even her. Emeline tried to avoid irritating the men of the house, for fear that they would put her back in her place as a slave, most of the men however, seemed to ignore her, and take no note of her presence. Emeline didn’t mind that.