Master Alexander

She looked around the room that she had been kept in the last 7 years, although she hated it, the grimy walls, the dark room and the smell of corpses and herbs was a familiar one. She slowly walked towards the oil can in the right hand corner and picked it up. She poured the oil all around the room, on the papers, desks, chairs and potions. Just about everything, Olivia had poured oil on. She then dragged the dead body off the stone bed and lay it next to the other body. She also decided to pour oil on the two corpses lest they had a way to rise up from the dead. Who knows what they could do if given the chance?

Once finished, she found the packet of matches that the siblings often used to light the candle. Before she could continue with her actions, the front door abruptly opened, the sunlight unceasingly pouring in to the dark room. It took a few seconds for Olivia to adjust to the light her eyes had not been able to see since her last escape.

Standing in front of her, was a tall man wearing what looked to be clothes worn typically by nobility. His hair had a shiny and luscious look under the sunlight. At first she had expected his hair to be like his eyes, black, yet she was taken aback when she was met with a deep red, the slits for pupils, being the only black that could be seen. At this moment only one thought went through her mind, vampire. Although Olivia had never come across a vampire, everyone knew that red eyes were the trademarks of vampires. Unfortunately for Olivia, it seemed they came ahead of schedule.

The unnamed man, looked around the foul smelling room, his eyes roaming around, looking at the blood and the two corpses on the ground. He then looked towards the dishevelled and bloody Olivia, taking in her appearance. It seemed that something had clicked in his mind.

"Shouldn't we stop her?" Another voice was heard beside the tall, stoic looking man. Olivia had only just realised that there were two people present. Truthfully, it was not her fault. The tall man had a presence that couldn't be ignored, shrouding all the others. She took this time to look at the second man. He was around the same height as his companion, his hair blonde and golden. She also observed his eyes. Brown. He was human.

Once the tall man heard the others' question, he looked towards the matchstick and matchbox in Olivia's hand.

Of course, Olivia was unwilling to leave all this here, she didn't trust others to keep this research to themselves neither did she want this back into the hands of other witches. She needed to get rid of all the evidence so the disgusting practices and experiments died with her.

Instead of yielding, Olivia struck the match against the side of the box and threw it on to the floor. Before the other two could do anything, the fire had already latched on to the trails of oil, lighting up the entire room. Olivia felt a tug at her arm as she was quickly dragged out of the burning cell.

Once outside the three of them looked towards the burning room, smoke and the smell of burning corpses, filling the air.

"Oh dear, what are we going to say to the Greville family?" The blonde man asked, looking towards the burning cell.

The tall man ignored his companion and looked towards Olivia who stood next to him, "Where is Hervey Greville?"

"He's dead. Has been for 2 weeks now," Olivia replied, her eyes not leaving the room. She guessed the pair were asking about the child the siblings brought two weeks ago. She recalled Glenn talking about how the child came from a nobleman's house. Otherwise, why else would they be here to investigate?

The man frowned at Olivia's answer, "Are you a witch?" He asked.

At this question, Olivia finally looked up at the man. She pursed her lips and replied, "Will you believe what I say?"

"It depends."

"I'm not a witch. They," Olivia pointed towards the already falling apart room, "were witches."

"Is that so…?" The blonde man questioned Olivia.

Although she knew that nobody would be likely to believe her, she did not care. At this point she was tired and wanted it to all end. She simply nodded her head at his question and turned back in time to see the front door collapse.

"Why were you here? What were you doing and who are those people?" The tall man questioned again.

Olivia sighed and continued to look forward. As the minutes ticked by, the tall man thought she wouldn't answer his question but then she opened her mouth.

"At the beginning, I was an orphan on the streets. Life was tough but what could a mere child do to change that? I continued my day to day job of getting enough scraps of food to live through the night. One day, unguarded, I was hit around the head and dragged to an unknown place. I was only 11 years old at the time but I already knew that I was in danger. However, it was too late. By the time I woke up, I was chained to the stone bed in there," Olivia once again raised her index finger to point to the now smouldering cell.

"7 years. They had been torturing me for 7 years, day in day out without fail. I tried to escape but I found out humans are more selfish than I thought so I stopped trying to seek outside help. Then today, everything just clicked and I found an opportunity. I used that opportunity and now here we are. I guess I should thank you for the chance really," Olivia ended with an ironic note.

While the blonde haired man had on a slightly shocked expression with disbelief written over his face, the vampire seemed to be unfazed.

Olivia sighed once again. Although she skipped some parts, such as how she was no longer entirely human, the story was more or less the whole truth.

"So? What do you plan to do?" Olivia asked the vampire, feeling that he had the most authority out of the two.

The vampire didn't answer her but instead turned to his companion.

"I'll be taking her. You came with your own coachman, so you can leave on your own."

"What will you tell the Greville family?" The blonde haired man asked, startled by the vampires words.

"I'll figure it out," He then looked towards Olivia, "You, come with me."

Without adding anything else he walked off, not waiting to see whether she was following behind or not.

Once they reached his carriage, the driver promptly opened the door and pulled out the step. His head was faced down, not once did he look up to see who his master had brought along with him. The vampire stepped in and sat down in the carriage. Olivia did not think much and also stepped into the carriage, barefoot, and sat down opposite him.

Once inside, she saw that the surroundings were coloured velvet red, the seats were plushie and soft and a table was stood in between the two. When the driver set off, the carriage did not make any bumps and was very comfortable against the road. Both passengers did not speak during the journey.

Olivia took this time to look out the window, watching the scenery quickly pass by her eyes. It had been a long time since she had experienced the outside world. She looked on as the wilted trees passed by. People walked on the side of the roads going about their everyday lives. Lives that to them, looked mundane but to others were a holy privilege.

An hour and a half later, the carriage drove into what seemed like the largest estate Olivia had ever set her eyes on. Although she didn't know much about houses, she was sure that looking at his house, he seemed to be from upper nobility. Once out of the carriage, the front door promptly opened and there stood a man, his right hand behind his back and his left hand on his chest as he bowed towards the vampire.

"Good afternoon, Master Alexander," The vampire did not reply and walked past, what seemed to be the butler, as if nothing was said.

At this whole scene, Olivia was dumbfounded but did not comment as she followed the vampire up the stairs. It seemed that just like the driver and butler, the maids too, did not dare look up and peek at their master, their eyes trained on whatever job they were busy doing. Olivia's feet padded across the floor as she took this all in, keeping up behind the vampire.

When they got to what seemed to be his room, the vampire took a seat on one of the chairs near the unlit fireplace, gazing at Olivia who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Olivia didn't want to catch his gaze so her eyes roamed around freely.

The bed too, was the biggest Olivia had ever seen. The covers seemed to be golden coloured while the pillows were a fluffy white. There was a separate door in the room, to what she believed to be the vampire's own bathroom. Before Olivia could appreciate how wide the windows were, her thoughts were interrupted.

"You said the witches experimented on you?"

"Yes…" Olivia replied, not sure what he was trying to ask.

"Then why do I see a perfectly healthy human being?"

Olivia startled, wondering when he had noticed the small flaw in her story. She thought for a moment before answering, "I am perfectly healthy because part of their experiment worked."

"Explain."

Olivia didn't know whether it would be the right choice to divulge in this secret of hers. She looked closely at the vampire who, at the same time, was staring back at her and decided she might as well tell him and take the burden off her shoulders.

She quickly eyed the room and looked on top of the fireplace to see rows of, what she hoped to be, wine. She walked over to the bottles and picked up the one that looked to be close to being finished. She opened the cork and drank the remaining fluid all under the scrutinizing gaze of the vampire.

At the moment her heartbeat picked up slightly but nonetheless she finished off the drink in one swig and smashed the wine bottle at the edge of the fireplace. Although she hated pain, she still picked up a piece of glass and cut across her arm.

The vampire's face started to frown as he watched blood gush on to the floor from her wound. The next few seconds slightly shocked him into forgetting it though. He soon saw the same wound close itself up without any outside interference.

He looked up at Olivia who was also staring back at him.

"What exactly are you? No… you're still human. You smell human but what are you?" The vampire questioned.

"I can't die," Olivia replied.

He stood up from his seat and approached Olivia, stopping a step away from her.

"What if I were to drink all your blood?"

"I won't die," Olivia replied with certainty. Miran had already tried all methods to see whether she was truly undying, this was one of them.

"A replenishing blood bag. Interesting," The vampire commented, amusement, the first emotion she had seen, on his face.

Olivia frowned at being labelled as if she were some type of livestock. Before she could retort, the vampire 's hand went through her chest, ripping out her heart and holding it in his palm.

Olivia screamed out in pain and crumpled to the floor, her face pale and blood gushing down her body, yet, she remained conscious. A few minutes later, the heart that had once been in the vampire's hand had disappeared back into Olivia's body, her wound already closed up.

Olivia's sweaty face looked up to see the vampire staring at his hand, curiosity written over his face.

After taking a few breaths to calm herself down, Olivia asked, "Why did you do that?"

"I had to check to see if you were truly undying," He replied indifferently.

"What if I were to actually die?"

"You didn't, otherwise you'd be a corpse right now. Anyway, don't you want to die?"

Olivia's heart skipped a beat. When did he pick up on it? Although she hadn't mentioned it out loud, she did indeed want to end this agony ridden life of hers once and for all. A long time ago, she used to cherish this small life of hers but over the years she had begun to not see the point in living anymore. She was no longer human and she didn't have any family to console her through troubled times, neither could she have anyone by her side as she would inevitably outlive them, so what was the point?

"Yes, I do," She confirmed.

The vampire took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his hand, "Then I'll be the one to bring your death. In the meantime, I'll use you as I see fit."