My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 16

It took me more than an hour to wash off the blood from my body, then to wipe the stains I left on the floor. Afterwards, I wore a night gown that was prepared for me in my chamber, and I lay down in bed. It was a restless and mostly sleepless night. This wasn't the first time I was haunted by nightmares, but this time they were far too vivid. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carla's face covered in blood and her expression distorted by an agonizing grimace. In my nightmares, she kept calling my name, begging me to save her while I was locked inside my cage, using all my strength to break the bars. After waking up screaming for the third time, I kept my eyes open until dawn.

I got up from bed at 6 AM and spent half an hour washing my face in cold water to reduce the swelling in my exhausted face. Afterwards, I sat on the bed and anxiously waited for someone to come for me. I didn't even grab the door handle by myself. I figured that walking out of this room wouldn't be a good thing. I could easily picture myself getting lost after passing through a single corridor anyway…

I tried to ponder over it, but I couldn't tell if I was endangered or not. I found my situation surreal, to the point I silenced my rational thinking. I didn't know what to expect.

"Why was I brought here? Is the owner of this house truly the silver-haired man that I have met before? Is my blood really that unique? Will I be sucked out of my blood now?!" I kept wondering, feverishly.

At the same time, I started recalling the time when I met the silver-haired man before. He had a chance to drink my blood while I was unconscious, but he didn't. Perhaps my blood could have been a cure for his condition when he had had an accident. He had the strength to push me away, and he could have used this strength to bite his teeth into my flesh, but again, he chose not to harm me. That gave me hope that he wasn't a bad person. He certainly was arrogant, but not necessarily evil.

An hour after I woke up, someone finally knocked on my door.

"Y-yes?" I called hesitantly.

"My name is Martha. I will be your personal maid. May I come in?" I heard the female voice coming from behind the door.

"Um… Come in, please," I said, surprised that someone was going to serve a prisoner.

I sat on the bed straight like a properly mannered lady should and waited for her to enter. The door opened, and she walked into my room. She was wearing a black and white, modern-type uniform. She wore a simple, yet elegant black A-line dress with thick straps and a buttoned-up, long-sleeved white shirt with a mandarin collar underneath. It certainly wasn't what I expected a maid in a vampire palace to look like. I softly chuckled, mocking my imagination.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked nervously.

I replied, "No, not at all," and smiled at her.

"I've brought something for Miss to wear," she stated and placed a pile of neatly folded clothes she carried in her hands on my bed.

"Thank you…" I responded, curling my feet under the bed.

Obviously, she noticed it right away.

"I will bring shoes for the outfit as well," she stated as if she wanted to assure me that I wouldn't walk around barefoot.

I smiled awkwardly. She treated me like I was some kind of special guest, but I didn't know if I could ask her anything. I stared at her with my mind conflicted about whether to stay quiet or pop out a question…

Martha must have seen the weird expression on my face. She giggled.

"I will tell Miss everything I can, but after you meet our Master," she replied as if she could read my thoughts.

"And… when will I meet him?" I asked hesitantly.

"Master has invited you to eat breakfast with him. Please, wear your clothes and I will take you to him," she explained, grinning.

I chuckled nervously, then I took a light-pink dress lying on the top of the pile of clothes she brought, and I glanced at her.

"I will go get the shoes for you, Miss." Martha bowed then left the room, letting me dress unbothered.