I was surrounded by trees and damp shriveling leaves. I was running in my prom gown. I glanced behind me and saw three timber wolves. I hissed in pain as i tripped over the white silk of my frock. I slit my palm on a stone. I glanced behind me again. They were about five meters away ready to pounce. As one leaped, it's jaws snapped.

I yelped in pain as a boot made contact with my side. I looked up to find Master Collin looking down at me with a scowl on his face. I blinked as I remembered my dream. What was that about? I quickly got up and looked at my 'Master' again. "Go!" He said and pointed to the kitchen. I ran through the door only to be accompanied by another look of disapproval. "You over slept!" She said in the same tone as my Master. "I had a dream." I replied. "I didn't say for you to talk!" She said. The back of her hand met my cheek. I ran up to the stove and began my routine. Cook. Assist. Eat. Sleep. That kept replaying in my mind. Don't talk unless we tell you to. That was rule number one. If I disobeyed them, I'd get clouted. Why couldn't I've just stayed in Utah? England was horrible. Horrible if you were a slave to two crazy parasites.

Soon I made Master Collin and Mrs. Higginbothom some sausage and eggs. "What is this? Speak!" Master Collin asked outraged. "Well, um, I thought I could, uh, make something from where I'm from?" It was more of a question than an answer. I slid my hand through my long tangled black locks. "No," Mrs. Higginbothom said. "I wanted a croissant au beurre and a brioche!" What on Earth was that? I only took German for two years, I only know one sentence in french; Je T'aime. "What's that?" I asked in a small voice. The back of master's hand was inches from my face when Mrs. Higginbothom said, "Here let me show you.". Wow, she was acting different. Collin's hand jolted away from my face. He gave her a questioning look. She shrugged it off. She lead me to her Ultra French cooking book. Too many words. Not one phone with a translator. I found out that a croissant au beurre was a slice of bread, all fancied up. A brioche was a cupcake shaped piece of bread. She said that she wanted honey drizzled over it and powdered sugar sprinkled over the honey. Jeez.

After breakfast, I had to wash the dishes. Probably the highlight of my day. Next I had to move Master Collin's desk to the library. Then I had to move his one million dollar portrait of himself to his study. Nerve wrecking, much? Then I ate a stale piece of bread and drank a cup of water. Talk about bland. Soon an emergency came to hand. Visitors. I prepared four RBI steaks. I made loads of appetizers, and almost lost a finger. If I did slice of my finger, I'm sure they would eat it. They are vampires after all. That's how it works, right? Just don't let them hear you're heartbeat. It's very seductive to them. I was dressed in my maid outfit. It ended about mid thigh. It was very showy. I was carrying two trays of food. I walked down the dimly lit hallway. Soon enough, I came across the often used french doors. They were made of dark polished wood. I used my hip to open the door. Inside awaits four bloodsucking leaches. Both visitor's heads snaped toward me. I blush a deep scarlet. As I came to the huge oval table, I set they trays down in the center. I felt someone close to meI looked to the side and say the male visitor sniffing my neck. Crap. "Elle sent bon, non?" He asked. Sent. Was he saying hat I smelt good? "Elle est encore meilleur que la façon dont elle sent." Collin smirked. Before I knew it, I was being pushed up against the wall. He lached onto my neck with his razor sharp fangs. Everything was becoming blurry. He was going to drainn me dry! I mentily yelled "Bon, ça suffit, Chris." My master chuckled. Chris, I think, soon detached himself from me. Before my brain could function what was going on, I hit they floor with a loud, 'Thud'. Then everything went black.