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.