A Place in His Household

When I first came to the master's house, things seemed quite normal and cheerful. I even considered myself lucky to get such a position, though it was a secluded life out on the moor. The village was a long walk away. Deliveries for the manor were regular but those people came and went with little interaction. Going to the village for the harvest festival was a big deal.

Still, as I said, I considered myself lucky. I had been the orphan of parents who had no other family themselves. The master treated us all like family and just his visage was enough to make a young girl swoon. He was a huge, handsome beast of a man with golden hair. He seemed to bring sunshine with him. When I did see him, it was enough to thrill me for hours. I remember once, when he stepped out of his room, stripped to the waist and calling for his freshly ironed shirt, I couldn't help staring. He winked at me and a flush spread through my body that stayed with me for the two hours until bedtime.

The master seemed such a kind man. It was not uncommon to find him visiting with the children in the kitchen. Just the fact that he often took in unwed mothers to work in his household marked him as the kindest of men, to my mind. It was not unusual to see him bouncing the scullery maid's wee one on his knee and see her staring at him with longing. I assumed it was because she had no husband of her own. I thought her luckier than many women, to find a post after having a child out of wedlock. Little did I know of the secrets of the household.

Yes, I was blissfully ignorant those first few weeks. Then came my birthday. The master mentioned it several days before that evening. I was in the kitchen taking tea with the other maids when the master entered, lighting up the room as he always did.

"There are my favorite girls, warming my kitchen with their presence." The master smiled indulgently at us. "And here we have Sally, the newest addition to our happy home. What would Sally like for her birthday?"

I blushed and ducked my head. I was very surprised the master even knew my birthday was coming. "You are too kind master." It was true. I even had my own room, small though it was.

The master waved my comment away. "Nonsense, we are family here. Most of us have no other. Everyone's birthday should be celebrated. You shall be eighteen."

I went about with a glow for the next few days, delighting in the knowledge that the master was even aware when my birthday was. It turned out the night of my birthday was the night of a special fete at the house. I was called into the kitchen and instructed on how to help serve the guests. I went in and out of the kitchen, taking platters of finger food for the guests into the ballroom. They left the trays of champagne glasses to the more experienced girls, thankfully.

As I returned to the kitchen halfway through the night, I was surprised to find the door held open for me by none other than the master. A warm smile greeted me and he took the tray from my hands as the cook came forward with a birthday cake and the girls joined in singing to me. I blew out the candles and the master handed me a small box, which I nervously opened. A beautiful little golden medallion with a red enamel rose on it was nestled inside. The master took it from me and fastened it around my neck. I shivered as the master's fingers brushed my neck. They seemed rather cold. The other girls laughed and cheered me on with birthday wishes. Then it was back to serving the guests.

Later that night, exhausted after the festivities and unaccustomed duties, I stood before my mirror and took off my medallion . I placed it carefully in the box and fell into bed. I was already drifting when a light knock came at my bedroom door. Who could it be? One of the other girls? I threw back my blankets to answer the door but it swung open before I even stood.

By the light of the single candle he carried, I could see it was the master. I grabbed at the blankets to cover my nightgown but he did not even seem to notice. He simply stepped into the room and closed the door.

"I'm sorry to come so late, Sally, but I had one more gift to give you."

I noticed now that he had a box under one arm. He stepped forward and held it out to me. I took it, tears already filling my eyes. Truly, he was too kind. I opened the box and drew back the tissue paper. Deep blue satin shone in the candlelight. It was breathtaking. I had never had something so beautiful of my own. I lifted it out of the box and shook it out to see better. It appeared to be a long nightgown of form fitting dark blue satin that would tie over my shoulders.

"You should try it on," the master said.

Delighted, I stood, forgetting my state of improper dress. The blanket and box fell to the floor in my haste as I stepped to the mirror to hold it before me.

"It is beautiful," I said in wonder.

The master set his candle on the dresser in front of me and urged again, "you should try it on."

Shyly, I demurred. There was no place for me to change. "I shall try it on later," I said as I stepped over to a row of hooks and reached up to hang the beautiful gown where I could see it.

I felt the master's breath in my ear, "but I wish to see you in it now." With my arms already reaching up to the hook, his hands pulled my nightgown swiftly up and over my head.

I gasped and covered my breasts with my hands, standing turned away from him but naked except for my knickers.

The master's hands held me by the waist as he kissed the side of my neck. "Beautiful Sally, when I first saw you, I knew that we would share this together."

The master took the new gown and lowered it over my head. "Put your hands up."

Shocked, I mechanically did as I was told. I felt his hands draw the edge of the gown down my body. He guided me over to stand before the mirror once more.

"How beautiful your blue eyes are with the dark blue gown, and your white skin glows so." He reached up and deftly unbraided my hair. I felt it fall around my shoulders. He reached past me to take up my brush and began stroking my hair with it. Shocked as I was, I felt the warmth stealing through my body, as it had that day when I saw him half undressed.

At last he set the brush down. "One final touch." He took up the medallion and fastened it around my neck. "Look, Sally. Look how beautiful a woman you are."

I looked into the mirror and saw the woman he was making of me. Heaven forgive me, but I liked it. I felt beautiful and the gentle stroke of his hands on my upper arms made me thrill. His lips and tongue played along the side of my neck. I could see in the mirror how flushed with desire my face had become just from these simple ministrations. I shuddered beneath his hands.

He took my hand and drew me toward the bed then sat and pulled me down next to him, placing my hand over the bulge in his pants. "You see what your beauty does to a man."

I was shocked and yet heated through. I had never touched a man this way. Curious and desperately desiring to please him, I rubbed my hand gently over the bulge and heard him moan in pleasure. I looked up into his face.

"Very good, my little darling, you please me very much by doing this." He reached down and opened his pants. As the cloth was pushed out of the way, his erection sprang forth.

I had never seen a man naked before and I was enthralled by the swollen member.

"Touch it," he urged me.

I slid my hand around it and stroked him gently, as I had heard other girls talk about.

He groaned again "There's a good girl."

He was panting at this point, his face almost wild, as he pushed me back on the bed. He stood and I watched his silhouette as he quickly stripped and came at me again. His hands roughly pushed the skirt of the gown up and tugged my knickers down my legs. Kneeling between my legs, he reached forward and untied the bows at my shoulders to draw the gown down below my breasts.

"Lovely," he breathed. Then he was over me, his mouth fastened on to one breast as his hand played with the other.

I felt his cock nudging against the entrance to my womb and thrust in. I gasped at the sharp pinch and the master chuckled and picked up speed as he thrust.

His face lifted and I was shocked at the wild animal that seemed to stare back at me from his eyes. "Lovely Sally, you will make an exquisite addition to my household."

He lunged forward and I cried out as his sharp fangs sank into my neck. I tried to push away but his huge body held me down as I felt my desire to fight flow from my body. I felt him release me. Dazed, I stared up at his bloody mouth over me.

He picked up the medallion and cut his own chest and I felt him lift my head and press my lips to the gash. "Drink."

I felt the salty warmth drizzle into my mouth and swallowed instinctively. Then I knew no more.

*****

That was many months ago. I try not to think of my waking beneath the earth, clawing dirt from my face, not knowing what had happened. They had covered me only with a few inches of earth to complete my transformation and were waiting nearby for my awakening. It seems like a dream now.

I go about my duties at the house in the evening and at night, with those of the staff like me. I smell the blood of the others and it calls to me but I refrain unless the master permits it. We must be careful not to draw attention to our household. I understand now that some of the staff are held in thrall for us to feed on. I see now that it is a fair trade for them being saved from the streets.

The sunshine comes with the master and departs with him when he leaves the room. I can bare no other sunshine now. I am a child of the night, born under the stars and out of the dirt. I owe my new life to my master and I wait patiently for my turn at his attention.