Everything was a daze. The light moved. The scent faded. And the water poured.
Amelia sat in the porcelain bathtub full of roses. Her skin glistened, reflecting the light. Two pale maids assisted her in the bath, pouring even more petals into the water.
A third one stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders.
Her neck came into the vision of the third maid. The blood inside her veins glowed like Christmas light, seducing the vampire.
"You really are special, Miss Orchard." The maid couldn't contain her appetite. Her fangs popped out on instinct. But she didn't bite.
She knew better than to bite.
But she must taste this one of a kind woman. The maid leaned her head closer and sniffed Amelia.
The tingle rushed across Amelia and she moaned gently.
The maid licked her skin like a hungry wolf.
"So tasty. All Father knows his prey."
"Who is All Father?" Amelia asked.
