The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 115. Horseshit

Chapter 115: 115. Horseshit

Mauve rubbed her hands together, it was completely covered in dirt and some had gotten onto her dress. She swung her hands trying to get some more off but failing woefully.

She made a mental note not to do this while wearing a bright-colored dress. She couldn’t comprehend how she didn’t think to change but she had been too excited and had gotten to work immediately.

She groaned, how was she going to get anywhere without rubbing dirt on everything she touched?

She picked up the watering kettle and poured some water onto her hand. It was hard to wash the dirt off one hand at a time but the result was so much better than walking around with dirt all over her hands.

She held her hand to the light to look at her injury after washing. Maybe messing around with dirt with an injured hand was not a good idea but she was certain the wound was mostly closed enough.

It no longer hurt and the reason she tied it up was that Mill would not let her do otherwise. She pouted as she stared at her hand, Mill would not be pleased with the mess. She should have controlled herself a little.

She picked up the watering kettle and the lamp. The moonlight was bright but it wasn’t nearly enough for her poor eyes. She was grateful someone had thought to leave her this.

She held the watering kettle in one hand and the lamp in another. She got to the closed door and swore when she had to drop one of them. She chose the watering kettle.

She turned the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. She tried again, it made no difference. Annoyed, she dropped the lamp and tried with both hands, it gave way easily.

Mauve picked up the items and pushed the door closed with her butt, she didn’t even try to bolt. She had found out the hard way that the bolts were made for people with puny hands like herself.

Whether she wanted to bolt or unbolt she would have to ask for help. At least the door was easier to open. It would have been annoying not to be able to leave unless someone opened the door.

She quickly made her way down the stairs. She needed to return the watering kettle, and the light and tell a guard to close up the door.

She walked briskly and got to the kitchen entrance, one of the huge doors was open and the first thing Mauve felt as got closer was the heat. It was almost time for dinner so it was no surprise that it was hot.

She slowed her footsteps as she approached the kitchen, unsure of whether she could step inside. It was such a busy time, she didn’t want to be in anyone’s way.

Mill sensed her immediately and before she could make it through the doors, the vampire appeared in front of the door. "Mauve, are you done with the garden?" She asked and wiped her hands on her dress.

"Yes," Mauve mumbled with a smile.

Mill raised her head from wiping her hand and her expression contorted. "By the gods!" She suddenly exclaimed. "What is that smell?"

The words were barely out of her mouth when she moved Mauve to the side so they no longer stood at the kitchen entrance. She then took a step back so there was enough space between them.

"It might be manure or other things," Mauve reddened and handed the items she held to Mill who accepted them and that was when she noticed Mauve’s appearance.

"Mauve, why do you look and smell like you rolled in horseshit?" Mill looked horrified and Mauve could see she was fighting to keep a straight expression.

Mauve chuckled, "I may have gotten a little carried away."

"Carried away?" Mill’s horror increased. "What about your injury?"

"It’s fine. I was careful." She lied through her teeth.

"Go upstairs now, no detours, and I will be right up there with hot water, soap, and a strong sponge..."

Mill paused and her eyes increased some more, Mauve couldn’t comprehend how she accomplished such a feat. They shouldn’t be able to grow any bigger.

"Don’t tell me it got into your hair," Mill said.

Mauve rapidly shook her hair even as her face added more color. She could vividly remember her tucking her hair behind her ears and brushing it out of her face.

"Why didn’t you wear gloves?" Mill scolded.

Mauve looked away, "I wasn’t expecting to do so much. I was just going to check the new flowers and then I got carried away." She exclaimed, she sounded on the verge of years.

Mill sighed, "Go upstairs and stack these clothes in a corner. I am going to light them on fire."

Mauve nodded and fled, she didn’t think she looked or smelt that bad but since Vampires had a better sense of smell and she could slightly smell the manure, it might have smelt ten times worse to Mill.

Now, she was embarrassed. She groaned and sped up the stairs. She opened the door and carefully stepped around, careful not to touch anything. The last thing she wanted was for Jael to make snide comments about it.

She stood in the corner like a child being scolded and remained there until she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she said and Mill walked in with a determined look on her face.

Mack followed behind her and Mauve thought that was a ridiculous amount of water. Mill placed it where Mauve stood and Mack left the room.

"Take them off," Mill said while staying at arm’s length.

"Mill," Mauve called. "It’s not that bad."

"I didn’t say it was, I just really, really hate the smell of horse manure."

"I can’t undo the ropes behind me by myself," Mauve called out in horror.

"Oh no," Mill sighed, looking to be at her wit’s end.