Bambi and the Duke
Disowned for being a human, Vivian was taken in as a maid at the age of seven by the Carmichael household. Serving one of the most respected and elite pureblood families in Bonelake, there were rules. Rules that must be followed by all servants and maids. Like everyone else, Vivian was repeatedly reminded not to disobey the rules. But before she could learn to blend into the background like the other servants, the Duke's young son calls to her, “Bambi.” And all hell breaks loose. ----- "What? Never seen a bruise before?" Leonard scoffed at the girl. "Does it hurt?" Vivian asked, gently kneeling beside him and examining the several bruises covering his face. "Not that much." Remembering what her mother used to do when she got a bruise, Vivian brought her sleeve to her mouth and blew warm air on it before placing it on the boy's cheek, taking him by surprise. Leonard swatted her hand away, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks embarrassed, "W-what are you doing?" "Mama told me this will make the pain go away," the girl held her hand close to her chest as she shared her past memory. "I’m not a child!” Leonard huffed at her. “I don’t think you’re a child,” she stared at him with a crystal-clear gaze. Taken aback, Leonard locked eyes with her for two seconds before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll heal in a day or two anyways," he reassured her before getting up and taking a seat at the table where his books were placed. "Odd girl," he muttered to himself as he pulled the top book from the stack and lost himself in it.
Family- Part 1
Leonard showed no further expression to his uncle by keeping his face passive as he usually did but the calm quiet demeanour that surrounded him gave away the seriousness of his mood.
"Are you joking, Leonard?" Sullivan laughed thinking if his nephew was trying to catch him off guard but Leonard sat there in his place with a serious look on his face which lacked any possible humor on it, "You're serious."
"As serious it can be," Leonard confirmed.
Leonard hadn't planned to let the cat out of the bag but it seemed to be important to let uncle Sullivan know about him and Vivian. He didn't like the way his uncle had not so subtly suggested of bedding Vivian and drinking her blood. He had lost his cool over it, at the thought of it. Leonard was possessive of his belongings and Vivian belonged to him. The very thought of her being touched by someone who wasn't him or looking wrongly at her made his blood boil in his skin.