Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

9. The Living Doll

Part 9's

Breathing a sigh of relief, that was the first thing the maid did after making sure all the fancy trinkets strung together were perfectly attached to the body of her master's special doll. All her jewelry glistened brightly, her dress bloomed like the feathers of a bird dancing in the sky during the day. What a beautiful heart-shaking.

It's not wrong if Adela is a little proud of the fruits of her work. Do not say this is easy, because beauty stringing is a beautiful art. Fun but it takes caution, thoroughness and instinct in adjusting each other to create continuity. The result is all the sparkle of the world as if stacked in this doll.

Luck had sided with his master who had managed to obtain a treasure that might later become invaluable if it were to be traded. However, the waiter did not expect that to happen, as he would lose his job if the doll changed hands.

Apart from the unrest, he paid attention to every detail as carefully as possible, combing the lameness that might damage the aesthetics of this thing. Really he did not find a flaw even if only a speck. "I think it's all because you're so pretty. Whatever is attached to your body will never diminish the beauty of God's grace to you. Even I'll bet that even mud won't do it. Your creator's hand has been filled with blessings."

Next he combed his long hair to touch the floor if in a sitting position. Curler

the hair had smoldering red, it was already hot enough in the wooden charcoal-filled pan that had since been prepared. Agilely the servant's fingers seemed to dance there, weaving beautifully a series of strands by strands like arranging silk knits.

For Adela, beautifying the hair is easy because her girl friends often ask that the appearance of their hair is not less beautiful than the noble girls. They experimented, tried all kinds of ways and ornaments as teenagers used to, most wildflowers would be victims of experiments. Really, he did not think that all those experiences would be useful today.

Not long after the miracle happened from his fingers, the black hair also formed a large spiral curl under his neck with all the beautiful intertwined hair ties. Afterwards just tidy up the row of bangs that cover the forehead. The last step is sweetened by pairing a light blue ribbon from the base of the neck to the head like wearing a bando, tying it up and forming a ribbon on the left side. Perfect.

"God! Look, this is so pretty!" He was praising his work while laughing with satisfaction. "Now let me cast your face to make it more radiant." His spirit was burning, rustling in blood enjoying all these strange activities. Yeah, the feeling of not being alone kind of bothered him.

Sow powder was scattered, shale shimmering in the air because of the light of the candle. Lipstick is soft red polished smooth, blusher is also available a variety of colors like a row of rainbows that are confined in a glass box. All those colors tempted him to try them, causing his heart to beat impatiently. However, Adela prefers colors that are not too vulgar; do not want to obey his lust. And was born a thin natural makeup that blurted like a teenage girl in love. "This is better. Yeah, it's done."

From the back of the object, the lifting of the doll's face perpendicular to the mirror so that it is reflected as clearly as possible without any dark shadows from the dim light of the candle. He wanted to make sure there were no mistakes, only that he was trapped. Caught up easily. His large eyes widened, dazzling themselves at the figure sitting drooping in the mirror.

"You .. very pretty." If only this doll were alive, perhaps all the men in the world would bend their knees to it, willingly

give him whatever he wants, maybe even his precious life. What's with this doll?

For a moment his brown iris was glued to the beautiful and sad face in the mirror. Somehow the space seemed to sway, quiet and felt awkward as if it did not allow his gaze to switch from there, all he wanted was to continue looking at the beauty of this doll. Forever.

The small explosive sound of the embers heating the curler broke the slightly gripping silence. Immediately jerked himself to wake up as if magic was just about to imprison him in the mirror for too long looking at the beautiful face of the doll. It felt like he was getting restless by that mysterious and strange thing.

Adela immediately turned to the entrance beside her left to spread the anxiety that momentarily stopped. "Sir, are you still there?" There was a knock at the door. "I have completed the task you gave me" he said, with a breath of relief. There is a sense that disturbs Adela's mind towards this doll. Yes, the mystical impression was too strong, then this unnatural beauty, so that the feeling of not being alone that had been stuck up had continued to torture him.

"Then put the lady on the sofa. Mr. Hornest will come to see the results of your work."

The sound from behind the door caused Adela to be stunned. Missy? Especially this? He was too tired to seek that answer.

Without much talk the doll moved to the middle of a long sofa that turned its back to the window. Then kneel in front of the doll while tidying up the skirt of a blooming and lacy dress, correcting the chest slightly down, justifying the location of the necklace, also styling black hair in a circle. In order to reduce his tension he chose to say something.

Without realizing something, Adela was still busy justifying the location of the shoes to be straight and look comfortable. When the activity is able to drown the mind, the wheel of fate of the red thread goes along with the steps of the antique clock seconds in the corner of the room. The omen came when a voice sounded that would change his entire life. Tied with the doll.

"really?"

Adela's eyes widened hearing the voice of a woman who asked her. That's vivid. His soft, low and smooth voice sounded so sad. Did he not hear wrong? Or is his ear hurting? Not likely.

His breathing was forcibly stopped. While Adela was sure that no one in this room except herself and this doll. His heartbeats became chaotic, violent, and racing fast as prejudice was raging in his mind. Swallowed his saliva with difficulty, ventured to raise his head, trying to ascertain whether he was not hallucinating.

His gaze slowly rose, his neck stiffened as he stared tensely at the puppets eyelids moving slowly uplifted. Her eyes that were as blue as the sky were looking at her. It fell right into his chocolate bead. The gaze impressed shade that even made his body more rigid than wooden blocks. His heart ached because it seemed to stop beating just like that when the doll's lips opened by itself.

"Are I really lucky?" tanyanya.

He really does talk! Adela fell backwards in surprise, her eyes widened, her breath held in fear. "Hi-living?!" His body trembled at the unreasonable thing. He was sure, amazingly sure if this woman was just an object that did not breathe, did not have a sign of life. He had even touched his entire drooping body earlier. But why?!

The puppet straightened its body so gracefully as the door of the room opened where Ernest appeared behind it as if he had long been ready for this event. His blue eyes narrowed as if judging the man who had broken through his room. "You-you"

Adela looked back, finding her employer looking at her doll, but her thin smile showed her satisfaction with the results of her work. This is not the time for Adela to

be proud. "Mister Hornest? Bo-doll!" He tried to tell her what had happened, but her words were blocked as if suffocated by his own fear.

The reaction Ernest had predicted from the start. Only, the problem was whether this new servant was able to accept reality or even choose to run away from here. His black iris sharply assessed the servant's facial water. "Include, Adela. She was Selia Cloudivious," he said lowly while pointing politely at Eien, his living puppet. But the reaction of the new waiter was just a confused frown.

On the other hand, there was a deep vibration when Ernest mentioned a name that did not belong to the doll. "Am I not hearing wrong? Whose name are you mentioning?" His identity has been replaced without his permission. It was a rude and selfish act. Moreover, Eien had waited long enough to face this man directly without making the body of the door as a barrier again. Almost every night he spent pleading and crying to meet her but never responded. Now is a crucial time to get the answers that were withheld from him before this man leaves and dodges again.

While the man who kept the answer just walked towards the veranda door and then pulled the black curtain. A cloudless night sky was stretched out behind the glass door, the stars twinkling as if they were peering into the contents of this room. The clear door rattled open, deliberately letting the cold wind in which increasingly froze the atmosphere. Slowly inhaled the cool air though he had to ignore the elegant protest, because basically he did not want to discuss the name of the prisoner.

It didn't take hundreds of books to translate his body language, from his behavior alone Eien could already understand that he wouldn't get a response on his name. His attention turned to the frightened servant on the floor near his feet. He gave her a gentle warm smile to dilute her fear. "thank you. Your treatment is the best thing I've gotten since I've been here. God still blesses me with your compassion. Really, I really appreciate it."

His voice is so smooth, memorable thin and frail. At least there are no monsters to sound like that, Adela thought.

Therefore he tried to smile even though it looked stiff, because there were still many fears that could not be lost. How not, this event is not commonplace as he usually met in the market or in every corner of the city. This was a shocking incident, even he thought it was terrible. How could a doll live? Nodding a little of his head, not wanting to act so strange that these people should curse him. "Sa-I just run errands, No-nonaaa!"

The scent of fear was still sniffed sharply by Eien. One hand grabbed the tip of Adela's chin which looked stiff and trembling, then slightly bent her body towards it. His straight and small nose was fixed on his neck, sipping slowly there like he was smelling himself. Both of his eyes grew as if he had realized something. "You ... man ...." His tone sounded impressed and hung.

It was too late for the red-haired girl to cover up her shock. His body had already frozen together with the prejudice that was starting to play in his mind. A human? Why does he say that as if he is not the same as me? Aye! Also true! Wasn't this lady a doll?! the pekikin' in heart.