You break eye contact with the mirror and follow your maid Victoria to breakfast.
The mansion you live in was massive. The halls were lined with dark wood and had blood red wall paper.
As you follow Victoria through the winding expansive halls.
(Some of witch you swear turn into one another without actually connecting.)
You find a large painting of your current self hanging on the wall.
This was not the same painting in the “choose your loli room” this painting of the vampire girl you now inhabit was much larger than the one in that room. Around the size of your massive bed, as opposed to the other that was more of a portrait. The pose also wasn’t as cute. The girl had both her hands at her side and looked unhappy. A far cry from the energetic little girl vampire you saw in the painting in the “choose your loli room”. The painting was also badly faded and pealing.
The picture of the serious little vampire seamed old, but again you looked the same, so what was your real age?
“Mistress!” Victoria calls to you.
You break your own serious gaze and follow the maid Victoria.
In the dining room the red curtains were again drawn closed as in your room. There were twelve chairs on each side of the table but all were empty and only one had food. A stack of pancakes still warm. The syrup dripping down the side. Your mouth was watering and you heard a groan from your stomach as your enhanced vampire senses picked up the pancakes delicious smell far better than a human nose.
You lift yourself up onto the chair and Victoria slides you closer to the pancakes.
‘Feed me Victoria’ you order closing your eyes and opening your mouth like a hungry bird.
Victoria shoves a whole pancake in your mouth without cutting it. You nearly chock to death and spit out the pancake onto the table.
‘What was that for!?’ You look to Victoria, furry in your blood red eyes.
“You know how to feed your self Mistress” Victoria responds sounding just as anoid as you were with this treatment. “You should grow up some time.”
Your rage reaches new heights as you look up at her cutting your pancakes.
‘I am far older than you’ you say bearing your fangs.
“Then act like it Mistress.” Victoria retorted. Mumbling about having to dress you.
Tears begin to stream down your eyes.
‘What do you know! You’re just... YOU’RE JUST!’
You search your new memories for an insult for Victoria.
‘YOU’RE JUST SOME BROTHEL HOUSE ORPHAN I TOOK PITTY ON!!!’ You yell out not even sure of what you said till it was too late to take it back.
You open your eyes and Victoria looks furious with you. You think she’s about to slap you but instead she calmly places down the fork and knife and walks out of the dining room.
You watch her leave and feel the room shake as she slams the door behind her.
You put your head in your hands and your elbows on the massive table. You feel awful for what you just did to Victoria.
(Why did you say that) you think (you NEVER would have said that to anyone in your old body. Even if it was true. Witch you knew it was, thanks to your new memories added to your old ones. It wasn’t just an insult. It had happened to her.)
You look over to the breakfast Victoria had made. You take your first bite. It was probably the best pancakes you’ve had in your life. Definitely your old life for sure.
As far as you could tell Victoria was the only maid in the whole mansion. She must have worked incredibly hard to perfect the recipe. Before you can stop yourself you take three more bites of the pancakes, Victoria had cut for you. You stop before the fourth.
(No) you think to yourself
You had to fix things with Victoria. You place down the fork and slide off the chair onto the floor.
In the hall way you find Victoria crying. Her knees pulled close to her chest. Her head was in her arms. You can hear her sobs even from here.
You had to fix things between you and her. You both knew she was the only real friend either of you had.