My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

I left. 

Maybe I should have stayed for a bit longer, but I didn't. I did what I came here for, what else is there to do?

If I wanted to mope, feel bad about myself, there were more suitable places to do it other than a public park, so I went, and I didn't look back… as much as I really thought I should.

I found Mr. Black cooped up in their… his old home, that small little hole in the bush hollowed enough for two. He laid curled on one end, leaving the other side empty… he wasn't even asleep, he was just there, just staring out into the night. My guess, probably waiting… but not for me, obviously.

It took a while to coax him out of there, but eventually, he crawled out the trenches on his own, and resting in my arms, together we made for home.

When we arrived back, I wasn't in much mood for conversation, even after noticing new scratch grooves etched onto the porch announcing a certain vampire's return, I still couldn't rouse enough interest, and just took Mr. Black in my room, and headed straight to bed.

I don't think either of us had a nice rest that night… I didn't, at least. Tossing and turning, eyes to the ceiling, sleep coming and going intermittently. 

Every time I close my eyes, I'd just see hers… the way she stared, the way she turned… and her words in my voice echoing in that darkness.

"I suck…" I muttered to myself halfway through somewhere 4 or 5 in the morning. 

Then before I knew it, the sun was dawning and rising, and I, ghoulish, and withered me, rose right along with it.

I took a shower, one in freezing depths, and the other doused in hellfire, neither one successfully woke me up from my sluggish stupor, sadly.

Wanna know what did, however? A stupid, sulky, fanged individual waiting for me to open my bedroom door for a quick breakfast just so she could scare the shit out of me as she unceremoniously marched deeper inside.

"I expect her every need to be met during your absence, do you understand me?" She started demanding first thing in the morning. "You will be leaving soon, so sadly, I must be brief. In short, so long as you manage to keep my dear sister content, there will be no discord amongst ourselves. Once you return, make no doubt I will inquire about every single thing that you did or did not do. Make no mistake I..."

She went on, as 'brief' as it could be, yeah… but frankly, I was hardly even listening to a single word she was saying. Seriously, I was far too busy staring instead. Maybe I was sleep-deprived, and my hallucinations were going awry, but… I don't think even my imagination could ever come up with whatever the hell this was.

Her hair looked pruned, rosy pink on her cheeks, velvet red on her lips, and was that…? Past her glare, past her cold stare, that faded black, that shadow, that is…

"Is that makeup on your face?" I asked, pointing at her and though I knew it was rude to point, manners were the last thing on my mind then.  "Or do you turn into a chameleon when you get really annoyed and I just never noticed?"

She paused, furrowing suspiciously groomed eyebrows, and turned her gaze left over to my standing mirror. 

One blink, one look, and suddenly her arms were up, obscuring her face from sight that somehow turned to an even deeper shade of pink.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She said, speaking fast.

"Right, that's why you're raising your arms," I replied. "Because only someone who does know what I'm talking about wouldn't do that."

"What is this? He told me that they would fade away in time, that they were temporary, he told me - !" 

The rest of her sentence was lost in unintelligible muttering, but nevertheless, I think I got the message here.

"Had fun yesterday, I presume?" I said, unable to resist a smirk. "I guess you really took your sister's advice to heart, didn't you?"

She dropped her arms slightly, a piercing glare peeking through. Honestly, I've seen it so many times, I'm hardly fazed by it anymore.

"Look, you can't want to kill me for forcing you to go, and then also want to kill me because you actually had fun after going. At least get your motivations in order first."

"I did not have fun," She stated firmly.

"Your lipstick-ed lips says no, the smell of your dress on the other hand says…'' I took a step forward, taking a big whiff at her general direction, and I caught it. Bitter. Spicy. Pepperminty. Tyler-inty too. I smiled again. "Ooh, liar, liar."

"No, no! it is not what you think, stop it, be silent! You are misunderstanding, misconstruing!" Amelia was shouting now, losing all sense of refinement and grace, but what I was presented with in return, in my opinion, was so, so much better. "You are under the wrong impression! There is a simple explanation for all this, you best believe me there is!"

By then, any semblance of my moody, tiresome self had faded. In a bizarre twist of events, it was Amelia that came lifting my spirits, although clearly, that was not any of her intentions. 

"Yes, sure, of course, there is, don't worry, I believe you," I said as earnestly as I could. "But where's the fun in spoiling the fun? How about this - you stop lecturing me now, and I'll stop misunderstanding you now - sound good?"

Amelia visibly clenched her teeth, a brow giving a dangerous flicker, but ultimately, slowly, gradually, she backed out of my bedroom, stood beneath my doorway, and turned away in a huff.

"Take a shower for once!" I called out after her. "I think that's what he meant by temporary, y'know?"

I got no reply back, but I don't doubt, she's grimacing all the way to the bathroom right about then.

Oh Tyler, Tyler… all my days, I tried so hard to be cordial with this nightmare of a woman. How the hell did you tame her in just a couple of hours?

Just what the hell happened yesterday?

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