Nisha Of The Red 13 Nisha's Master Clothed In Red

The large decorated doors opened up revealing the head mistress and her maids that followed her. There was even a st.u.r.dy older maid that was helping her to walk in general. Anyone could tell thatshe was fail and sickly from looks alone, but her clothes was overly gaudy and festive. She looked out of place especially for a family dinner to welcome her children and husband home. Even she felt embarra.s.sed to be forced to wear an overly eye catching outfit that was only meant for b.a.l.l.s during the new year.

Winston caught the sight of mother while he sat next to his guests from school. he was mortified to see his mother overly dressed with heavy makeup to cover up her sickly looks. He quickly got up in panic to attend to his mother, but in reality he just whated to question her.

"Mother!" he stressed in a whisper. "What is going on?!"

Anger flashed through her eyes as her son didn't ask for her wellbeing. When he was usually at the estate he was dutifully to his parents. She wanted to rage and yell, but she couldn't. All she could do was blame Nisha to the depths of h.e.l.l. It even caused her son to overlook her and instead demanded answers in whipers.

"It's that tramp." she whipered back. "She's the one that caused all if this!"

"Why didn't you send any notice? If you knew all this time."

"Are you blaming this on me!? If I knew a long time ago everybody in the branch families would know!" she fired back in a whisper.

"Where is Fiona? Why isn't she in the dinner hall?"

"I don't no, she hasn't greeted me when she returned. My maids reported that they saw her running to her courtyard in haste."

Winston looked displeased at his incompetent mother. He wondered how the head mistress of a estate not know events of her own home. He grew agitated just looking at this worn down woman that was his mother. Now Winston wished when he took over the estate, he would confined to her bed, and tell the public that his mother grew ill in the mind.

"Move aside, let me attend to my mother." He commanded the maid, and in a caring tone he said, "Mother please let me escort you to your seat".The st.u.r.dy maid backed away and joined the other maids in the back. While he lead his mother to her seat.

Anybody from the outside could hear the cearing tone of a son taking care of his mother, but the maids knew how one sided this mother and son pair was. The head mistress valued their childern due to their talents and bearing an elder son. While the the children only seem dutiful to their parents but they mulitpated the head mistress only for materalistic gain. Its gotten so bad that the head mistress had to dip into the estate's a.s.sets. She had to steal the dowry's of other concubines that was married in the household to make up the difference, but dowrys didn't last forever.

The head mistress spoiled her kids rotten and always covered up their wrong doings. Even with her eldest son speaking to her rudely, she never corrected his nasty behavior but blame on other factors that put him in a bad mood. Right now the head mistress blamed Nisha for her son treating her wrongly.

"We meet again honoured guests, I hope you didn't wait to long?" the head mistress asked in a polite tone.

There was no reaction from the Nisha's maids as the the head mistress sat down with a stiff smile on her face. Winston also returned to his seat and laughed to lighten up the mood. He was smart enough not to interact with the Nisha's "maids" unlike his mother, and become the temporary host since his father wasn't here.

Nisha sat there with Ana as she gently stroked her pretty red hair. However, no matter how she tired to mind her own business the man named Temple couldn't help staring at her. Even for her it was unnerving, in her past life and now, people couldn't lift up their heads in her presences. But then she remembered that she had to seal her aura from terrifying weak mortal minds with he overwhelming vamperic attraction.

"Sir, am I that interesting to stare at?"

"Not only that, you're better to talk too. Please call me Temple."

"It would be rude of me to do so sir."

"Nonsense we are all friends here. I'm quite curious to whom you have taken in as a master."

"I don't know his name, but he was a man wilth flaming red hair and red clothes." She said as she reminisced about her long time friend Vivi.

"The Red Ancestor!" the haggard head mistress bulted out in a frantic manner. Winston felt more embarra.s.sed from his mother's lack of ladylike behavior and also jealous of Nisha. He cursed her for her good fortune and wished to die during her trainning. However his thoughts of the his uncultured mother willingly showing her emotions on her bland face. He couldn't help but compare her to little fifth and sixth. Fifth sat there like an immortal beauty while sixth liked cute as a little kitten. He could tell that Ana would grow up to be a beauty. Winston's perverted thoughts made his throat dry, and thus made him quite thirsty even though he drank water not to long ago.

The attendant by Temple side couldn't help flash a dangerous glare, but quickly hid it due to his masters small hand signal. He resumed his blank expression and relaxed his tense muscles.

Nisha noticed the changes from extreme to settle react to her false story. Her body's step mother even yelled out the 'Red Ancestor', now she knew that she screwed up. She used her vamperic friend as reference for her made up mysterious master. She thought how could of be just as eccentric as Vivi when it came to fashion? But she knew that Vivi started dressing that way when she told him that it was her favorite color. And now there was a weirdo in this world that wore all red with hair to match. Instead of feeling the threat of being exposed for her falsehood, she would go out of her way to kill the 'Red Ancestor', and controled his dead body. With that thought in mind she just smiled and nodded her in agreement. But Temple was the only one that wasn't affected by the news, he just remained as if the wind just blew by.

"I look foward to speaking more during my stay here." Temple said in a good mood.

Nisha looked at him for a bit before she continued to pay her full attention to Ana again.

"I hope you understand sir, that I don't look forward into b.u.mping into you after tonight."

Winston was shocked from the exchange and the head mistress was disgusted from fifth's s.l.u.tty behavior, she can only vent internally, because the the experts that stood by her side. While Winston on the other hand was worried due to several reasons, he didn't want the fifth miss say something that can damage him especially to the 'Red Ancestor', and he didn't want Temple court Nisha. He bought Temple home mainly to introduce his sister Fiona to him, so he could gain benefits from their union.

"Please excuse my fifth sister, she didn't really learn any manners due to their mother's death at a young age."

The head mistress almost paled in fright from from her son openly reprimand Nisha in public. She looked towards Nisha's maids to savage the situation by saying something to excuse her son, but instead was met with hostility.

"Mind your tongue cur!" Gutless yelled at Winston. Winston started to sweat, he didn't know when he offended the experts. He was only stating the truth. Before he could defend himself, Temple halted him with a hand gesture to stop.

"If it means anything, please excuse him on my behalf. I'm sure it would be below you to take notice on such a small thing."

Gutless's looked at Temple for a brief moment, and then browed towards her mistress.

"Mistress how would you like to handle this matter?"

"Do as sir suggests, I'm sure he-----------------"

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Winston didn't know why, but a constant sound rang through his ears. It was m.u.f.fled and he felt his head heat up. When he looked down he saw red spots speckled on the tablecloth. He touched the side of his ear, it was bathed in liquid warmth, and he saw blood all over his hand.

"Master, it has seem that one will go deaf after hearing his own voice speak too often." Gutless said.