Nisha Of The Red 2 Young Miss

"Catch the sixth young miss!" An old woman dressed in dark servant clothes yelled as the two rows of four women moved from behind the older women to dash forward in attempt to catch the frail little six year old girl that ran for dear life. Tears and snort was plastered on her little round face as she slid into a narrow hallway with a pouch clutched into her tiny hands. The girl's dress was old and the colors were nearly washed out as there was clear patchwork on her clothes.

The old woman stomped her cane angrily against the wooded panel floor as it cause a hole to break through the floor. The other maids that came with her became frighten from the old head maid might. They shivered as they tried harder to catch the sixth young miss out running everybody.

The commotion within the courtyard caused the other inhabitants to shut the doors and let the poor girl to fend for herself as her tiny fists banged on the doors to let her in, but to no prevail. "Sister!" the little one yelled throughout the yard in hopes to get a responds. "Big sister! Please where are you?!" She yelled in fear as she ran with her long skirt pulled up. One of the maids that was able to get closer to the girl flung herself forward to catch the escaping child. With luck her iron like gripe finally caught the young miss by the arm.

The little girl yelped in pain as her shoulder felt like it was going to be pulled out of her socket. It didn't take long for the other maids to confine the struggling six year old and to wait upon the old head maid to come their way. The old woman gave the young girl a smack to her face that almost cause her to faint from the pain.

"Sixth young miss stop this futile struggle, and come back with us in the main manor. Your older sister failed to preform her duty so you must take up this burden." The maid said righteously as she puffed up her chest.

"Liar! Liar!!! Where's my older sister?!"

"How dare you yell at the head maid! Show respect!" The younger maid said with the intent to slap her. The old head maid gestured her hand to the maid to stop, and she did. She bowed in submission and backed away. The young miss glared at the head maid's cold expression that contained a hint of contempt.

"On the orders of the head mistress, you are to be prompt and ready when the lord of this manor arrives." The old woman said sternly while she saw the young miss trembling from fright from her words. She let out a smile that caused the winkles on her face to become more p.r.o.nounced. It filled the woman with delight to have power over others, especially from the little n.o.ble brats within the manor.

The sight of a delicate six year old child that was being bullied would demand the sympathy from anybody on the street, but here things were different. No child was spared from the rules that was place under this n.o.ble house, even the head mistress had to obey. The maids also didn't pity nor envy the girl due to her status either. All they knew the Baron's words is law and the mistress's words are gold. No one dared to disobeyed them in fear of an early death.

The old woman didn't seem satisfied on how quiet the little girl became, so before she could order the surrounding maids to drag the girl off to somewhere to humiliate her some more, she felt a chilling touch grasp her left shoulder. It startled her greatly which caused her to turn around in alarm to look around. The younger maids looked at the head maid puzzled.

"Ana, where are you?" a gentle soothing voice echoed throughout the hallway that they were in. It wasn't loud, but everybody could hear her as if she was standing in front of them. The sixth young miss eyes grew round when she heard the comforting voice, but the maids' expression was that of shock and fright. One of the younger maids went so far to fall down in shock as she muttered, "That's impossible!"

"Big sister!" the girl cried.

The old woman's face showed displeasure as she looked at the maid that fell down. The maid also look at her superior in panic as she tried to explain, "Head, this must be a mistake! We saw the fifth miss take her last breath this morning! I—"

"Shameless!" The old maid hollered and used the cane to smack the fallen maid in the mouth. The maid's lower jaw twisted as she coughed out blood and teeth. "Take her away and beat her for falsifying reports." Two maids bowed and bought the battered maid away to receive her punishment. "Fifth young miss, why aren't you here to greet me?" she sneered at the owner-less voice. The old woman ordered for the fifth miss to come forward in complete obedience with her head lowered, like the young miss always did in the past. But reality didn't grant her wish, as she was left waiting there for an answer. She raged inwardly of being humiliated in front of the lesser maids.

"How dare—"

A series of giggles interrupted the old woman who was about to blow her top. It sounded sweet and gentle to the little girl, but haunting and cold to the surrounding maids.

"My attendant is nowhere to be found, so I can't greet you. " the fifth young miss simply said. "Bring my sister to me, I've missed her so much."

The old woman huffed as she sent look to one of the maids holding the sixth young miss Ana in place. The maid bowed her head and tugged the girl to fetch the fifth miss to bring before the head maid. They made their way to a lone long hallway that lead to a single richly carved door.

"Ana wait for me outside the room." The fifth miss said that sounded like a whisper to the little girl's ears. Tears looked like it was about to fall from sister's eyes as she said, "Big sister I don't want you to get hurt again."

"All is well, you have to trust big sister."

Ana nodded her head weakly as she stopped her two little feet from moving forward. The maid didn't pay any mind to the girl that suddenly stopped moving and stood there rooted to the ground. The maid sucked her teeth and made her way further down the long hallway to the only single door at the end. She didn't know why, but ever since she got her with the young miss, its been eerily quiet.

She fished out a row of skeleton keys from her pocket to open the door. The moment the maid opened the door the smell of mold and old blood filled her nostrils in disgust. She used a napkin to cover her mouth and nose from the disgusting smell. Once she was in the dark room the door softly closed behind her as she made her way into the candle lit room.

The room wasn't that big and it only had simple crude wooden furniture inside. There was even a large visible crusted black stain at the side of the fifth miss's bed where she's sitting. The young miss before her was sickly pale and looked like a half dried up corpse. The young maid smirked in a arrogant fashion when she saw the state the young miss was in. No wonder the others believed that she had died earlier, she too would have the same thoughts if the miss didn't move her head towards her direction the moment she entered the room.

The maid soon recovered from her thoughts and the disgust she felt. She smiled wickedly towards the fifth miss. In a practiced manner she strobe forward proudly and sent out a slap towards the miss sitting before her. Before the maid could relish in venting her anger on the miss, a sharp pain shoot up her arm in blinding speed. She looked down and when she did, her face instantly paled in fright from the scene that was being played before her. She saw razor sharp teeth embedded in her flesh. The moment she wanted to scream the fifth miss's sickly thin hand shot out like a bolt of lightning and held her throat in a steel grip, shut her windpipes closed.

She didn't know what was happening right now. But what she was able to make out was the dying fifth miss was getting better in a alarming rate that was visible to the naked eye. Her patches of hair that she was missing was filled in with thick ink black hair. Her starved sickly appearance filled out into a youthful ethereal beauty that would put the G.o.ds to shame. While she felt her body grow weak and her subconscious slipping away as the seconds ticked away.

With an audible thump the pale corpse of the maid fell from her steel grip grasp. The young blind woman licked off the remaining blood from her luscious lips. "I never in all my years tasted blood like this before." She said with delight. "I will reward you for providing my first memorable meal." She crossed her long legs as if to ponder up reward. "Rise, it's your honor to serve me."

The corpse on the floor shook slightly as it unfolded it's stiff limbs into a bowing position. "I'm at your command fifth miss—"

"I am your mistress Nisha."

The corpse maid trembled in absolute servitude before its mistress.