The Human Stain

I sat up from my position on the stone floor and rubbed my eyes against the sunlight coming through the bars on my window, just another day in the life of a disgusting human living in a vampire ruled world. I stand up quickly and pull out some clothing out of a small dressing table which is the only other object in the room besides a full body mirror. I pull on the simple clothing that only consist of a ratty long sleeved shirt that used to be white at one point and is now stained yellow and brown with age and sweat, and a torn up pair of work pants that are starting to no longer be recognizable as pants. This is all I own.

I creep up the basement stairs clinging to railing and praying the stairs don’t creak despite me knowing exactly which spots squeak and how to avoid them. Thankfully I make it to the kitchen without making a sound. This is where my work begins. You see, my name’s Gerard. I’m a human and servant to a vampire family of the name of Greivence in London, England in the year of 1876. My only purpose in this world is to serve the vampires, which means I cook their food, clean their house, wash their laundry, and any other tasks they require of me. Vampires despise humans, they think we’re disgusting, we’re as good as cockroaches in their eyes. To be born a human is a death sentence.

I grab a cloth and fill a bucket full of water and begin my first task of the day, scrubbing the entrance hall. This is quite possibly one of my least favorite tasks, considering the Greivence’s are quite a wealthy family, not one of the wealthiest, but they are still able to live extremely comfortably…like most vampires. There is no such thing as poverty for a vampire. All of them can afford servants, mansion style houses, everything a human like me could ever dream of, but can never have.

The water sloshes out of the bucket slightly as I push the rag into the suds and the drop it onto the floor beginning the tiring task. As I scrub the floor the house begins to awaken above me. I hear the jingling of bells as the Grievence’s call for their servants to help them dress and prepare for any outings today. I smell the musty smell of books as a servant opens the library doors on the other side of the foyer. I dip the rag into the bucket again as I see the gardener outside trimming the hedges and other foliage. I can practically taste the meal the cook is preparing, eggs, bacon, toast, sausages, and as is customary for vampires a warm mug of blood. Finally I feel the water soak my skin and the edges of my shirt as it begins to ride down my arms and the soap suds begin to flatten out somewhat.

Several hours later, when everyone has finally awoken I am finished with the foyer. The floor gleams and shines like the stars themselves had injected themselves into the tiles. I think I did a good enough job for today. I take my bucket outside and dump it around the roses avoiding the watchful eye of the gardener. He absolutely despises me, he thinks I’m trying to kill his “precious babies” as he calls the plants. I rush back inside and to the kitchen. I’m starving!
“Hello Marlene.” I say smiling at the cook, she’s been serving the Grievence’s for 40 years now and is now 54 and honestly looks amazing for her age as her hair isn’t too gray yet. She grew up in this house since her parents were servants here as well. She’s like everyone’s grandmother.

“Hello Gerard.” She says cheerily, “I suppose this is not just a visit and you want something to eat, hmm?”

“Yes maam.” I say blushing slightly and Marlene hands me a egg sandwich.

Marlene laughs, “Go on back to your work now love,” she says and then pauses fixing me with a serious gaze, “Stay out of the master’s way today, he’s in a murderous mood.”

“So how he is every day.” I reply trying to make light of the situation.

“One of these days your attitude is going to get you killed.” Marlene says worriedly.

“I’m sorry Marlene, You know I’ll be careful.” I say pulling the shorter woman into a hug and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I know.” She sighs, “Now get back to your work before the masters catch you in here.”

I wink at Marlene and give her a little salute and then head upstairs to gather the sheets from the beds. This is one of my easier tasks even though they have many rooms. Luckily the Greivence’s only want the sheets that have been slept on changed, so I only have to go in about 8 of the 19 rooms to gather up the sheets. I’m just glad I’m not the one washing the laundry those poor girls hands are constantly covered in bleach and starch or the like and they’re constantly raking the clothes up and down the rack trying to get them to their pristine color.

I look around the room as I place the clothes into the wicker basket and press them down attempting to make them all fit in it. I spy a beautiful dress in the corner of the room. I love dresses and I’ve always wanted to wear them, but humans are held to a strict dress code. Men in pants and shirts and woman in skirts and shirts along with petticoats underneath the skirts.

Of course your master can control the dress codes the match how they want in their home but for the most part we all look the same. Vampires however can wear whatever clothing they want. If a male vampire wishes to wear a dress then he can with no questions ask, or if a woman vampire wishes to wear a suit then they can as well.

From what I have seen from the Grievence’s multiple parties each year, doms male or female wear suits and the fertiles again male or female wear dresses or skirts and the like. Fertiles are the vampires who are able to bear children and the doms are the ones who protect the fertiles. That’s a relationship I’ve always wanted to have. The relationship of a Dom and his fertile mate; it’s so loving and protective. Although doms will toture humans for the pleasure of their fertile. Fertiles and doms both get a sexual pleasure out of seeing humans suffer.

I shake myself out of my thoughts and carry the last load of sheets down to the laundry room greeting the girls and trying not to choke on the stench of chemicals. Despite my hatred for the stench I spend quite a lot of time down here. Mostly because the best gossip is always here.

“So ladies…” I start off with a smirk, “What’s the latest news?”

“Well the Master Grievence captured a human attempting to break into the house last night and is tortured him. Apparently the human was after jewels.” Flyia, the closest girl to me says.

“Why would a someone even attempt that!” Janet says, she’s about halfway down the laundry row, “It’s suicide!”

“Wait does that mean…” I trail off.

“Yes Gerard, Lady Grievence and Master Grievence had sex last night.” Bliss says bluntly, she’s next to Flyia.

“Oh my god, disgusting!” I say realizing that means I touched the leftover sex stains.

All the girls laugh at me and my antics. This doesn’t amuse me at all.

“Rude!” I say turning my back on them.

“Christ Gerard,” says Jillian, “You are so dramatic.”

“Thank you my darling.” I say taking a bow.

“Oh there is one more thing Gerard.” Flyia says.

“What?”

“The Grievences are having a party in three days so prepare to be swamped.”

I groan, “Ugh, I despise parties,” I sigh and run a hand through my hair, “Well then, good day ladies!” I state tipping them imaginary hat which causes them to release another chorus of giggles.

I climb the stairs and continue with more of my daily tasks and continue to think about the party. It’s just the start of the Season anyway which means there will be a constant stream of parties from now on. The Season is quite possibly my least favorite part of the year mostly because I have to see all those couples and young people finding the loves of their lives and I can never have that. It’s forbidden for humans to get married or even have a lover by the official vampire parliament. We are only allowed to be paired up by the parliament to…to…breed. I hate that word I feel like I’m just a number on a piece of paper that will be added with another number. I can’t escape.

Notes

Hello and thank you for visiting my story. As previously stated this is not a continuation of Humans Shall Never Harm You but as you can see certain story elements are the same, such as the torture pleasure, and era. The idea to set it around the London Season however was my idea. Love you all!
Twisted Knife.