Where am I?

"Help us! Elle, help us!"

Ah, this again.

"ELLESHA! HELP US!"

In front of me is my old house on fire with both my parents screaming from a window on the second floor. 

Ah, how nostalgic. I always didn't like them. Drug addicts as parents don't make good parents. I was a mistake in their eyes. I was born at home in the shower. My mom thought the pains she was feeling was because she didn't take her usual dosage. I was born with health issues, and because of that, I was never allowed outside. Mostly because of fear of losing their income, and the wounds I have from my father. I didn't have any broken bones, but I did have a black eye and scars from cigarettes. My mom liked to do that as I scream of pain—a sadist, enjoying my suffering. My father was different, different as he wouldn't beat me without reason.

As long as I did what he asked until I did something wrong and all hell broke loose. I never got to go to school because of them, and I never retaliated. If I do, where would I go? Who would I tell? No one would believe me, so what's the point? Because of that, I started to feel different. I have become numb to pain and emotion. When I did feel, the feelings in some way were amplified. I would cry like a baby, but without a sound to not make them do something. I would feel anger, but it was more like uncontrollable rage. Some days I would feel something only to wish that I didn't, and some days I couldn't feel anything, not even pain, and I wished I could feel something. I cut my hand on these days to feel. When the knife was cutting through the flesh on my left hand, I felt alive. More alive than I ever felt. I was ten when someone called the cops on them. The neighbors heard a scream, and they thought that finally, they killed me. It was my mom screaming because she found me in the showers with my wrist cut too deep.

I was too weak to make out the situation, but I will never forget their faces when the cops come. It was so funny that I started to laugh. One of the cops tried to put a cloth on my hand, but I didn't let him. I was high on euphory thinking that they will get what they deserve. Me dead, and them in a prison cell. It didn't happen like that. I survived, only barely. Someone up there must hate me because they let me live with them. When the hospital released me, I was brought home and beaten to an inch of life. I couldn't move for a few days. I had to do something. The hate and anger only amplified by the scars. So I set the house on fire.

The screams were music to my ears. I made sure that no one will get outside of the house. I made the fire at midnight, with the gasoline that my father has in the garage. They were high as a coyote, and the best plan to kill them. I poured the gasoline slowly into the house, starting from their rooms. They were having sex even if my room was next door—pathetic humans. When I got outside, I lighted the gasoline on the front door on fire. That night the fire was so beautiful, like a phoenix burning only to be reborn again. I will forever remember that night.

The night when I was set free.

Since then, I had changed. I'm half normal, I guess? I was adopted after the affair by a good family. The boy that was the oldest in the family taught me a lot of things, from games, to how to interact in society, to how to be normal. The new parents made sure that I always go to the psychologist with them. Most of the time, it was boring questions. I liked to mess up with her. Miss Elizabeth was a lot of fun. We talked about almost anything, from how to treat others, how to recognize patterns in humans, to how it is best to kill them. She was open-minded and didn't mind my quirks. I was diagnosed with psychopathy and asocial behavior. Later on, in our discussion, she did tell me that I also have too other symptoms of mental disorders but didn't say them. I never found out.

Life was looking up to me. By the age of 30, I got married, had a stable job as a programmer, and I was expecting a child. Or so I thought.

When I was 31, I arrived home to find my husband all covered in blood. Why? Well... turns out he killed my daughter. MY DAUGHTER. MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! HE was trying to dispose of the body by cutting it. He thought I would help him.  At that time, I flipped. Knocked him out, called the cops, and told them everything. It didn't go well. The cops didn't believe me even with the evidence, and I was hospitalized in a mental institution. After two years, I finally got out with the help of Miss Elizabeth, moved to another country, and got a new job at a slave company. They used us for programing until we broke down. I wasn't that bothered so long I get the money I deserve. I never trusted a human again after him. Then the lift incident happened and then...

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"Are you going to sleep all month, Ellesha?"

I opened my eyes to see Mary hovering over me close to my face.

"Kiss me and your dead."

"I won't do something without your consent. I learned my lesson. How are you feeling?"

I get up slowly from bed. I noticed I was naked. Hah, she had fun doing that, didn't she? I felt sluggish, and I feel hungry. The thirst is starting to feel like the first time I experienced it.

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"Hungry mostly, it would be nice to have some blood. How long was I sleeping?"

"You slept for a week. Ah, also about the blood, the queen sent one monster slave to help you with that."

"Monster slave?"

"You don't know about them?"

"No."

Sigh. "Ellesha, you don't know a lot of things. Should I register you in the academy?"

"Can you do that?"

"Yes... I think I can. If not, we will ask the queen or king for a recommendation."

"I see. Let her in. I can feel the thirst starting to take control."

"Alright." She begins to move close to the door, but before she put her hand on the handle, I had to say something to her.

"Thank you, Mary."

"Anytime Ellesha, anytime."

After she closed the door, I look around the room. Sure enough, it was the room I first slept when I got to this world. Not to much time passes before the door opens, showing someone with green skin and some flowers in her green hair. The first thing you will notice after that is her maid clothes, victorian style. Her green eyes are so bright; I have never seen such eyes before. A dryad? Or something like that? But why didn't I see that race on the menu? Is it unplayable? Hmm... Interesting. She closes the door and moves beside the bed on the left side. Then she kneels, and I could see that her hair is full of white flowers. What type of flowers does she have in her hair?

"Master, my name is Abigail, and the queen sent me here to serve you. I will do my best to meet your needs."

"The queen did? Why you specifically?"

"It was supposed to be someone else, but the princes recommended me. Are you not pleased with me?"

The puppy eyes she made are quite the weapon. The smell she gives is almost making me jump on her. She smells of fruits, not one, all of them like a fruit salad.

"No. I am more than satisfied. I haven't met your kind before, so I was just surprised. Remind me to thank the princes next time I met her."

"Yes. I had heard that master could use contracts without paper. When we first arrive at the house that the master currently resides in, we are supposed to make one. Would master like to make one now or after master eats?"

"Now would be better. Do you have anything to add to the contract? I also need to know one title from you."

"All I want is to be treated right. I will leave the description to master. The only title I have is Natures Ally."

"Hmm..."

What should I say in the contract? As long as she serves me, she will live eternally? I can do that. So long as I live, she can. I don't think I like the idea of changing servants every century or so. That could work in my favor, or it could go wrong in so many ways. Eh, if she attempts something, I could just kill her.

"Come to the bed and leave your neck open."

"As you wish."

She gets up from the ground and sits beside me. God, her smell is tempting. I bite my left wrist, and then I slightly cut her neck with my nail on the left side. Then I bring my wrist and let the blood pour on her wound.

"I, Ellesha Valkyrie, First of a Kind, promise to you, Abigail, Natures Ally, that as long as you serve me and as long as you are loyal to me, you will live until I die. I will treat you right, and if not, I shall feel the same pain as you will at that moment. Do you accept the terms of the contract?"

"I do."

"Racial Skill: Blood Contract"

Ding! Blood Contract Established!

"With that, do you think I could get some blood from you? I'm starving, and your blood is too delicious to pass."

With the wound healed, you can see the mark, which is obviously from the contract. On my left wrist, I could see it too.

"You can feed on me any time you want, master."

She leans on with her neck exposed, and without anything stopping me, I bite into it with my fangs. Apple, mango, strawberries, and all kinds of fruits were slowly pouring in my mouth. Ahh, this is heaven, I could die happy now. Not that would happen any time soon. I stopped after I feel satisfied then I gave her some of my blood to make up for the loss of it.

"Do you know where my clothes are?"

"They had to burn doe to the curse."

"I see. Where are the others?"

"Others?"

"Ali's party."

"They are currently outside, training. Do you wish to call them?"

"No. Just wondering."

What a bummer. My clothes aren't infinite, and for a set to be burned is sure depressing. Sigh, what should I wear today? I guess the same clothes when I got transported here will do. The garments embrace me the moment I selected them. Man, this ring sure is convenient. I got up from the bed and equipped the black boots.

"Since when are they training?"

"Since seven in the morning master. It is currently eleven."

"They sure trained hard. Did they do this for a week?"

"Yes."

"Well, we should celebrate, for both my awakening and their hard work. Could you make something to eat for them?"

"I will master, but do you not wish to eat?"

"I can't eat Abigail. Any normal food that I eat, I will throw up later. Well, let's go. We will talk while we walk about what you are supposed to do."

"Yes, master."

"Also stop calling me that. Just call me my lady or something else, alright?"

"Yes, ma- I mean, my lady."

"Good, then let's go."