Kikimora Maid story draft

     A lone car drove into the garage of one of the many houses that lined the street. A man lethargically exited the vehicle and stretched out his arms with a yawn before grabbing his briefcase out from the passenger’s seat. He slowly walked towards the door with an uneven stride. Before he could enter the building, he heard a familiar clacking noise heading towards him from the inside, immediately followed by the door opening. Behind it was his loyal maid, her feathery tail softly swaying from side to side.
     “Welcome home, master,” said the kikimora. A slight smile formed on her face as she gave her greetings. Although still tired, the man smiled back at her and thanked her for opening the door for him. She bowed and took his briefcase away, each step of hers making a clicking noise against the hard floor. The maid quickly returned to the master with a small glass of his favorite drink, which he immediately gulped down. After taking away the glass, she set up his recliner and watched him lay back in it with a smile. Slowly, the man fell asleep. With one last look at his maid, he said, “Thank you.”
     Lya Dove gazed at the master’s sleeping form. His chest gently rose and sank, each breath ruffling the feathers on her arm. After a brief moment of hesitation, she kissed his forehead. When he didn’t wake up, she did it again and stroked his chin, chirping to herself. She stopped herself before going too far.
     “I apologize, master,” she whispered to him as she rubbed the necklace around her neck before picking up her broom. As the kikimora sweeped around the sleeping man, she longingly looked at his face. She was glad that his lovelife had not been very successful. All of the women he considered dating left without a word. The kikimora scolded herself for thinking such things, but she continued to fantasize as she swept. Perhaps one day, she thought. He’ll remember.
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     “I’m off for work now, Lya!”
     The maid rushed towards the front door to watch the master, her bird-like feet clicking against the floor with every step. She waved at him as his car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared over the distance. Even after he was long gone, she continued to wave, just in case she was still in his sights. When she was sure that he could not possibly see her, she lowered her arm and continued to stare out into the distance, just in case he came back. Slowly, she tore herself away and began her work.
     Lya gripped her broom and swept around the dusty manor. Though she was the only still maid employed by the master, his predictable schedule allowed her to focus on the areas that he went through the most. There were many rooms that the master never entered, so she thought that anyone more than her was unnecessary. She thoroughly dusted and shined all of his favorite furniture, making sure that the cushions were properly fluffed so that they could be as comfortable as possible. The maid then polished the floor until it was mirror like. Looking at her own reflection, a small frown formed when she saw that her necklace had fallen out of place. After admiring it for a brief moment, Lya slipped it back beneath her apron.
     In a few hours, the kikimora finished with her chores. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she slowly set aside her broom. Now she could begin her true work. After carefully bringing a chair over to a table, she brought out a curious device and pressed a button. The recorder repeated all of the messages that the manor received, and Lya meticulously wrote down who called and why.
     Three telemarketers.
     Three calls asking if the master could attend some parties hosted by his parents’ friends
     Two from his work reminding him about some event
     She then researched as much as she could about each one before filing her reports away when she determined that they were all merely low level threats to the master. He would be informed as soon as he returned home, though she would give him a much more concise version so that she would not waste his time with such trivial things. Satisfied with her work, she sat by a phone, just in case the master called home due to an emergency. As she waited, she stared at the wall with the master’s picture, losing herself to imagination.
     The ringing of the telephone roused her from her fantasies, and Lya excitedly picked it up to answer.
     “Hello,” she said, hoping to hear the master’s sweet voice. “This is the Toly residence. The master is not here at the moment, but I would be happy to answer in his stead.”
     There was silence for a moment, but the caller soon responded.
     “Uh, hey, this is Amy from the work. Could you tell Anthony about the meeting on Thursday? It’s important that he comes. And, um, could you ask him if he would like to have some dinner or anything?”
     Both ends were quiet for a moment.
     “Well, thanks.”
     With a click, the call ended. Lya calmly took a pen and wrote Amy under “highest threat”.
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     The master got home later that day, as exhausted as usual. Lya performed her usual routine of welcoming him home and retrieved the day’s newspaper, which was about some missing individuals around the area, many of them maids. When she saw the concerned look on the master’s face, a small smile formed on her lips as she swept towards his location.
     “Is something bothering you, master?” she implored, her feathery tail waving back and forth.
     He looked up from his paper to see his smiling maid. With a sigh, he set down the newspaper and motioned her closer.
     “It’s nothing, Lya,” he said, stifling a yawn. “I’m just worried about leaving you alone at home with all of these disappearances. Don’t know what I would do witho-”
     A hug from his maid cut off the rest of his sentence. Her soft, feathery arms enveloped him in a warm feeling, causing him to further drift off to sleep.
     “You don’t need to worry about me, master. I will always be here to protect you against filth, and I know that you will always be there for me. Neither of us have anything to worry about, especially not a murderer.”
     Her arms tightened around him, allowing the two of them to get more comfortable. The master unconsciously pulled her head towards him, gently stroking the feathers beneath her white cap.  Not resisting at all, the kikimora allowed herself to get closer. After assuming a comfortable position, both of them began to fall asleep. Before either could lapse into unconsciousness, the master quickly got up and rushed towards his room, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Lya could barely protest before he wished her goodnight and closed the door to his room. Scolding herself for letting her feelings get out of hand, she once again picked up her broom and cleaned the area around her. As she swept the already clean floors, her mind wandered to how warm the master felt against her, how comfortably she fit against the crook of his neck. She wanted to feel it again. When she noticed that the master had fallen asleep, she realized that she could.
     The door to Anthony’s bedroom creakily opened up as Lya entered, her feet clicking against the hard floor. She carefully slipped through, her eyes locked on the master’s sleeping form the entire time. Once she was inside, she closed the door, making sure to be as quiet as possible. After that, she turned to face him. Her golden eyes shone brightly in the dark.
     Though she had been in the room many times, what she was about to attempt was a first for her. Slowly she walked towards his bed, every step letting out an echoing click. Her gaze was fixated upon his face. She studied his face, already so worn down with work. She noticed that he was sleeping differently; he wasn’t usually so curled up. Could he still be worrying about her safety? Or could he be flustered about earlier? The kikimora smiled as she pondered. She then reached her hand out and gently stroked his face, brushing his hair to the side so she could better see his face. She knew that he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. Carefully, she began to wrap her arms around him, staring at his face the entire time. The sweet scent of his hair almost made her feel intoxicated. She could feel his body radiating warmth.
     Suddenly, she stopped and backed away. How would the master react if he discovered what she was doing? Surely he would reject such advances, if his reaction to what happened earlier was any indication. Slowly, she walked away until she reached the wall. The maid turned around to watch him, her golden eyes glowing in the darkness. Though she may not sleep with him, she will make sure that she is the first and last thing he sees every day.
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     Lya was busy sweeping up the house again when she heard the doorbell ring. Expecting to see the tired but delightful face of her master, she was shocked to see a woman there. The surprise visitor looked around and asked, “Can I come inside?”
     The kikimora rapidly thought of excuses to not let her into her master’s house. She couldn’t accuse her of being the one behind the maids disappearing. Would the woman believe her if she said that her master wouldn’t allow anyone inside? What if her master sent her? While she was pondering a way to keep the guest out, the woman stood outside, occasionally glancing inside the manor past Lya. Realizing that the maid wasn’t going to do anything anytime soon, she gently pushed her out of the way and let herself in. Stunned by how bold her actions were, it took the kikimora a moment to catch up to her.
     “Wow,” said the visitor as she looked around the manor. “I knew that Anthony’s family was rich, but I didn’t know he was this well off.” Before she could explore it, Lya pushed her into the kitchen. Though a bit confused at first, the woman was content to watch the maid prepare dinner for her master.
     After a brief moment of silence, Lya asked her a question.
     “Who are you?”
     “Oh, my name is Amy Lancelin. I’m one of Anthony’s coworkers.”
     Lya stopped sharpening the knife when she heard those words. She turned her head to face the woman and asked another question.
     “Were you the one that called earlier? About a dinner?”
     Amy blushed at this, and briefly looked away, unaware that the maid was glaring at her.
     “I-I didn’t know that you were the same maid that answered the phone. Did he ever respond?”
     “Yes,” Lya answered coldly. “He did not accept your proposal and requested that you should never call him again.”
     The woman was aghast at this news at first, but a smile grew on her face as she got out of her seat and walked towards the kikimora. In a sudden movement, she patted her on the back and gave her a hug..
     “Oh, I see what’s going on here,” said Amy in a teasing tone. “You also have feelings for Anthony, don’t you? God, I don’t know how I am suppose to compete with his actual maid. How about you go easy on me and let me hav-”
     Her joking was interrupted when Lya shoved her away, causing her to hit her head on the table. As she tried to get up, Amy noticed that she was holding something in her hand. It was Lya’s necklace, cracked from the fall. The maid stared at the broken jewelry, then back at the woman, the unwelcome intruder in her master’s home. A few moments later, the sharpened knife was dull once again.
     Anthony got home later that day, just as exhausted as always. To his joy, his maid was waiting there for him, preparing his dinner. As always, the pork was delicious. He didn’t see the despair on her face as she took away his plates so she could wash them.
     ‘How could my master enjoy the taste of that filthy whore?’ she thought to herself.
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     The kikimora stared at her master’s picture, still dismayed about the idea that anyone else could be with him. Surely he remembers what he promised?  Her master didn’t have the best memory, but she knew that he would never forget something so important. She tried to calm down, but thoughts of losing him penetrated her mind. Feathers fell from her as she shook herself in an attempt to forget such awful notions. No, Lya will find a way to make him hers. Her strategy of waiting for him was taking far too long. ‘But first,’ she thought as she looked at the little used wine glasses in the dark basement, ‘I’m going to need some alcohol.’
     Lya was well prepared for her master when he got home. After looking for a while, she managed to find an old dress that she thought was attractive. The alcohol she bought would not be detected by her master in his exhausted state, something that made her appreciate her master’s busy schedule. Now all she had to do was wait for him to fall into her arms.
     When Anthony got home, he was surprised to see his maid dressed in one of his mother’s old dresses, though not at all displeased. The white fabric tightly clung to her shapely hips and breasts, with a long slit showing off one of her bird like legs, Her shoulders were free from any clothes, and her arms were wrapped in white gloves, a bulge forming where her feathers were. Most amusing to him was that she still kept her white cap. He also noticed that she was displaying the necklace proudly. There seemed to be a crack in it. His maid leisurely strode towards him, her hips swaying in an exaggerated motion that he couldn’t help but find humorous. She greeted him with the same words she always did, but this time with a seductive tone.
     “Welcome home, master.”
     His maid then offered him a glass of his favorite drink, just as she always did. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to go through with what he promised her so long ago. As he accepted the glass, he failed to noticed the discarded container of methanol that Lya had previously purchased. With one last look at his maid’s loving smile, Anthony took a drink.
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     The young kikimora took her first step into the imposing manor. Though she was only 14, she was confident enough in her skills as a maid to be able to take such a large job, though there will be other maids to help her. However, she thought with a bit of melancholy, she knew that the master of the house was already married, and she did not want to be caught in any sort of affair. As she walked through the large house, she felt like someone was watching her. The new maid turned around to see a young boy following her. He couldn’t be no more than ten. Slowly, he walked towards her and offered his hand.
     “Hello,” he said in a formal tone unusual for someone his age. “My name is Anthony. I am here to welcome you to the Toly Manor.”
     The kikimora accepted his handshake and introduced herself, trying to be just as formal as he was.
     “Hello,” she responded. “My name is Lya Dove. I am glad to be working for such a polite gentleman such as you.”
     The young boy turned away from her at this statement, his face flushed red. He quickly gave her an assignment and ran away. Despite the suddenness of his appearance, she was looking forward to meeting him again.
     A few months later, Anthony stopped Lya in the hall. When she asked him why, the young boy responded with another question.
     “Hey, Lya? Do you enjoy being a maid.”
     The kikimora smiled at the inquiry and rubbed her hands through the boy’s hair.
     “Of course I do, Anthony. Especially for someone like you. That is what I am suppose to do.”
     After a brief moment of hesitation, Anthony handed her a box and quickly ran away. Lya was perplexed at his actions, but she had already determined that her young master was a bit strange. She turned her attention to the box that he had given her. Inside of it was a beautiful necklace; light reflected off of it in the most dazzling ways. A note was beneath the jewelry. Written in an untidy scrawl were the words: Will you marry me when we grow up?
     Lya smiled and place the necklace around her neck.
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     It was bright when Anthony regained conscious. His stomach was in agony, and he could hardly breathe. Ignoring the immense pain he was in, the man attempted to identify where he was. Feeling great irritation in his eyes, he blinked. The room stayed white. Anthony tried to blink again, only to cry out in pain as when his stomach became too much. Nausea overcame him as he vomited, his insides feeling like they were corroding. Suddenly, he heard a familiar clicking noise approaching him.
     “Are you okay, master?” asked Lya as she wrapped her arms around him. Anthony writhed in her embrace in an effort to free himself, but to no avail. Her hug pulled him closer, causing him to be squished against her body. Slowly, she began stroking his hair, much like how a little girl would comb a doll.
     “I so sorry, master,” she whispered into his ear. “But I was so afraid that something would happen to you. I made sure that I was the only maid around because I am the only one who knows exactly how to take care of you, master. You don’t need any of those other tarts. They would simply hurt you, master. I am the only woman you will ever need.”
     She continued to ramble on about how she would take care of him and how he will always be safe with her. Anthony wanted to cry out at her, to yell at her for being so obsessive when all she had to do was ask him, but nothing came out but a series of harsh coughs. He then felt her finger against his lips and her feathers against his chin and neck.
     “Master,” she began in a seductive tone. “I am so glad that I am the last thing you will ever see. I love you.”
     With that, her face got close to his, and she kissed him deeply.