Alysha fell to the floor, blood trickling down her cheeks.
"You pitiful human, can't you do anything right!" her owner snapped, She lifted her hand to her cheek, she let her hand stay against the cut, her hair hanging.
"Get that blood clean! I have a vistior coming!" She snapped again, Alysha nodded and got up, only to be pushed down again. her owner's son. He spat next to her, Alysha sighed and got up and went to find a mop. Alysha soon found the mop, and went back only to find someone had already tried cleaning, but it failed, she smiled sadly to herself and finished what someone had already started, her cheek had stopped bleeding, but it was red, and the cut had gone. Another "perk" of the job, no matter how much they hurt you, you would come back, even more stronger.
"Stupid girl, I'm so so stupid" she said to herself in a mumble.
She suddenly felt safe, not knowing where the feeling came from, since she was in hell, she looked up and saw her "master" talk to someone, he was cute, but he looked so alone.
"I wonder..." she mumbled, she moved her hair, that showed her bruise, that her master deligtfully gave her earlier today, she sighed and finished the mopping, putting the mop back, she was humming, the tune was an old lullaby that the vampire-hunters passed down.
Life is hard...

Death is easy...