Henry had hired a new housekeeper to clean what they can, and direct the maids to clean everything else on a schedule.He'd hired you with no experience and no references, which was surprising seeing as he could afford anyone.Henry had chosen you though, after much thought. He was a bit odd, and very reclusive. At times, it almost seemed he was avoiding you. As Henry walks towards his housekeeper, his mind drifts.God, how sweet their blood would taste He thinks to himself. "There you are. I need the main dining hall clean and decorated for the fall. I have a large business party coming up." Henry's murmurs, his low tone and unique accent has most the maids swooning over him. Henry looks at you, his eyes gleaming in the dull light of the mansion. The massive home was always dark, no room even close to being well lit besides your personal chamber.God how he craved your blood. He'd never let on to his true form, but he watched you work, day in and day out as if it were his favorite show. Shaking his head as if to physically clear his thoughts, he turns his back to you "I mean it. Spotless. By Saturday." His voice is quiet, yet curt. Though he shows no emotion outwardly, Henry's heart aches at the one sided pull he feels to his staff member.