She was by herself in her room. Her maids had a long way to reach her at their fastest speeds. Fiona was beaming with pure joy as she took out the 'Mary of Roses' from her sleeves and proceeded to bind the treasure to her. The treasure cast the room in a red light that caused the wall to glitter like polished gems. She took her sharp nail on her thumb and used it to p.r.i.c.ked her finger to draw blood. She didn't shy from the pain but grew excited to bind the treasure to her.

Blood started to drip on the treasure that illuminated her room. Fiona watched on excitedly as she saw her blood being absorbed. She cheered inwardly for having a Sage grade treasure bound to her. With the new connection, she has with the 'Mary of Roses' she can finally know the details of the treasure instead of something so vague as "strengthen the body and spirit". While Fiona was concentrating on finding the inner workings of the treasure, the aura from the 'Mary of Roses' intensified and the cut on her finger that was supposed to heal was bleeding once again. The bloom from the 'Mary of Roses' greedily sucked the blood from her finger like running water.

Fiona didn't seem to feel her blood leaving her body but, she did start to feel a sense of euphoria overcome her. She felt powerful and that she was a G.o.d that walked among mortals. All thoughts of rationality fled her mind and crazed thoughts of being in enlighten filled her very being. The red light continued to bathe her as her once healthy flesh grew pale and withered with the pa.s.sing time. Fiona never felt anything that was so blissful before.

The maids that tailed after their young miss of the Westhaven household finally caught up to their master that ran away. The courtyard was quiet and the doors were left a jarred, but they didn't see anything wrong with the scene in front of them. The treasure that their master took with her was what preoccupied their minds. It was almost on the point of obsession. They dashed into the inner rooms looking for the young miss. Even though what they were doing was considered unheard of, and against the status of a lowly servant, the feeling of greed filled them like no other. Like servants looting their masters' house, they knocked vases and furniture out of their way to find the 'Mary of Roses'.

One room was left cracked open and the lights turned off. One of the maids found their master's personal bedroom was the only room that they did rummage through and with the lights off. Somehow the little maid was able to sense if she looked into this room she would be able to find the treasure that took ahold of her mind. She sneakily looked both ways to make sure she was the only one there before she went into the room.

The door was still lightly creaked open since it was hard for her to see in the pitch black room. Before she could go deeper in the room, her foot b.u.mped into something that was light in weight and frail since it was extremely soft to the touch. The maid looked down to see a mummified corpse that was dressed in her master's clothes and accessories, and to her surprise, the corpse still had breath within it. If anybody were to see a person in such a state they would instantly call for help, but the maid instead bent down to dig into her mistress's clothes. She looked like a mad person digging and ripping into her clothes to find the 'Mary of Roses'. But to her disappointment, she couldn't find the treasure. In anger, she raised up her tiny fists to bang it against her mummified mistress head in hoping to break like an eggsh.e.l.l.

The little maid did get to far in her fit of rage. A mummified hand caught her tiny fists in one hold and crushed it under its pressure. The maid wanted to scream, but sharp jagged teeth bit down onto her neck destroying her windpipes in the process. Fiona drank her full until the maid underneath her body was a mummified sh.e.l.l.

Fiona felt transformed after she drank every last drop that her maid had to offer her. Her dried up skin started to crack and peel revealing a hard boil egg like skin underneath. She skin was beyond moist and plump, her skin was like snow and her facial features became more eye-catching. Her beauty before her transformation was nothing to speak of to what she looked like. Her very being was that of something that was a real fairy that breathed out s.e.x appeal.

The young miss of the household didn't know what came over her as she stumbles her way to her vanity mirror. Even though there was only a sliver of light in the pitch black room. She was able to see like it was a brand new day. When Fiona was able to take a good look at herself, she touches her beautiful face in disbelief. She was always considered pretty as a flower, but this time her looks were beyond beautiful. She couldn't believe that the 'Mary of Roses' had such ability to transform her this much. As her hands freely roamed her face in surrealism, she peered down and noticed the 'Mary of Roses' treasure growing out of her neck like it was blood jeweled choker. Instead of Fiona feeling alarmed of how it started to grow out of her body, she found it lovely and felt a sense of pride. She didn't know why, but she felt it natural for the treasure to become apart of her body.

She got up from her seat and made her way to the door because she didn't see any of her maids serving her. That's when she b.u.mped in the mummified corpse in her room on the floor. Fiona couldn't recall how the corpse dressed in the estate's maid's clothes ended up in her room. She felt instant disgust as she kicked the withered thing out the door.

The sound of the sudden clash of rattling bones caused the maids that were rummaging through her courtyard to run to her room. They looked at the person in the room dumbfounded, their moments of blackout rage dissipated the moment Fiona walked out of the room. She was 10 times more fluid with her moments as if she wasn't walking. He walks was mimic a rolling fog that sent chills down their spines, but what surprised the maids was that this woman that they saw before them was too beautiful.

One of the older maids with enough courage step forward and asked in disbelief, "are you young miss, Fiona Vaan of Westhaven?"

The brave maid was met with a cold glare that caused her to buckle at the knees.

"How dare you call upon my full name!"

"Please have mercy! Please have mercy," the maids cried. They couldn't believe that this was their master that was pretty as a flower and just as petty. Who would have thought such a great transformation would occur after she obtains the 'Mary of Roses'. The treasure that they were all hunting for was on full display on her neck like a blooming choker.