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Flying- Sabrina's Story
Topic Started: Jul 26 2014, 08:13 AM (550 Views)
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((Why, hello there! :D I see that you've stumbled upon the backstory of Sabrina Flynn, an acrobat from the past with a love of flying. This will explain why she is the way she is today.
There are several things you should know first, though….
-The story will be told mostly in third person point of view, but it will also told in letters between Sabrina and other characters from her past and journal entries written by Sabrina.
-Sabrina was born in Ancient Rome, so she's fluent in Latin. When the characters are speaking in the now-dead language, the words will be in bold.
-The journal entries and letters will all be italicized.
-Storywise, the journal entries might be written in Latin, but to make your job as the reader (and mine as the writer!) easier, they will be written in English.
-Depending on where she is, Sabrina will go by a different name, so throughout the backstory, I will use several different names when referring to her. When the name used for her is switched, I'm going to attempt to make that as clear as possible.
At a first glance, she just seems rude, but this will truly explain why she does the things she does. Because it goes so in depth with her character and there's so many things to cover, it might be a bit long, but hopefully it makes understanding her easier, and you enjoy reading it! :D
It might be a bit dark in places, so the tenderhearted should beware! :P
Alright, I think that's everything. If you're still here (I didn't bore you to death, did I?) then please enjoy learning about the past of Sabrina Flynn!)
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A Year Later...

Star laughed and cheered as the plane went higher and higher. It wasn't crashing! There weren't any problems.
"Yes!" She screamed. Two and a half years of being beaten, abused, and fixing the blueprints for the plane by night had finally paid off.
She was laughing, shouting, cheering as she landed the plane smoothly. Star jumped out and did a happy twirl. She had done it! She'd helped invent the first airplane!
"I take it the new design is flawless?" Simville asked.
"Yes, sir!" Star agreed excitedly. Her excitement earned her a slap.
"Show me respect," he growled.
"Yes, sir," she agreed again, the excitement gone from her voice and her face. It was scary how one person could make her mood plummet so quickly.
He smiled. "Then we've done it!"
Simbur let out a whoop and the brothers cheered. Star bit her lip, and finally said, "I want thirty percent."
The celebration stopped immediately. "What. Did. You. Say?" Simbur growled.
Star tilted her chin upwards so she looked them both straight in the eye. "I want thirty percent of everything we make," she repeated, and then added, "Without me, you couldn't have built this! I'm the one that made corrections to your blueprints! And I did the dangerous part- I flew the prototypes! I want thirty percent!"
Simbur picked her up by her throat and she kicked at him. "Ooh, spirited today," he mocked as she gasped for air. "We could kill you and no one would care. You're worthless."
He threw her down to the ground and looked towards his brother. "I'm afraid we'll have to get rid of you," Simville said, his voice full of faux sadness.
"No!" Star screamed, but that earned her a kick to the face from Simville. Blood gushed from her nose and she cupped her hands under her nose to catch the blood.
Simville pulled out his new knife and held it against her throat to keep her from moving. "You are worthless and no one will ever love you. You might not believe me now, but I'll spare you the pain of finding out I'm right by ending your miserable life."
"In the most painful way possible," Simbur chuckled darkly.
If someone had been in the forest in the next two hours, they would've heard the chilling screams of a ten and a half year old girl as the brothers now credited with inventing the airplane tortured her in gruesome ways. But there was no one to hear, and no one to save Star. She didn't expect anyone to, though. She had learned that if she fell, there would be no one to catch her.

Alfred Solomon whistled cheerfully as he walked through the meadow, looking for the flowers he had been sent to get. He was an employee at the Bridgeport pharmacy, and they needed a certain flower to grind up and add to a paste for toothache.
He walked over the hill, still whistling, but he stopped abruptly when he saw the body of a girl with her hands and feet bound and her head in the stream. She was drowning!
He raced over and pulled her out. She was unconscious and there was a piece of paper in her shoulder, held there by a nail.
"C'mon, breathe," he urged as he performed chest compressions to get the water out of her lungs and the girl breathing again.
He breathed a relieved sigh when she coughed up the water and drew a shaky breath. Alfred held her hair back as she vomited, and then he carefully pulled the nail from her shoulder. He read the paper quickly:
Here lies Star, a b**** with a constellation of insecurities. She was so ugly and worthless she saw her reflection in the river and died.
Alfred crumpled it up and threw it into the river. His hands were shaking in anger. How could someone treat this girl that way? He could tell she hadn't done this herself. There was a gash on her face, and raw red marks on her hands like she'd been whipped. He could see scars and blood all over her arms, and her clothing was soaked with blood and vomit, telling him there was likely more injuries all over the too-thin girl.
"Who did this to you? Why?" He asked when she was breathing normally again.
Star stared at him strangely, completely confused. "Why?" She echoed. "Because I needed to be reminded of my worth."
"So they did this to you?" Alfred questioned.
"Yes. I'm worthless and I needed to be reminded of that," she replied, completely convinced.
"You're not worthless," he insisted.
She looked away from him. "Yes I am."
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Three Days Later...

Star sat in the corner of the attic of Bridgeport's only pharmacy. She had found an empty journal up here in one of the empty crates, and had stolen a pencil from downstairs.
Star had always kept a journal. Her mother did, so by doing the same thing, it made the ten and a half year old girl feel close to her. Back in Pompeii, Star used to love reading her mothers journal, which described Augustus and Serena's wedding, what it was like to be a faery and fly, and Serena's excitement when she discovered that she was expecting the couple's first child.
So now Star wrote, but unlike her mother, she couldn't write happy things.
Two teenage girls were in the pharmacy yesterday. They had just seen a play and spoke of finding their Prince Charming.
As I thought about that, I decided I couldn't wait around for him to find me and rescue me- I can't wait around for anyone to rescue me. That will never happen. I'm not going to wait to be saved and then get my happy ending. I'll have to make it myself.
Because, truthfully, there's deep, dark secret of human and supernatural kind: we need to be around others since we aren't solitary beings, but we can't depend on others. The only person you can truly ever trust is yourself, and I cannot even do that right now. But if I can't depend on anyone or trust anyone, not even myself, where does that leave me?

Star slammed the journal shut and hid it when she heard footsteps on the creaky attic stairs.
"Helloo?" It was that boy.... Alfred, that was his name. "You up here, girly?"
Girly- that's what he called her at the moment. He said that was the nickname he had for his sister, and she reminded him a bit of her.
She caught a glimpse of his well trimmed, golden, curly hair, and slid farther back into the shadows. He seemed nice, but looks could be decieving, she had learned.
"I can see you, y'know," he chuckled, coming over and crouching in front of her. His indigo eyes didn't look hostile, but he could just be a good liar for all she knew.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" Alfred prompted when she didn't respond.
"No, sir," she replied. Fear was clear in her grey eyes. She thought he was going to hit her for not telling.
He frowned. "Hmmm... I guess I'll just have to come up with one, then." He paused and thought for a moment, and then his face lit up. "Eclipse, " Alfred decided. "If you won't tell me your name, I'll call you Eclipse."
Star- no, she was Eclipse now- nodded. "Yes, sir."
"You don't have to call me 'sir'," he insisted. "Most people just call me AJ."
"Alright, sir," Eclipse agreed quietly.
Alfred laughed. "I give up!"
"I'm sorry, sir," she replied quietly.
"You don't need to be sorry," he responded. "You've done nothing wrong."
"Alright, sir." She still looked tense.
He helped her stand. "Lets get you cleaned up," he suggested in a kind, brotherly way. "Then I'll teach you how to make some salve to help the cuts on your wrists and forearms."
She looked ill when he mentioned the scars and cuts. "If you wish, sir."
Eclipse followed him down the stairs to the second story. He held open a door. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Markwell's room," he told her. "But Mrs. Markwell said I should use her hair brushes and wash cloths to clean up your face and hair."
The timid girl nodded and followed him to a mirror. When she looked in the mirror, she saw herself the way Simbur and Simville had taught her to view herself- ugly, pathetic, and worthless.
Alfred undid her braid and began to brush her blonde curls, humming. "My sisters taught me how to do hair," he commented.
"How many sisters do you have, sir?" Eclipse asked, but then flinched. She expected to be hit for asking.
Alfred was worried by how she reacted, but didn't reveal it. "Thirteen, all younger than me," he told her. "I'm the only boy."
"I see, sir," she replied as she bit her lip anxiously.
"You have nice hair," he complimented. "My littlest sisters would love to braid it."
She looked down, her face turning red. "Please don't lie."
"Lie?" He repeated. "Why would I do that?"
She didn't answer, but Alfred understood- she viewed herself as a waste, an ugly worthless waste.
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Thirteen Months Later…

Eclipse giggled as she covered Alfred's eyes with her hands. "Hi, big brother," she said cheerfully. She had taken to calling him that. It had taken a long time, but she now understood that Alfred wouldn't hurt her.
"Hmm…." Alfred tapped the pen he had been writing with against his chin. "I wonder who could be behind me…" He suddenly dropped the pen and reached his hands behind him, tickling her.
"Eeek!" She screeched, sliding away from him and trying not to laugh.
Alfred grinned at her. He was the only person she trusted completely, and he took pride in the fact he'd been able to help the abused little girl. He hadn't reversed the effects of what had happened to her- no, he still couldn't compliment her or talk about her scars, and any talk of punishment scared the life out of her- but he had been able to teach her that a hug wouldn't suffocate her, that he wouldn't give her new scars, and that there was good in the world. Still, at the back of his mind, the nagging doubt that some of her fears and feelings of self-doubt and insignificance would never truly fade.
He shook his head jokingly. "Here I was, trying to finish taking inventory, and I was interrupted…"
"I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not," Eclipse responded cheekily.
Alfred feigned hurt before turning back to writing down how many bottles of stomachache medicine they had in their inventory.
"Can you teach me how to make a new medicine?" Eclipse asked as she looked over his elbow at what he was writing.
The seventeen year old laughed. "Fine. But afterwards you have to let me finish this for Mr. Markwell."
Eclipse smiled at him. "Deal!"
"Alright, c'mon, girly." Alfred lead her out of the storeroom and up to the counter. He reached under and pulled out a tube of toothache medicine. "Remember how you said your teeth hurt?"
Eclipse nodded and poked her tongue through the hole where a week ago, a baby tooth had been. "You said it was because a new tooth was coming in," she remembered.
"Exactly. But if we make this toothache medicine, it can help you as well as old people who didn't take care of their teeth." Alfred handed her the tube. "Read the ingredients," he told her.
The eleven year old girl quickly scanned them. She was quite smart, and now that she was in a place where she could learn with someone to teach her, she was excelling. Several seconds later, she proudly said, "Done!"
"Excuse me?" A tall, dark-haired girl interrupted whatever Alfred was going to say. He turned to face her with a pleasant smile. "Yes, how can I help you, miss?"
"I'm looking for some medication," she told him "And I was wondering if you could help me find it?" She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.
Eclipse watched, amusement dancing in her eyes, as Alfred helped the tall girl find the medication she wanted, and then Eclipse giggled when she saw the discomfort on Alfred's face when the girl began to whisper in his ear.
"Hey, whore, get your filthy hands off him!" The voice belonged to Alfred's sweetheart, Violet Flynn, who was in no way a a shrinking violet. She stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips and an amused grin on her face.
The dark-haired girl backed away immediately and shot a glare towards Violet. Alfred sent Violet a relieved glance as the dark-haired girl scurried off without buying anything and Eclipse snickered.
"Hey, Vi," Alfred said, trying to seem cool.
"Nice work handling that creep," she teased before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Eclipse went over and tugged on Alfred's hand. "You can spend time with Violet," she told him. "And we can make the medicine some other time."
"Oh, I didn't realize I was interrupting! I'm sorry, Eclipse!" Violet apologized.
Eclipse smiled and shook her head. "It's alright," she replied. She didn't trust Violet completely like she did Alfred, but she did trust her quite a bit and admired her as well. Violet didn't give a d*** if people thought she acted unladylike. She said was she thought while still being kind (mostly), she loved to help others, and she didn't let anyone pick on Eclipse.
Alfred glanced down at the blonde haired girl. "You sure?" He questioned.
"Very," Eclipse agreed. "Go have fun."
"Let's go to the beach in Sunset Valley!" Violet suggested.
"Sounds grand," Alfred agreed. He tugged on Eclipse's braid gently in a brotherly way. "Be good," he told her.
"When am I not?" She replied with a wicked grin.
Violet laughed and then waved good-bye to the girl as she tugged Alfred out the door. Eclipse waved back until they were out of sight before going up to the attic and pulling her journal out of it's hiding place. She leaned back against the wall, not caring if her blue and white striped knee length dress got dusty. She chewed on the edge of her pencil and then began to write:
Violet came to visit Alfred today and they've just gone to the beach.
I'm jealous.
Not because I didn't get to go to the beach- oh no! I don't wear swimsuits. My scars would be so obvious.
But because I want someone to look at me the way Alfred looks at Violet. Even when Alfred and Violet are fighting, it's so clear that they're in love. When I grow up, I want that.
But that'll never happen. No one will ever love me. I understand that.

Eclipse shut the book with a sigh and slid it back into it's hiding spot.
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The Next Day...

"Violet?" Eclipse asked cautiously.
The older girl looked up from her book. She and Eclipse were watching the store counter for Alfred and Mr. and Mrs. Markwell. Mr. and Mrs. Markwell had gone to visit Mrs. Markwell's mother, who was ill, and Alfred had to run to the store to buy something.
"Yes?" Violet asked as she brushed a dark brown lock of hair behind her ear.
".... What's it like to fall in love?" Eclipse asked as her face turned red and she looked down.
Violet laughed kindly. "So you've started thinking about things like that?" She teased.
"Maybe," the eleven year old girl mumbled as her face turned redder.
Violet closed her book and thought for a moment. "To fall in love?" She repeated thoughtfully. "It's hard to explain..."
"Oh," Eclipse replied. "Alright." She turned back to wiping down the counter.
"I didn't say it was impossible," Violet laughed. She leaned back against the counter as Eclipse looked up at her attentively. "Lets start with what love is. True love.... it's not finding someone who will solve your problems. No, it's finding someone who won't let you face them alone. It's when you care more about if they're smiling than if you are. It's not about finding someone that will never make you sad or fight with you- it's when you find someone that will hold you and wipe away the tears after a fight, and won't leave, even when things get tough. Real love is the fact that even when you go through rough patches, you still love them. It's finding someone who makes your forget you heart was ever broken, who can make every time you cried vanish from your memory. It's when you can run into a guy looking a mess because you were off doing something unladylike like running and he'll still think you're beautiful. It's when you do little things to make them smile because you think their smile is the most amazing thing in the world- it's when you clean for them when they're tired, give them a kiss when they don't expect it, let them pick what you'll have for dinner or where you'll go on your date even if you hate their choice, it's telling them 'I love you' instead of arguing. It's knowing they're not perfect and loving them anyway."
Eclipse made a list in her journal of everything Violet said and sighed happily. It all sounded so perfect. "How do you know when you've fallen or you're falling in love?" Eclipse asked curiously.
Violet smiled. "It's when you catch them looking at you and you want them to think 'I love that girl'. You might look at them and realize you wouldn't mind waking up next to them every morning for the rest of your life, even when they're old and grey. When they annoy you, and you realize you want to spend ever irritating moment with them, you're falling in love. It's when you discover that love is no longer just a word: someone special has given it meaning."
As Violet spoke, Eclipse could hear the nagging voices of Simbur and Simville, reminding her that she would never be loved. The grey-eyed girl shook her head. She might believe the Wright brothers, but right now she wanted to pretend she could find the love Violet talked about.
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Five Months Later...

It was late at night- almost midnight. Eclipse had learned that due to her parentage, she didn't recieve the dark urges witches did thanks to her mother's faery blood. She had also learned she was a bit more powerful than almost all witches, and she was determined to test that out. At midnight, witches power was at it's strongest, she had been told.
She sat in the attic near the single window that moonlight spilled through. She resembled a ghost, with her silent movements, her fair skin, her pale curls that shone in the moonlight, and her white, knee-length nightgown. On her lap was her father's book of spells. It was a heavy, black leather-bound book.
She hummed a lullaby her father used to sing her as she waited. Midnight would come soon. She knew it. She opened the spellbook to the spell she wanted. It was a spell for fire. She wanted wanted to see if she could light the one hundred candles she'd set up in the attic.
Eclipse heard the great grandfather clock in the hallway on the second story ticking closer and closer to midnight. She murmured the spell, and a ball of fire hovered over her palm. She threw it at the nearest candle and it went immediately to it and lit it. It gave the room a pleasing aroma and a comforting glow.
She laughed delightedly. She hadn't gotten to practice magic while the Wright brothers had her trapped, but now she was able to try anything she wanted.
She whispered another word and began to float a foot off the ground. She laughed and held out her hands as if she was preparing to catch a ball and an orb of flames began to grow in between them. She could feel the heat of it, but the flames didn't burn her.
"Eclipse?" It was Alfred.
She spun around to face him, beaming with pride. Then the clock chimed midnight and she lost control.
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Three Hours Later...

"Ugh," Eclipse groaned as she sat up. Why was she in the attic?
Then it came back to her. She stood hurriedly and then her eyes landed on Alfred- or what was left of him.
"No!" She cried, running over to the body. Her friend was so badly burned that she couldn't recognize him. And it was all her fault. "Violet! Mr. Markwell! Mrs. Markwell!" She screamed as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Come quick! Please!"
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A Year Later...

"Oi, Rena, get to the kitchens now!" Mrs. Howard sighed as she passed by the thirteen-year-old-girl's room.
The pale blonde girl looked up from her sketch of a plane with a sigh. After Alfred's death, she needed to get away from everything. Mrs. Markwell had told her about how her nephew was going to work as a servant for rich English nobility that lived in France, and how it paid well and her nephew would be glad to help her get a job.
What Eclipse- now known as Rena- hadn't realized was how stuck on the ground the job would keep her. The only thing that broke her daily schedule and could make her laugh was Bennet.
"Hey, sunshine, get your lazy self working or else Mrs. Howards would blow a gasket and force me to do your job!"
Ah, speak of the devil. Bennet Markwell leaned against the doorway with his arms loosly crossed. His reddish-brown hair was a mess and his aqua eyes were laughing at her. Her was almost two years older than her, so he was almost fifteen.
"Oh, quit your whining, you lazy bum," Rena replied. After spending around a year with Bennet, she'd begun to pick up some of his mannerisms. He never truly insulted someone, so calling someone a "lazy bum" was one of his favorites.
"Pick up the pace, lass," he laughed. "Today's the day the family is throwing the engagement party for the eldest daughter. You might have to go upstairs." He raised his eyebrows mysteriously.
Rena slid the sketch back into her journal and stood. She quickly tied her apron over her simple light blue dress. "I've never been upstairs in the whole time I've been here," she responded, heading out into the hallway and closing the door behind her. She walked quickly towards the kitchens. It was only five am, but already all the servants were up and working. "I'm stuck in the kitchens, remember?"
Bennet shrugged as he walked beside her with a wicked grin. "Yeah, but that's not necessarily a bad thing..."
She whirled around to face him. "Bennet Markwell! Have you been stealing food when I'm not looking?"
"Possibly..."
"You could get me in trouble!"
"But I haven't."
"You're frustrating!"
"I try."
She jokingly shoved him and then took off running towards the kitchens when she heard the cook, Mrs. Gardner, screech, "RENA!!!"
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Half An Hour Later...

Rena raced upstairs. She had to get the fires started for the nobles. "I guess Bennet was right," she chuckled to herself. She slowed as she reached the upstairs part of the grand home and began to walk, keeping a perfect posture even though she had to carry a heavy bucket of coal.
She stepped into the breakfast room first, and knelt down at the fireplace. Rena began to work, not caring if coal and dust got in her hair or smeared all over her face.

He stepped down the stairs silently, his black shoes not making any noise. He wanted to be the first one down to breakfast so that his twin brother didn't steal all the strawberries and cream. The fourteen year old boy skipped the last twenty steps, instead choosing to jump over the stair railing and land silently.
He grinned. Not even his parents, as powerful as they were, could boast being as quiet as him.
He stepped in the breakfast room, running a hand through his hair, and the maid startled. She jumped up, and spun around, keeping her eyes on the ground like servants were supposed. "My apologies, sir. I did not realize you would require the room this early," she apologized.
He gasped. It was her voice. That was her face and her hair too. Her face was streaked with dust and dirt, she was paler than he remembered, and she was older, but it was definitely her.
"Serena?"
The maid's head snapped up, and her stormy grey eyes widened with recognition. "Atticus?"
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Four Months Later..

Rena had never had nightmares before. When she was with the Wright brothers, she was too exhuasted each night to dream. When she was at the pharmacy, Alfred had her drink a tea with special ingredients in it before bed to stop any dreams.
But now there was nothing to stop them. She tossed and turned, her dark memories haunting her sleep. She screamed in horror when in her memory of a dream, her father was swallowed by lava.

Atticus heard his friend scream. In the last four months, he had learned where she'd been for the last few years of her life, and they had been rebuilding their friendship.
So when he heard her scream, he figured it was his responsibility to go check on her. He rushed down the stairs to the servants quarters and peeked around the corner into Rena's room.
What he saw made his lips curl into a frown: Bennet Markwell was already there, and he held Rena in a hug as he whispered comforting words to her.
Atticus walked back towards his room gloomily. How he hated Bennet Markwell. No, hated wasn't the right word. He was jealous of Bennet and the friendship he had with Rena. He was allowed to socialize with her because Bennet was only a footman and Rena only the cook's helper.
But Atticus? He was the d*** heir to his father's lands, fortune, and titles. Speaking to Rena could get her dismissed, so it was much harder to spend time with his former best friend.
"You heard her scream too, then?" Standing at the top of the stairs was Atticus's twin brother, Marcus.
"Yes," Atticus replied coldy. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his snobby brother.
"Did the footman beat you to it?" Marcus snickered.
Atticus glared at him as he closed the door to the downstairs part of the grand home behind him. "Shut it."
"You've fallen for her!" Marcus cackled. "Oh, this is rich! You're competing with the footman for the witch's heart!"
"Shut it," Atticus growled again.
"This is so amusing that maybe I should enter the contest," Marcus chuckled darkly, eyeing his identical twin. "She is rather lovely... perhaps I'll go steal all her firsts, brother dearest."
Atticus slammed him against the wall, his hand gripping his twin's throat tightly to cut off the oxygen flow. "You will not touch her. If you do...." Atticus left the threat unfinished, knowing that made the threat scarier since it left the imagination to wander. He punched Marcus in the face, breaking his the cruel young man's nose. Atticus dropped him and stormed up the stairs.
He was halfway up when Marcus called something that made him shudder. "Ah, but you can't be watching the beautiful witch all the time, now can you?"
Atticus broke into a run towards his room as Marcus laughed cruelly.
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Nine Months Later...

Rena cleaned the fireplace as quitely as she could. Ah, the life of a servant: work from way before sunrise to way after sunset.
"I didn't realize they actually had people cleaning the fireplaces. They're filthy, so start doing a better job." It was a cold male voice. It sounded like Atticus, but he would never speak like that to anyone, including the servants."
She stood hurriedly and curtseyed. "My apologies, sir," she murmured as she studied the ground.
She saw the black shoes walk towards her, and was forced to look up when a hand cupped her face and tilted it up. She groaned inwardly when she realized it was Marcus, the second born son that had an odd fascination with her.
"I didn't realize it was you, miss," Marcus said, studying her. "You're still quite beautiful, even if you're covered in ashes." He smirked.
Rena blushed, glad the coal dust hid it. "Thank you, sir," she murmured.
He wrapped an arm around her waist. "If I told you I could give you the time of your life, what would you say?" He winked.
Rena glared at him defiantly. "I'd say to take you s*** and go straight to h3ll," she responded honestly.
"Ooh, such high morals you have," he laughed wickedly. His fingers grasped the buttons on her dress and tried to undo them against her will, but luckily the door flew open.
It was Bennet. He took one look at ths situation and said coldly, "Sir, why do you have your hands on the kitchen maid?"
"Why not?" Marcus snarled.
"I will warn you not to touch her, sir," Bennet responded firmly.
Marcus threw Sabrina into the ground. "Fine," the cruel young man laughed. "She's worthless unless you need a whore anyway." He left the room as silently as he had come.
Rena stood and brushed off her dress. "Thank you," she said to Bennet.
"What're friends for?" He chuckled. "Come along, sunshine. Walter, George, and I are going to teach you to dance!"

"Can't you play anything but the bagpipes, Walt?" Bennet complained.
"No, to play more than one instrument he'd have to be talented," George snickered.
"Oh, shut up," Walter grumbled. "We gonna teach the lady to dance or what?"
Rena laughed softly at the Markwell brothers' bickering. "By the looks of it, I won't learn to dance any time soon," she teased.
"Oh, getting sassy now, are you, sunshine?" Bennet chuckled as he pulled her to her feet from where she had been sitting on a crate. He twirled her quickly and then grinned.
"I might step on your toes," she told him apologetically.
"Well, I've always been told they're my worst feature, so I don't truly mind," he joked as George began a lively tune on his fiddle.
Bennet was an amazing dancer- light on his feet, graceful, capable of keeping up with the fast played tune George played.
And, Rena was shocked to discover, she wasn't such a bad dancer either. She was actually graceful on her feet.
The music attracted the other servants, and soon enough, George was showing off and Walter was keeping him from running away with the music or else the many dancing servants might trip over their feet.
"Was Master Marcus being inappropriate with you earlier?" Bennet asked her quietly, so only she can hear.
"Yes," Rena replied. "I wish he wouldn't be that way."
Bennet grinned. "Well, I guess I'll just have to be the hero that conquers the dragon."
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This is a fan-made community that is in no way affiliated with Electronic Arts or The Sims Franchise - We're all just crazed fans. This wild and gladly fictional place is home to liars, cheaters, thieves, arsonists, murderers, occultists, vampires, werewolves, hybrids and many many more unpleasant things. No characters harmed in the making, but plenty were afterward.