Prologue

He needed some entertainment, or at least something to get his mind off of. As much as he hated having to get help from these people, he guessed it would have to suffice.

He had a worthless piano. At least it was worthless to him; he barely knew how to even play. He supposed if he was able to get a maid, he should be able to get a pianist, plus even maybe he could use the pianist to get more work done. It was sheer genius. He had gathered a small line of girls like he had done before, lying to their faces that he needed more domestic work to be done.

Of course all of the women raised their hands, and he sighed to himself. It wasn't going to be an easy pick. He looked up and down the line, wondering and pondering. He scanned quickly and noticed that most of the women were middle aged, and at least had children… except for one. One of the women looked to be only around … seventeen, eighteen at the most?

He sauntered over to her, and from the moment he stood right in front of her, he knew she was different. She didn't bow her head right away or seemed to be scared of him, instead she looked at him straight in the eyes with alertness, and a face that looked like she would challenge him.

"What can you do?" He asked simply.

She took in a deep breath, looking off to the side for a moment and then back up at him.

"I can cook and clean, fold clothes, wash dishes… anything you like." Her voice was monotone, and for some reason, he didn't think it was because of the horrors she saw every day.

He took in another breath before nodding his head, giving the gesture that she should follow him. She stayed close to his heels, but not too close. Upon entering the villa, the warmth bit her cheeks and she felt some type of relief. She quickly followed him up the stairs and in what seemed like a grand room, he stopped to show her the piano.

He glared at it for the millisecond he saw it, and then stopped abruptly.

She stopped in time as he did, and when he turned around, she looked up at him, blinking only once.

"Can you play?"

She leaned a little to get a better look at the piano before looking back up at him.

"Yes, I can play." She answered softly, looking down for only a split moment until she noticed him move to the side, his arm gesturing towards it.

"Play then."

She didn't hesitate while walking over to the piano and taking the seat. She looked down at the keys, and at that moment, she wasn't sure of which song to play. She thought that maybe in that moment, she couldn't play anything… it had been so long.

Before things could carry off in silence, she found her fingers on the ivories.

In the time it had taken her to even come up with Für Elise, he was ready to drag her out of his villa and shoot her but he had stopped once he heard the familiar tune. She played with no mistakes, and each note, sounded as if Beethoven was sitting right there in his grand room.

He saw how still she sat, her back straight. It was obvious that she had played piano for most of her life; she didn't even need sheet music. He started to move a bit closer, as he watched her from the back; he saw how her elbows were also straight. She was concentrated.

When she was almost two minutes in, he heard the intensity pick up of the piece, then stop softly, before picking up again and then going back to the same pace.

He was literally towering over her while she continued to play. Her small fingers reached all the keys, and even when his shadow has casted over her, she didn't falter. She didn't pause, she didn't mess up. He wondered if she was in some kind of different world where she played.

Then, the final notes came, and she finished.

The silence filled the room again, and as his eyes bored into the top of her skull, she didn't move or even look up.

He stood back and ordered her to stand up. She complied, even pushed the piano seat back in. She faced him while looking down at the floor. He watched how her demeanor had changed. He cocked his head to the side before making it straight and sighing a bit.

"Look at me,"

She did.

"From now on, you will play for whenever I ask. You will also help out the maid so that you're not completely useless and anything else that I ask of you. Understand?"

She nodded her head as he dismissed her to the maid, and as they turned to another part of the villa, they stopped when they heard the commandant's voice.

"New girl, I'll like you to play for dinner," They turned, only to see him go up the stairs to his bedroom. "And perhaps, for later on in the evening."

I have returned... as much as I wish I could sign in as 'writinishmehlife13' I cannot. The details are on my profile :( but! I hope that I can maybe continue this, that is if you all enjoyed this! Thank you!