Me: I decided on something a little different, a little tragedy, you know! Enjoy!

Ian: yeah, whatever, Sam-Chan does not own beyblade, only the OC Sapphire

The stars beaming in the sky could not outshine up the darkness of that freezing, horrible night. My heels clicked against the cobblestones as I rushed towards my apartment.

This area of the neighborhood was rather bad, and I didn't want to be stuck here when the streetlights went out. My black dress swirled around my ankles, as I kept moving, casting anxious glances behind my shoulder.

I took a deep breath as I saw my apartment, the cheery lights greeting me warmly, and I sighed in relief. Striding up to the door, I took out my keys and inserted it into the lock. But it wouldn't go in, and I began to grow inpatient, realizing how cold it was becoming.

My dark blue eyes flashed with anger as I growled in anger. "Need help, darling?" a cold voice rang out in the cold night.

I stiffened and whirled around, but suddenly there was a horrible pain in my head, and all went black.

Why me? Out of everyone, I had to be the one to lose my life, my friends, everything? It just wasn't fair.

Then again, nothing really was in my life.

"Get moving." Brooklyn said sharply, yanking on the rope that went around my neck. I snarled at my captivator, but allowed him to drag me to a dark alley in the midst of the city, far away from WBBA headquarters.

"Now. Report." His dark green eyes gleamed with cruelness, as I whispered in a cracked voice, "Nothing to report." Brooklyn hadn't given me anything to drink since last week, and it was really taking its toll on my voice.

"What? Those stupid little idiots aren't planning to overtake Boris?"

"Duh no." I hissed, causing him to smack me across the face.

That was the third time today, and a large purple bruise was forming on my cheek. I spat at him, my eyes shooting daggers.

Brooklyn just laughed evilly and tugged roughly on my rope. He didn't allow me to stand, dragging me on my knees. Sharp rocks scraped my already battered legs, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain.

I dropped my head limply as he hauled me to my feet, my silver hair hanging around my face in dirty and ragged waves.

"Now listen to me."

Brooklyn bent down so he could look me in the eye.

"I assume you know Voltaire?"

I nodded curtly, and he continued, "Well, he needs a new maid, and I though that being the friend I am, I would help him out." He smirked evilly as realization crossed my face.

"No, no, NO!" I yelled, tears starting to fall down my face. Brooklyn may be a cold-hearted, self-centered baka, but he never let me out of his sight unless I was spying on the G-revolution team.

"The rule is only talk when I allow you to!" the orange-haired teen bellowed, murder flashing in his eyes. My eyes were consumed with fear and hate as the teen rose, pulling harshly on my rope.

Tears spilled out of my eyes as I realized I was going to pay for m

y outburst. Brooklyn took out a whip and a knife, and began to hit me. I screamed in pain as the knife slashed again and again, blood spilling from countless cuts.

The whip cut into my pale skin, leaving jagged scars across my legs and arms. Finally, he stopped, smirking at my bloody and badly battered form. He slung me over one shoulder and began to walk to the Hiwatari mansion.

When I woke up, I was kneeling in front of a huge mansion. It was pure white with golden statues and a tall fountain in the garden. Flowers of all colors bloomed in great arrays, and the fountain gushed clear blue water from the mouth of a gigantic bird.

But I didn't have much time to be amazed, because Brooklyn hauled me to my feet. He tightened the rope around my neck and handcuffed my hand behind my back. I growled angrily as he rang the doorbell. A man with white hair streaked with black opened it, grinning widely.

"Welcome. I've been expecting you. Brooklyn shoved me inside, nodded stiffly, and left. "And you must be the lovely Sapphire?" the man, who I assumed to be Voltaire, sneered. I tossed my head back.

"What's it to you, old man?" he glared at me and forced me to follow him to the main hall. My clothes were ripped and smeared with blood, my hair unkempt and dirty, and my entire body bruised and covered in blood. "Boys! Come meet the new maid!" he called.

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