_Names to know_
Allistor = Scotland
Alfred = America
Arthur = England
Dylan = Wales
Cailean = Ireland
Francis = France
Mathew = Canada
_Now you know _
Don't say a word, please.
She walked into the pub, well more along the lines of dragged into the pub. She looked at the man that owned her. He was always like this, he always seemed to be angry and it was always at her. He had told her to put on the skimpy clothes and got ferocious when another man tried to talk to her, but this was her life since she was a child. Bought, traded, or sold to a new man every so often, that it was easier for her just to do as she was told and take the beatings even if she didn't deserve them.
"Whore get me some ale!" he barked as he plopped down at a table fare from the bar. She sighed and walked to the bar. There were so many people here and not just people men and she was wearing the most reveling out fit. It was a mine skirt that was nothing more than three inches of cloth and a tube top with a black jacket that she was not allowed to zip up. When she got to the bar the bartender looked her up down, she tried to hide her face in the hood of her jacket.
"What i'll be?" he asked looking at her.
"Ale please." she answered in a small voice. As she waited for him to get the drink a man with red eyes and white hair walked up to her.
"Vell, I can tell vhat you came here for." he said with a perverted smirk. She tried to shrink away from him, he was going to make it all worse for her if he kept talking to her.
"Lass who's the tab?" the bartender asked. She was thanking god that he came back.
"Clancy." she said in a whisper. He then handed her the ale and she pushed past the other man to take her master his drink. Most of the mens' eyes were on her as she walked back to him.
"Whore who was that man who you were talking to!" he yelled at her as she sat the drink down on the table.
"I.. I don't know sir." she said as she stood there knowing what was going to happen next. She only being seventeen, but living that long and being a slave you didn't get there by talking back to your master. He stood up and pulled her head back by her hair through her jacket hood.
"Bitch there's a lot of men that talk to you that you don't know. So who is he whore!" he yelled at her.
"B..but sir I don't know him." she whimpered.
"Yeah right!" he then hit across the face with that she hit the floor. She noticed that it was oddly quiet.
"Why is it so quiet?" she asked herself, but she then remembered that she was on the floor and what usual came next. She braced herself for the kick in the chest that would soon come. She waited for the punishment but it never came. She finally got the nerve to look up only to see that all of the drunken men were now sober and surrounding her master. What should she do? She didn't owe that man anything. Should she run and leave him there to face his own fate? Should she protect him? She didn't know what to do. Something like this had never happened before. As the bartender pushed through the crowd to stand in front of him he looked like he wanted to rip his head off, as well as the rest of them in the room.
"Now Mr Clancy, I see that you have a tab that is well over $2000.00. How do you intend to pay for it?" the bartender asked. She looked at the man he had red hair and green eyes that sparkled like emeralds in the dim light of the pub.
"You'll have your money when I get my next check Allistor !" her master hissed at the man.
"Well I'm afraid that your money is no longer good here Mr Clancy." she looked at the man who she now knew as Allistor. He seemed to be trying to keep a business composer but the hate was seeping out with every word that he spoke.
"So how do you want me to pay?" she looked back to the man that had bought her no longer than a week ago. He didn't seem to know what to do.
"Well you have some property that I'm willing to make a tried on. She seem to be worth right about $2000.00 and if you don't want to trade I can call the police and she'll still end up with me under protective custody." Allistor smirked knowing that this man didn't want the police knowing that he owned a slave.
"Take the fucking whore and just give me what I paid for." her now ex-master hissed.
"Okay boys give him what he paid for." she now noticed an extremely thick Scottish accent to his words. She watched as all of the other men pulled Clancy out of the pub. She didn't know what to do. These men stood up for her and she had know idea what any of them wanted from her, but she could take a good guess. As Allistor knelt down to look at her she tried once more to shrink away from him. "Now lass there's no need for that." he then gently pulled her to her feet. He looked over every buries on her face and she seen that he was trying really hard to keep his eyes on her face.
"Thank you." was all she could manage to say. It came out more of a whisper but he could just barely make it out.
"It's no trouble lass. How old are you?" he asked looking at her.
"I'll be eighteen in two weeks." as she said this she looked to the floor. He seemed to be amused by her shyness.
"Well what do they call you because I know that whore and bitch are not your name?" Allistor asked as he tried to get her to talk.
"My name was Rebecca Brindled." she looked up in to the mans bright green eyes.
"Well Rebecca Brindled you look like you could use something to eat." he than roughly pushed her to the bar. He quickly wiped up some food. He sat the plat in front of her it contained hags, eggs, beacon, and grits. All that she could do was look at the mound of food that was placed in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of how much food was there. "Well you going to eat it or are you waiting for it to do some sort of a trick." she looked up Allistor sensing that he was some what irritated.
"Sorry." was all she could say as she grabbed the fork and looked back at the plate in front of her. She didn't know if she could even put a dint in the very generous portions. So she dug her fork in to the the grits and didn't stop until she was full.
"Dame lass you can eat." She looked up at Allistor with a slight blush on her checks.
"Sorry that's the most food that I ever had." he looked at her she seemed sorry for every thing that she did.
"You know lass there is not a need to apologize for every thing that you do." Allistor looked at her, she seemed to be trying to cover her self but he had to say that he was enjoying the view himself.
"Hey Allistor that guy was sent home running! Now what are you going to do about the girl!?" She turned and looked at the man yelling he had blonde hair and bright happy blue eyes. She didn't know what to make of him. He wore a bomber jacket and some sort of military uniform. She looked around the pub, so didn't all of the other men.
"I can take her home if you want!" he was now standing beside her grinning ear to ear. She tried to scoot her chair away from him, but nothing.
"Alfred shut up!" Allistor snapped at the flamboyant American.
"I'll be tacking her home whether any of you like it or not!" he seemed angry and she hopped that it was not at her. Alfred looked at Allistor and just walked away.
"Lass if you want to cover your self you can." Allistor then took a pack of cigarets and lit one. She looked at him, wanting one herself. He seen that she was watching him smoke.
"What are you looking at?" he questioned. She pointed shyly at the tobacco that he had hanging from his mouth.
"Yeah so? Are you going to tell me that these are bad for me too?" she could tell that, that subject irritated him a lot.
"No, I wasn't going to say that. I...I just wanted to know if I could get one." she didn't even look at him when she asked. Allistor was in shock that she was asking for one.
"Yeah sure." he handed her one and he also light it for her once she had it in her mouth. "So how long have you been smoking?" Allistor asked Rebecca, she was now zipping up her jacket.
"Three years." she plainly stated taking a long drag from the cigaret. She took in the pungent fumes with a deep breath. She slowly let the smoke roll from her lips. Allistor watched her taking in the smoke and he couldn't take his eyes away. He pondered to himself why this woman smoking intrigued him. She looked up to see that he was watching her and she locked eyes with him with questions. When they caught eyes he could see the questions in her eyes. She quickly turned away, she knew that it was wrong to look at him in the eyes. She could get beaten for something so petty.
"Well lass it's time for us to head home." Allistor said with his cigaret hanging from his mouth. She nodded slightly and stood from her seat. She let him lead the way to his house.
She had not realized that he had stopped and she ran into him. He turned to look at her with slight irritation.
"I'm sorry master." she looked to the ground waiting for some sort of punishment. She felt his hand clap down on her shoulder and she looked up at his bright green eyes wondering what he was doing.
"Lass don't call me master my names Allistor." he seemed irritated that she had called him master, now she was really confused. Every other person had made her call the master but he didn't want her to call him master. She looked at him with her blue-green eyes wondering why he didn't want her to call him master.
When she looked up at were they had stopped, it was a simple two store house with bushes in the front and a car in the drive way.
"This is your house?" Rebecca asked looking at Allistor. He just glanced at her and let a sigh, she could not tell if it was irritation or something else.
"Yes, lass this is my house."
"It's huge."
"No it's not that big."
"Well I think that it is." As he ushered her in to his house. She looked at every thing in his house, it was clean and had slight smell of cigarets.
"Follow me." Allistor walked past her and up the stairs she followed behind him and in to a bed room. He was in the dresser looking for something but she did not know what it was.
"Here." she turned in just in time to catch some clothes that he had tossed at her. She looked at what he had tossed at her it, it was a plain white T shirt and a pair of boxers. " Your sleeping in here and I'm going to sleep on the cough. Good night and I guess that I will see you in the morning." and then he walked out leaving her in the room. She then changed her in to what he had given her and was now under the plade covers drifting off to sleep.