Hello! I came up with this story idea just a few hours ago and I'm in love with the idea. I do hope you enjoy the story because I want to work very hard on this story. If you love my Rosalie story you'll love this one even more! Enjoy!
Story Begins
"I have to tell you…this shall hurt madam"
My existence has always been uncontrollable
"Please don't do this"
I lived uncontrollably
"You have too much importance to not madam"
Cried
"Stop calling me madam"
But I never loved uncontrollably
"My apologizes" I let out a blood curdling scream when his teeth sunk into my neck
I suppose I should explain. My name is Margareta Athena Constantine. That is my full name, no middle name, no last name; that's my full first name. Crazy, no? I was born on March 8, 1702 to a brothel working women named Elena…her name was just Elena; no last name. She was Spanish and English; her mother was also a brothel worker.
My mother once told me that I was named after her mother and grandmother; her mother's name was Margareta and her grandmother Athena; who also worked in the brothel. Constantine was the name of whom she guessed she became pregnant from but as a prostitute she could not be sure who my father was.
My child who could not be considered to be normal; no how could it be? I grew up near the sea in the Caribbean, people I considered family were dirty merchants and pirates. I learned to pick pockets from gypsy. I lived rather free; from the moment I could run I was in the streets til the light of the sky was gone.
"It shall be over soon" I suppose you're wondering where I am. I'm not quite sure to be honest; the only thing I feel right now is the burn in my veins. How did I get here? I shall let you know I must go back a bit though.
Earlier That Day
"Margareta Athena, awake now!" ordered my mother ripping the blanket from my hold. I groaned lightly and flipped over letting my peculiar Hazel eyes open. I looked over at my mother who stood over me in her under dress and her hands on her hips. "Get to fetching water child", she ordered and I sighed nodding. I flung myself from my cot and stretched. I stretched my toes; my feet were covered in nothing but old bandage. I was in nothing but my old under dress; I grabbed a brush and pulled it threw it quickly not wasting time with looking at my reflection.
I grabbed three buckets and slipped out the brothel and into the bustling streets. The port smelled off fresh fish, booze, and smoke; I loved it. I stepped through people toward the well. I hopped onto the wooden step and tied the bucket to string and rung it down.
"Aye! Morning sweet cheeks", a hand squeezed my back side and I shot around pointing my gun at the butt grabbing assailant. The brown bearded man held his hands up in innocence "Now Margareta let's have none of that", he pushed my gun down and gave me a yellow toothed grin. I huffed and turned around putting my gun back into my dress pocket.
"Something you need Captain Thomas", I questioned raising the last bucket into the air to be dropped in.
"Just seeing if you'll take up my proposition Margareta", my eyes wandered to the older man before I shook my head.
"You already know Thomas; my mother needs me at the brothel", I said calmly and he sighed.
"You're meant for something bigger than that I can sense it; you know my gut is never wrong", my eyes searched his and he reached over touching my hand. I shook it away and shooed at him.
"Get no I have this water to bring back", I lifted up the heavy buckets and walked away.
"Think about it sweet cheeks", I ignored him and returned to the brothel noticing a new group of men speaking with the women. My mother was twirling the button of a rather tall French Lieutenant. I noticed all the men stood in the darker corners of the room and were rather sickly looking.
"Madam", I turned around and had to look up to see into the eyes of a tall, pale Colonel "May I know your name", he purred out and I found myself entranced in his dark black eyes.
"M-Margareta Athena Constantine", I whispered quietly and he gave a fierce grin. I gasped softly when he raised my tan hand into his deathly cold lips.
"Sir", we both turned from our intense glaze when the brothel owner stepped forward. Howard was a filthy man but he would never go against what he had promised my mother on my sixteenth birthday.
As long as she works she will not touch have to touch a man.
"I'm sorry sir but she is not one of the brothel works", he explained and the Colonel's eyes light up.
"Good; I'm simply speaking to her, I don't not wish for what you are thinking", he said calmly. The Colonel's hand slipped from mine and he inclined his head walking away.
"Get to work", hissed Howard. I cringed away from his lifted hand and scurried away. I worked all day as usual and when night fell I crashed onto my cot in the small cellar room. My mother would work the whole night; there was a large group and the men never just wanted one woman the whole night. I laced my fingers through my hair and lifted up to stare at it. A simple black; it shined like hair usually did but it was from grime not beauty. I felt myself drift into sleep and opened them again when wind brushed against me.
"Huh", I looked around confused. I lay in the forest with my blanket wrapped around me. How had I gotten here?
"You're quite a deep sleeper that could be dangerous…I suppose sleep won't matter much after this", I stared at the Colonel in front of me.
"You brought me here", I questioned. I stood up dropping my blanket forgotten on the ground. He appeared before I could blink and pressed me against a tree. I gasped and began to struggle.
"Forgive me madam"
And that is how we got to the beginning…or the end whichever you prefer. A new beginning to me wouldn't happen for another three hundred years.
That's all I have to write for now. This story shall eventually be a Jane/ OC story. Why? Because it's should be illegal how much I have a thing for Dakota Fanning; but it's not illegal because were the same age. BWAHAHA One day she shall be mine….Okay sorry, had a crazy moment. Anywho, please review and I'll be updating soon!
-mistress