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I DO NOT OWN 'MOONLIGHT SONATA'

I DO NOT OWN "Song of the Artesian Water" by Banjo Paterson.

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Cassandra wandered into the kitchen, Brahms in one arm and the other pulling the suitcase behind her. "Right sweetie, you sit here for a few minutes." She sat Brahms in one of the chairs, lying the suitcase down on the table and unzipping it. "Time to pop everything away now. We have to tidy as we go, don't we Brahmsy? Mustn't have a messy house... How about some music, Brahms?"

Pulling out her phone and plugging it in to the small portable speakers she managed to fit into her handbag, Elvis Presley began to play through the house, Cassandra dancing around the kitchen. "You like Elvis, right Brahms? You always used to." As Jailhouse Rock played through the halls, Cassandra busied herself with putting everything away with proper storage, blissfully unaware of the presence watching her every movement close by. "Now-" She picked him back up, bouncing the doll gently with a warm smile. "What should we have for lunch?"

Brahms couldn't believe his luck. There she stood, less than 10 feet from where he hid, in all her beautiful glory. Finally, he had her. He had his sweet Cassie all alone until Mummy and Daddy came back. Even then, if he behaved, Cassie would stay. He had heard her say it herself when she arrived. If he was a good boy, Cassie would stay with him forever. She would stay forever anyway - he wasn't about to let her get away from him again - but Brahms wanted to be a good boy for his Cassie. The last thing he wanted was for Cassie to think he was bad... To think she couldn't love him.

But she would love him. She had said so when they were children. That when they were older, they would get married one day and live with each other forever. He remembered being against it then - being the young lad he was - but he wanted nothing more than to have her. His fingered brushed the mask on his face, shaking his head. She would love this face - Mummy and Daddy did - but she couldn't see under it. If she did, Cassie would run away from him. He couldn't let her run, unless they were in the gardens again, just like they always used to.

Brahms watched as his little Cassie danced around the kitchen, making spaghetti bolognese (an odd choice for lunch, Brahms thought, but he wasn't against it). She truly was little as well, standing around a foot less in height than he was. How precious. Her height worked in his advantage, which Brahms appreciated. There was no way that could outrun him if she tried, so it would be extremely easy to catch her. Brahms hoped it would never come to that, unless they were playing Tag. He loved that game.

How thankful he was that Mummy and Daddy finally listened to him. If they had listened the first time, all those other nannies would still be alive. They were all so ignorant and rude. Cassie wasn't ignorant: she always did what she was told, followed all the rules and would happily do more if he told her to. She said it herself, and Brahms would hold her to that. Ahh, how he loved her. His perfect Cassie.

He would have her, and no one would get in the way... Not this time.

Cassandra put the two plates on the table, popping Brahms back into his chair and pushing it forward. Taking a seat herself, she pushed her hair off her shoulders, feeling it cascade down her back. "Well Brahmsy, we'll get now and then handle the traps." She nodded to herself. "Get all the boring stuff out of the way, so we have more time for all the fun stuff!"

She ate in silence, as she had turned off her music, Cassandra's memories of running around the whole house as a child filled her brain. One of Brahms' favourite games was Tag, so they were often seen running all over the property. He was the most normal, odd child she'd ever known. She could never deny that he was odd, but all it took was for someone to play well and listen properly for Brahms to become friendly. If they weren't playing Tag, they were playing chess or reading a book together. Either that, or Cassandra would help him climb the trees and hide away from Emily and any other guests.

Emily never played well. She always wanted Brahms all to herself, always trying to separate Cassandra from him. She would throw the most awful fits when Brahms would always prefer to spend his time with Cassandra. It filled her with an almost shameful pride. It was sad that Emily was dead at such a tender age, but then so was her best friend. At least she cared enough about Brahms to miss him. A lot of the time, Emily's death never crossed her mind. Shaking her head, Cassandra put her empty plate in the sink of warm water, picking Brahms up again and smiling, holding him close. "Should I leave this plate of food out for my little spirit boy?" Looking around there was no answer, making Cassandra purse her lips. "Should I put this hot, tasty meal away to freeze?"

"No."

Cassandra jumped slightly, gripping the doll tighter. Such a faint child's voice. Such a recognisable child's voice. It didn't seem very close by, but that might've just been because of the quietness. A smile slowly spread across her face, looking at the doll in her arms. "Well, you don't get a clear sign than that, do you Brahms?" She knew it. She knew his spirit was still in the house! "Come on Brahmsy, let's get you into something nicer than that suit, and much more comfy. I don't know why Mummy and Daddy put you in those. You hate suits."

Brahms was cradled carefully in his nanny's arms as she ran up the stairs, opening the door to the doll's room and sitting his down on the bed. "Right Brahmsy, what shall we put you in?" Searching through his clothes (making sure to keep them neat), she soon found a red button up cardigan and a pair of jeans. "These'll do for now, Brahmsy. We'll leave your shirt and shoes on, they match just fine. Okay, sweetness?" She kissed his forehead again, changing his clothes as quickly and carefully as possible. "Look at you, handsome boy!" Picking him back up, she planted yet another kiss on his forehead as they exited the room, heading down the stairs slowly. "It's a very lovely day today, sweetness. Remember when we would run around with the hose on hot days? We both end up soaking and on the floor, didn't we? We had so much fun together, didn't we Brahmsy?"

As she continued to walk, Cassandra chatted happily to the doll as they entered the kitchen, finding a table with an empty plate on it. Her smile got bigger, putting it into the sink to be washed when she had finished with Brahms' main activities. They wandered outside, Cassandra bouncing the doll gently to reposition him. "Okay Brahmsy, let's do this!"

It took at least 30 minutes to find and clean all the traps, Cassandra praising Brahms on every trap he made, wondering where he found the time to make them as a child. No matter, he still deserved praise. When everything was finished, Cassandra took Brahms straight back inside to the piano so they just have a nice sit down for a while. Flipping through the book, she rolled her eyes. "Oh Brahmsy, I feel awful for you... Listening to these all the time."

Flexing her fingers she let them dance over the keys, 'Moonlight Sonata' by Beethoven flowed from the piano, Cassandra smiling gently in pride that she still remembered how to play it. "Do you like this song, Brahmsy?" There was no signal that he didn't, so Cassandra simply continued the song. Fully, the song was 15 minutes long, and there wouldn't be a single word from Cassandra, completely focusing on the keys. It was a relaxed, yet passionate atmosphere that filled the room as she played, so immersed that she didn't even register that someone was watching her through the walls, smiling behind a mask and swaying his body gently to the new song. Already, life was getting better for him. How wonderful for Brahms.

In the last few minutes of the song, Cassandra's fingers danced ever-so-swiftly over the keys, refusing to screw up after doing so well. She could do this... As it came to a close without an error, Cassandra clapped happily, proud of such an accomplishment. "I did it Brahms!" She stood up, picking up the doll and dancing around gently. "My fingers tingle a little bit, but I did it... Now, I think it's time for some poetry Brahmsy, rest up for a little while."

Searching through the shelves, Cassandra squealed in delight at finding a poetry book she recognised high up on one of the shelves. She had to stand on a step stool to reach it (even then, on her tiptoes) but she managed to grab it. "I can't believe they still have this!" She sat down on the couch, keeping Brahms close as she found a poem to read. "Oh... We used to love this one, didn't we Brahmsy?" Clearing her throat, Cassandra began to read:

"Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought;

But we're sick of prayers and Providence - we're going to do without;

With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below,
We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we'll sink it deeper down:
As the drill is plugging downward at a thousand feet of level,
If the Lord won't send us water, oh, we'll get it from the devil;
Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down.
Now, our engine's built in Glasgow by a very canny Scot,
And he marked it twenty horse-power, but he don't know what is what:
When Canadian Bill is firing with the sun-dried gidgee logs,
She can equal thirty horses and a score or so of dogs.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we're going deeper down:
If we fail to get the water, then it's ruin to the squatter,
For the drought is on the station and the weather's growing hotter,
But we're bound to get the water deeper down.

But the shaft has started caving and the sinking's very slow,
And the yellow rods are bending in the water down below,
And the tubes are always jamming, and they can't be made to shift
Till we nearly burst the engine with a forty horse-power lift.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we're going deeper down:
Though the shaft is always caving, and the tubes are always jamming,
Yet we'll fight our way to water while the stubborn drill is ramming -
While the stubborn drill is ramming deeper down.

But there's no artesian water, though we've passed three thousand feet,
And the contract price is growing, and the boss is nearly beat.
But it must be down beneath us, and it's down we've got to go,
Though she's bumping on the solid rock four thousand feet below.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we're going deeper down:
And it's time they heard us knocking on the roof of Satan's dwellin';
But we'll get artesian water if we cave the roof of hell in -
Oh! we'll get artesian water deeper down.

But it's hark! the whistle's blowing with a wild, exultant blast,
And the boys are madly cheering, for they've struck the flow at last;
And it's rushing up the tubing from four thousand feet below,
Till it spouts above the casing in a million-gallon flow.
And it's down, deeper down -
Oh, it comes from deeper down;
It is flowing, ever flowing, in a free, unstinted measure
From the silent hidden places where the old earth hides her treasure -
Where the old earth hides her treasures deeper down.

And it's clear away the timber, and it's let the water run:
How it glimmers in the shadow, how it flashes in the sun!
By the silent bells of timber, by the miles of blazing plain
It is bringing hope and comfort to the thirsty land again.
Flowing down, further down;
It is flowing deeper down
To the tortured thirsty cattle, bringing gladness in its going;
Through the droughty days of summer it is flowing, ever flowing -
It is flowing, ever flowing, further down."

Putting the book down, she gave a 'hmph' sound. "I never realised how depressing that poem could actually be... Beautiful piece, but rather depressing. No wonder you got so upset when we were kids, you knew the truth." Looking at the time, Cassandra hummed slightly at seeing it was only 3:30. Thinking for a moment, a light bulb went off. "Hey Brahmsy, let's try and find our Tolkien set! We can read some before dinner, yeah?"

She'd looked everywhere, no sign of the books. Feeling disheartened, Cassandra knew there was only one place she hadn't checked. The attic, and she really didn't want to. The attic always frightened her, and it was the last place she wanted to go. Keeping Brahms' bedroom door open, she sat him down on the bed with a small smile. "Now Brahmsy, I can't take you up there with me, because it's very dangerous. I won't be long, sweetness, but I need you to be a good boy. I'll just have a quick look, because makes me very scared, so I'll be back before you know it." She placed another kiss on his forehead, almost trying to reassure herself, before grabbing her small torch. "I'll leave your door open so you can see where I go, Brahms, but don't try and follow me up here. You could get hurt." Not like the doll actually could follow her, but she wanted to make sure, just in case.

Taking a shaky breath, she pulled the attic door down with the hatch pole, the ladder came down rather quickly with it, making the already on-edge woman jump. Clearing her throat and turning to the doll once more, she gave a shaky smile as it's lifeless eyes continued to watch her. "Probably shouldn't do this in heels, but never mind. I live for danger." Beginning to climb the ladder, Cassandra began to talk to herself in an subconscious attempt to reassure herself. "It's all okay Cassandra, it's just an attic. It's just another part of this house, that's all." She turned the torch on, letting out another shaky breath. Looking around with the torch, she started taking a few shaky steps forwards, her eyes constantly flicking back and forth to spot both danger and the books.

She was only a few feet away from the attic opening when it suddenly slammed shut, Cassandra whirling around so fast her spine screamed for a moment. "No, no, no, no, no!" She ran back over, trying to get it to open again with no luck. "Oh god... No, no, no." She scrambled to her feet, her heart beginning to move like a hummingbird's wings. "Come on, why now? How dare you betray me, door? I trusted you!" Her torch sweeped the attic, not seeing anything.

Cassandra let out a slight scream when she heard a child's laughter come from the opposite end of the attic. Taking a deep swallow and walking slowly in that direction on shaking legs. "Brahmsy, is that you?" She called out, only hearing another faint laugh. "Brahmsy, I told you not to follow me up here. It's very dangerous." She screamed again when something was dropped right by her feet, making her take a few steps back, verging on hysterical tears. "Brahms, this isn't funny!" She called out again, finally aiming her torch downwards quickly to what was down by her feet.

The Lord of the Rings collection, complete with the Hobbit as an extra. Slowly, she got down on her knees and picked them up. As she went to stand up again, the shaking in her legs - aided by her heels - lead her to fall back against some kind of post. It was silent, aside from the tears hitting the floor, until she heard footsteps behind her. Turning her body, her torch shining everywhere, but seeing nothing. Screaming when there was a bang, Cassandra watched as the ladder fell back down, noting that the noise was just the attic opening again. "So now you want to behave?" She practically slid down the ladder, running into Brahms' room and collapsing down onto the bed, taking the doll with her. The books had been dropped onto the bedroom floor, Cassandra gripping Brahms tightly and her tears darkening part of his jumper.

It stayed that way for a long while, until the sun began to go down and Cassandra rushed to make sure there was light in the house. If there was one thing she hated more than a creepy attic, it was the darkness in the attic. Just the dark in general. As she headed back upstairs to fetch Brahms to make sure he was there when she was making dinner, it shocked her to find that he wasn't in his room. "Brahms?" She called out softly, walking down the hallways slowly and opening doors to make sure she didn't miss him. "Brahmsy? Sweetness? Where are you?" There was no further indication, making worry build up in her chest. "Sweetness, you're scaring me..."

She was approaching a door near the end of the hallway. A door she recognised, and it was ajar with light shining through. Her old bedroom from when she would stay over. The Heelshire's decided that Cassandra needed her own room when she was a child with how often she slept over, but they had purposely made the rooms far apart. The children Brahms and her used to be would spend all night awake together if they didn't separate the bedrooms. Looking back on it, the memories made Cassandra want to laugh, but she was too concerned with finding Brahms. Speeding up her walk, Cassandra pushed the door open to find a perfect poised Brahms sitting on the edge of her bed, also finding all of her missing luggage. Smiling, she picked up the doll and kissed his forehead again. "How lovely Brahms, you wanted to show me where everything was. You're so sweet, aren't you sweetness? Yes you are." Suddenly, panic rose as Cassandra remembered the hidden presents, not wanting Brahms to find them. "Come on then Brahmsy, time for tea."

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