No, I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. Please do not sue, because I am a poor little student. =(

BPOV (10 years old)

I sniffled lightly as I climbed up the long twists of stairs in the private family hall. There was a cold draft flowing through the corner of Master's room. Would he beat me also for such a mistake? Tanya and the cook did so on an often enough basis. I cannot believe my wonderful Master will one day be married to… to… to such a monster! Master is so kind, so generous, and so perfect. He must have been sculpted by God himself, he was that wonderful. Just a few days ago, he has allowed me a special treat, called a birthday party. Emmy, Momma, and Papa were all there; Master even gave me a cake and a present. My fingers instinctively went to the little sapphire pendent I hang from a little piece of string that I found in the dustbin.

The cake was so delicious, and I can still taste it on the tip of my tongue on the nights when I was sent to bed without supper. Tanya had cook beat me often enough, but she made sure to hit me extra hard to night because I 'humiliated' her in front of Master. I still remember how I collapsed in front of master not yet a month ago from an extra hard beating and a week without food. Today was not much better, for I was already sagging beneath the weight of master's heavy bed cover. It was not too long that I got into the room that I heard the door open.

EPOV(12 years old)

"Master," Her tear stained eyes shut closed as she threw herself at my feet. She didn't seem to realize that I was far too concerned with her dark bruises than the fact she has just dropped my fresh sheets on the floor she has yet to place on the bed. She was actually more like a maid than a conventional slave, but her sweet personality was often shadowed by the frightened lamb in front of my family and guests. Then again, anyone would've been frightened by Tanya, who began to live with us a year ago. Isabella's little body was shaking like a tiny leaf in front of me, and that was when I realized why. She was soaked, in a layer of water, and now she was kneeling in a pool of fresh cream. So much for my idea of a nice evening of berries and cream.

"G-get up Bella," I hissed at her, horrified at her fawn like figure on the floor as if kneeling in front of a wolf. I hated it, and I never realized it until this moment. She seem out of it when she pushed herself up, but when she finally stood up to full height, she fell like a sack of potatoes. I barely caught her in time, her body far too thin for her age. I carried her to my bed, because I always take care of my belongings, and nothing matters as much to me as my beautiful little china doll.

BPOV

I awoke in a soft, fresh bed with so much room and blankets that I shot out of it the moment I realize where I was. A strange, strangled sound rippled out of my throat. I was in Master's bed, a MASTER's bed. Will I be beaten for sure now? Or would he be simply executing me the moment he comes in? Dread settled in my stomach like a heavy stone. But instead, master came in with Emmett smiling like there's no tomorrow, carrying hot chicken broth –simple the smell makes my stomach ache with hunger- and Lauren glaring at me from behind the door frame. My heart thumped faster and faster in my chest, a new, happy feeling blooming inside me. He was my master, and I'll be his forever.

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