Come Away with Me

By: Sweet Dreams

Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura. It belongs to CLAMP. This story however, belongs to me.

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Chapter 1: Dreaming of You

It was dark. Still Tomoyo could see the big beautiful moon from a hole in the fabric. Sakura Thomas was asleep on her lap. Most of the girls in the back of the wagon were asleep too. But a few were unable to; they were too worried about their underlying fate. What was their new home going to be like? Would their new master be kind?

Some girls were black and some were white. But it wasn't the color of their skins that made them different. No, the difference was that some were born into slavery and some were inhumanly forced into it. They were from completely different backgrounds but yet they had so much in common. All these girls have experienced enough pain and cruelty in their teenage years than some people experience in a lifetime or ever at all.

Tomoyo gave a sigh looking down at her mistress. The poor thing was exhausted. In fact, they all were. After traveling in the steerage of a slave ship with nothing more than a piece of stale bread for food each day for the past three months, who wouldn't be? This old worn wagon felt like heaven compared to the damp moldy ship infested with disease-ridden rats.

Tomoyo closed her eyes thinking back to the day when all of their perfect lives changed forever. She remembered telling Syaoran to be careful before he closed the wall on them. Tears threatened to spill as she thought of her friend, kind… soft-spoken Syaoran. She remembered once when she was about five. They were picking cherries in the orchards. She fell off of a ladder and twisted her ankle. He rushed over to her and carried her all the way home, the whole time trying to comfort her and make her laugh.

A hoarse sob escaped from her lips. She knew she would never see him again. It has been almost fifteen years but the pain was still there. It would always be there.

She glanced down at her mistress. Her face looked troubled. Probably having a nightmare. Tomoyo placed a hand on her auburn hair. Miss. Thomas probably never knew. And even if she did, her memories were erased that night.

Even at such a young age, Syaoran was so deeply in love with Miss. Thomas. Tomoyo wasn't surprised; everyone that came across the bewitching brunette child was unable to do anything else. It was why he saved them she supposed. He always did what he could for Sakura.

What made Tomoyo sad was that at the time Sakura was a little naïve rich girl. Sakura was not older and stronger, but most importantly, wiser. But even if Sakura did love him back, their relationship could never be. They were from two different worlds.

But Tomoyo knew Syaoran would of found a way to make it work… she saw the way he looked at her mistress, the way he always appeared when she needed him most, the way he sacrificed his life to save her. He was her silent protector. Sakura was the lonely one that could make him talk or smile or even blush on a many occasions. Tomoyo gave a bittersweet smile. Those two were soul mates.

~ Flashback ~

After the brief goodbye, Tomoyo ran for dear life down the stone steps, Sakura's hand in hers. She remembered tripping and scraping her knees. Tomoyo will never forget the way Sakura looked as she helped her to her feet. Sakura had always been like a sister to her. She was so scared but she forced a smile. Sakura then said, "We'll be okay. We have each other."

As they reached the stables, Tomoyo knew something was terribly wrong. She could feel it in the air. The carriage was empty and the horses were spooked. It was then that she noticed her friends and family slaughtered in the floor. She gasped.

Suddenly Sakura screamed. Turning around, Tomoyo watched in horror as a man grab a hold of Sakura. Her hand was ripped form hers. "Miss. Thomas!!!"

Looking around she picked up a shoved and charged after the man. But before she could reach her friend, another man lifted her up off her feet, the shovel forced from her hands.

Everything was fuzzy after that. All she knew was that she was raped. Her mistress was too. She struggled and fought the evil man but his brute strength overpowered her. After what seemed like hours, she was knocked unconscious.

She woke up in a room with Sakura next to her. Blood seemed to be everywhere. Tomoyo was sore and had a headache but that was it. She was the lucky one of the two. Miss. Thomas was stricken with amnesia because of a heavy blow to her head.

For the next fifteen years, Tomoyo and Sakura served at a London mansion that belonged to Mr. Truman… the man that planned the siege against the Thomas household. Apparently he had laid eyes on the tantalizing young Thomas girl and in an insane rage decided he had to have her.

It was basically hell. It was day after day, month after month, and year after year men groping at their bodies. Sakura however was kept as the master's private mistress. He wanted to keep her to himself. Tomoyo was kept at Sakura's side as her maid.

At first Tomoyo hoped that eventually the master would grow tired of Miss. Thomas… so that Sakura would be spared of the horrible torture. Tomoyo personally could endure the suffering. She was born to serve but Sakura wasn't. It killed her to see her once cheerful mistress so depressed.

So the years went by, and unfortunately in their situation, Sakura aged like wine. She was called Aphrodite herself. At the age of six, her beauty alone could seduce the seventeen-year-old master. At the age of sixteen she had the master at her beckoning call. He was insanely in love with her and showered her with exquisite jewels and gifts. He did everything in his power to make her happy.

There was a time when Tomoyo actually pitied the fool. Mr. Truman was an attractive man, Tomoyo had to admit. But he was going about it the wrong way. He forced himself on her and kept her locked away so that no other man can lay eyes on her.

She knew Sakura and her hopes and dreams. The more the young master tried to win Sakura's heart, the more she pushed him away. Sakura was a fragile and like a flower, needed love and care.

Sakura was never happy nor could she ever love him back. How could she love the man that stole her innocence? How could she love the man that slaughtered her family and stole her freedom?

Fortunately or unfortunately, however you want to look at it, the young master got into some trouble at a bar one night and killed a very important member of the ton. He was arrested but due to his high social status was released with a large fine. But because of his obsession with drinking and gambling, the ton quickly learned that Mr. Truman was flat broke. His squeaky clean reputation was no more and he was revealed as the criminal that he was.

The last Sakura and Tomoyo heard of Mr. Truman was that he was put away in jail for god knows how long. His property was revoked and all his slaves including Tomoyo and Sakura were sold.

~ End of Flashback ~

That was four months ago. Now at the age of twenty-one, they were in America…a land known for it's harsh slave laws. Women had no rights in this land and that scared Tomoyo. But she reasoned it couldn't have been as bad as the way they were treated in London right?

Fatigue finally taking over. Tomoyo leaned back against the wood and drifted to sleep. The wagon was quiet. Crickets crying echoed into the night. The wagon's wooden wheels spun roughly against the rocky country road.

Sakura groaned turning to her side. Her forehead was wrinkled and nose was scrunched. She was having a nightmare. The same nightmare that has haunted her dreams since she could remember.

~ Sakura's Dream ~

"Tomoyo, over here! Look how beautiful!" Sakura cried as she knelt down to smell the flowers. It was a perfect summer day. It was sunny and the sky was painted with chalk white clouds. The floral aroma filled their nostrils. Butterflies danced in the wind.

They were in a field of flowers with a large country home in the distance. It was all so familiar. It was like she has been there before when she was younger. Tomoyo and her were dressed in heavy nightgowns.

"Come on Miss. Thomas. We should get back to the house. We have to be ready this time." Tomoyo said as she started toward the house. She turned her head and waved a hand at Sakura.

Sakura placed a flower wreath on her head as she gave Tomoyo a puzzled look. "We have to be ready for what Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo turned around and continued to the house. Sakura jumped to her feet and caught up with Tomoyo. She was starting to get scared. "What are you talking about Tomoyo?"

Suddenly the sky grew dark. The flowers withered and turned brown. A fog dropped over the orchid. Sakura looked to the sky as the wind began to howl.

Tomoyo let out an ear-piercing scream as her knees began to bleed. Sakura backed away in horror. "Tomoyo, what's going on?"

Tomoyo lowered her head and dropped to her knees. Sakura rushed up to her and knelt beside her. "Tomoyo? Are you okay? We have to get out of here!" Sakura cried, her voice starting to crack.

Tomoyo looked up at her. "Run Sakura…They are here for you."

Her wet tears blurred her vision. "I don't understand…Who's here? You're scaring me Tomoyo…"

Tomoyo's eyes went wide with panic. She harshly grabbed Sakura by her shoulders, her voice almost at a whisper. "He's right behind you Sakura… RUN!!!"

Her heart began to race and for a brief moment, everything seemed to stop. She could feel his ragged breath tickling the hairs on her back. Sakura's eyes widened in horror as a man grabbed her by behind. "Tomoyo help me!!!"

Sakura struggled endlessly in his harsh embrace. She watched as Tomoyo grab a shovel out of the tall grass and ran towards them screaming, "Let her go!"

"Tomoyo watch out!" A man appeared out of nowhere and grabbed a hold of her friend.

Sakura closed her eyes as the man grabbed a hold of her dress, pulling it off her body. This seemed so familiar…'Not again…' she thought as she started sobbing.

All of a sudden, the man grunted and released his grip on her body. With a thump, he fell to the cold grass. Sakura turned around at see her rescuer.

She gasped as deep emerald met chocolate brown. The man was absolutely captivating… the most beautiful creature she had ever seen in her life. He had a tall muscular frame. He wore brown breeches, a cream colored shirt and brown jacket. The young man had messy chestnut hair that fell over his eyes.

He was breathing heavy. His shirt was open in the front, exposing his bare chest.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze, she wrapped her arms around her petite body. She was wearing only her undergarments. A blush crept to her cheeks as she said, "Thank you…" She watched as he slowly approached her. Oddly, she felt safe in this stranger's presence.

He took off his jacket and wrapped it over her bare shoulders. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, he pulled her into a warm embrace. Familiar feelings flooded her thoughts. Emotions that seemed lost to her… like love… comfort… security… happiness… and most importantly the utter most sense of freedom.

He lifted his head and left a soft butterfly kiss on her forehead. Sakura looked up at him questionably. Why was he being so kind to her? If Sakura knew one thing, it was that every man has intentions. She was cursed with incomparable beauty. What did he want from her? Slowly she backed away from him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The man smiled a bit. "Time will tell. But, I have to go now." He started to fade away.

Sakura scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Where are you going? Please take me with you."

He shook his head. "I will be back for you. I promise…Everything will be okay."

Sakura started toward him in a panic. "Wait! What am I supposed to do until then? Please don't leave me with those monsters…please not again…" she ended with a sob.

The man lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. "Be strong…"

Sakura closed her eyes as she felt him fade. Suddenly her eyes opened. "Wait! Tell me who you are."

The man smiled. "My name is Syaoran."

~ End of Sakura's Dream ~

Sakura abruptly sat up. Sweat beaded her forehead as hoarse breaths escaped her lips. She looked around, forgetting where she was for a moment.

She had had that dream before…only it was different this time. Syaoran was there. He wasn't there to save her…

She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. She closed her eyes dropping her face in her hands. That man… seems so familiar. But who is he? She's met him before… she's has to of met him before. Did this man mean something to her?

"Damn it" she thought bitterly as she grabbed her hair. Why couldn't she remember a thing? Her only recollections of her past were what Tomoyo had told her and what she dreamt. But what she dreamt were mostly nightmares.

She took in a deep breath as she lied back down. She tried to cheer up, remembering what Tomoyo had told her about her life before, how she had a loving father and lived in a big mansion…how she had lots of friends and was treated with respect. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face, dreaming that someday, someone will come and take her away from all of this.

Sakura drifted to sleep dreaming of an amber-eyed boy.

Fin

That's it for chapter two. In chapter three, I'm going to go into detail of what it's like in the life of our characters. Stay tuned and please review. Flames are always welcome. Ja ne!