Chapter 6
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide eye fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you
Say you'll love me
Every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of Summer time
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you
Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe, no one will find you
Your fears are far behind me
All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
And say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me here, beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too
That's all I ask of you
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me, each night, each morning
Say you'll love me
Know I do
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Buffy grabbed a gold gown out of her closet. It fit her curves tightly at the top and flowed out when it reached her hips. She slowly attatched her gold earrings from India to her ears. One of the luxuries of being rich was traveling a lot. It was probably the luxury Buffy missed the most.
Buffy left all of her hair down, letting it tumble down her shoulders in curls hanging just an inch above her elbows. She opened the box that was filled with face paint. It was a special gift from her butler's wife back in Barbados. Both were decendents from an old Indian tribe and both had experienced in making face paint.
Buffy rubbed her index finger over the patch of pink paint and dabbed some onto her cheek. She carefully rubbed it in, giving color to her cheeks. She then poked her finger onto the red paint and applied some on her lips making them the color of ripe strawberries that the man at the market place sold, close to a ranch she once knew of.
Buffy opened the attic room door and made her way downstairs to the waiting guest, Sir O'Connor.
Liam could feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he saw his bride-to-be's face. Even if she didn't know it yet.
He could tell though. She wasn't some sweet and innocent girl like he thought she would be. Her green eyes held fire in them, a fire that no rainstorm could put out. This girl, or should he say woman, was one that shouldn't be angered or fooled around with. She was of high class and knew how to handle men.
She was just the kind of woman he was looking for.
Buffy eyed the stranger suspiciously. He didn't look like a friendly visitor. No, he looked like a wolf ready to snatch its prey. His face scared her and irritated her at the same time. She already knew that she had no, what so ever interest in the young man. Many would probably think of him as a wealthy, handsome man. She thought of him as a disgusting creature that she would hate to even shake hands with.
Maybe that was the same feeling Stella had towards Buffy. Buffy glanced around the room and spotted Stella. Stella didn't look back at Buffy. She was too busy admiring Sir O'Connor.
'Poor child doesn't know a thing about decent men,' thought Buffy.
"Buffy, this is Sir O'Connor, son of Kenneth O'Connor, the town's mayor," said Aunt Caroline. She was even dressed nicely for the event. Probably in one of her nicest gowns she had. Maybe even the only gown she had besides that rag she wore everyday. Well, now Buffy knew why Sir O'Connor's visit was so honoring, if you could call it that. He was the mayor's son, born to be the best of best.
"Oh, Mrs. Taylor, please. Call me Liam," said Liam, smiling at Buffy.
He took her slender hand and kissed the top of it. " What an honor to meet such a beautiful lady. The prettiest I've ever seen."
Buffy looked at Stella who was fuming at the display. Buffy's attention turned back to Liam once again as his laughter echoed throughout the house.
"I think that she is also the best smelling woman I've ever aquainted."
Aunt Caroline laughed nerviously and even Uncle Thomas chuckled a bit.
Buffy shuddered at his comment and quickly pulled her hand out of his grip. He stopped laughing and looked at her strangely.
"I'm sorry, Miss Summers. Did I make you uncomfortable?"
Buffy was about to reply with a snide remark until she saw the look her Aunt Caroline gave her, pleading her to be kind.
"Um, no. It just seems it's gotten a bit colder."
"Oh, why here," said Liam taking his coat off and placing it on Buffy's shoulders.
Buffy instantly regretted her reply to his question. She wished so badly that William would just open the door and come and rescue her. Her eyes following her heart's wishes, glanced at the door. She shook her head as her mind mocked her for her silly action.
Buffy didn't even want to pretend that she enjoyed his visit. She didn't even want to feign a smile. The site of him made her sick. Buffy excused herself for a moment and headed over to the hall where an old mirror was hanging. She fixed her hair and leaned against the staircase, taking a deep breath.
She felt closterphobic in the living room. The conversation of the others and the thoughts in her head all made her head hurt, especially with the heat from the fire melting her insides with the thick coat she had on.
Buffy fixed her composure as she heard footsteps. She stood waiting to see who it was, thinking it was maybe her Aunt Caroline or Ava. Instead she was surprised to see Stella. Stella looked shocked too at first, but quickly frowned instead, carrying the tray into the kitchen.
Buffy had, had it. She was tired of Stella's attitude and decided it was time to change it. Buffy walked into the kitchen and watched as Stella poured warm tea into the small china cups that were probably handed down over the years since the edges of the cups' paint design was fading.
" Stella."
Stella jumped and spilled the hot water on her dress. Tears formed in her eyes as the water burned her legs. Buffy rushed over with a dry rag and wet it with cold water.
"I'm so sorry! Here, sit. Sit!" said Buffy, pushing Stella down onto a chair. " Lift your gown up."
"What!!??" asked Stella, angrily," Are you crazy?"
"No, now if you don't want to get a big, red blotch on your skin, I suggest you lift your skirt up."
Stella carefully lifted her skirt up, revealing her skinny, fourteen year old, teenage legs, white as a dove. Buffy put the cool rag on the already forming red spot and heard Stella sigh.
"I'm sorry I startled you. I should have made my presence known."
Stella didn't reply, but simply stared at the rag on her thigh.
" I really want to get to know you Stella. I know you don't like me. What I don't know is why you don't like me. Is it because I can't walk two miles in heels or because I'm blonde?"
Stella kept staring at the rag.
"Come on. I know you can talk. Actually, you're one hell of a talker."
When hearing the word hell come from Buffy's mouth, Stella looked at Buffy's face. Never in her life had she heard the word hell come out of a female's mouth.Only Mr. Pinkle had used the word hell whenever the boys down the street stole pieces of the new sugar treats from his general store.
" You said hell."
"Yeah, I did. Got a problem with that?"
"You're not supposed to say hell. It's not proper."
"And Liam staring at my chest is proper?" said Buffy, smirking.
Stella narrowed her eyes at that.
"Stella, don't hurt your eyes like that. You're wasting your time by worrying about Liam and I. I have no interest in him. He disgusts me if you'd like to know."
"No body cares if you like him or not. He's got money and when he wants something, he gets it. Plus, you're seventeen, way old enough to marry."
"Don't make me sound like an old hag. Also, you didn't think you were the only stubborn one did you? Back where I used to live, I was known as hard to get. I was grateful to have men think of me as beautiful, but I never really wanted to marry them. I didn't love them. Most of them probably wanted me for two things."
"What?"
" To be a trophy wife and have a good rough and tumble."
"What?! Are you insane? You can't say those things. I mean you shouldn't."
" Stella, I can say whatever I want. You know why?"
Stella shook her head.
"Because I don't give a damn about what others think. Liam is no good. I could tell just from the minute I saw his face."
"I'm in love with Liam."
"Well, I can't change your heart, but maybe I can give you some advice."
At Stella's waiting expression for her to continue, Buffy said, " Don't stay attatched to him. He's not the one to give your heart to. You only have one heart and you should give it away to one who is worthy of it and will take care of it. One can burn and break your body and you can still be alive. But when one breaks your heart, you're no longer living. You're merely a ghost floating around on the earth's surface." Buffy remembered William's face and remembered sliding her hand down his cheek. She wanted him to be with her so badly it hurt.
Stella took the rag off of her leg and set it on the table. She pulled her gown down and look up at Buffy.
" There is no one else who will want my heart. Why should I carry this heavy thing inside me for my whole life?"
"You don't know that there's no one who will not want it."
"Look at me. I have straight, limp, brown hair. My eyes are boringly brown, my chest is flat, and my legs are too straight and skinny. I could never wear heels and my family is as poor as can get."
"You're young, Stella. You have so much more time to grow and mature into a more beautiful person. Your brown eyes are just as beautiful as your chestnut hair is."
" But you're way more prettier. You're gorgeous. Did you see the looks everyone gave you as we walked through town? There were rumors that you were one of the gods."
"When? When I had the dirt on my cheeks or when my hair came undone?"
"I'm serious! I'm no where good enough compared to you."
"Stella, stop the rubbish. We have to get back before Liam chokes on his cigar."
Stella giggled and followed Buffy back to the living room.
"Buffy, where have you been!? I just started talking about the house I'm going to build for us."
Buffy groaned inwardly and muttered, " Oh joy!"
A/N: What happens when Buffy decides to take a walk while doing chores? Will she meet someone new? Guess you'll have to wait till the next chapter! Please review!!!
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide eye fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you
Say you'll love me
Every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of Summer time
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you
Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe, no one will find you
Your fears are far behind me
All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
And say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me here, beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too
That's all I ask of you
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me, each night, each morning
Say you'll love me
Know I do
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Buffy grabbed a gold gown out of her closet. It fit her curves tightly at the top and flowed out when it reached her hips. She slowly attatched her gold earrings from India to her ears. One of the luxuries of being rich was traveling a lot. It was probably the luxury Buffy missed the most.
Buffy left all of her hair down, letting it tumble down her shoulders in curls hanging just an inch above her elbows. She opened the box that was filled with face paint. It was a special gift from her butler's wife back in Barbados. Both were decendents from an old Indian tribe and both had experienced in making face paint.
Buffy rubbed her index finger over the patch of pink paint and dabbed some onto her cheek. She carefully rubbed it in, giving color to her cheeks. She then poked her finger onto the red paint and applied some on her lips making them the color of ripe strawberries that the man at the market place sold, close to a ranch she once knew of.
Buffy opened the attic room door and made her way downstairs to the waiting guest, Sir O'Connor.
Liam could feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he saw his bride-to-be's face. Even if she didn't know it yet.
He could tell though. She wasn't some sweet and innocent girl like he thought she would be. Her green eyes held fire in them, a fire that no rainstorm could put out. This girl, or should he say woman, was one that shouldn't be angered or fooled around with. She was of high class and knew how to handle men.
She was just the kind of woman he was looking for.
Buffy eyed the stranger suspiciously. He didn't look like a friendly visitor. No, he looked like a wolf ready to snatch its prey. His face scared her and irritated her at the same time. She already knew that she had no, what so ever interest in the young man. Many would probably think of him as a wealthy, handsome man. She thought of him as a disgusting creature that she would hate to even shake hands with.
Maybe that was the same feeling Stella had towards Buffy. Buffy glanced around the room and spotted Stella. Stella didn't look back at Buffy. She was too busy admiring Sir O'Connor.
'Poor child doesn't know a thing about decent men,' thought Buffy.
"Buffy, this is Sir O'Connor, son of Kenneth O'Connor, the town's mayor," said Aunt Caroline. She was even dressed nicely for the event. Probably in one of her nicest gowns she had. Maybe even the only gown she had besides that rag she wore everyday. Well, now Buffy knew why Sir O'Connor's visit was so honoring, if you could call it that. He was the mayor's son, born to be the best of best.
"Oh, Mrs. Taylor, please. Call me Liam," said Liam, smiling at Buffy.
He took her slender hand and kissed the top of it. " What an honor to meet such a beautiful lady. The prettiest I've ever seen."
Buffy looked at Stella who was fuming at the display. Buffy's attention turned back to Liam once again as his laughter echoed throughout the house.
"I think that she is also the best smelling woman I've ever aquainted."
Aunt Caroline laughed nerviously and even Uncle Thomas chuckled a bit.
Buffy shuddered at his comment and quickly pulled her hand out of his grip. He stopped laughing and looked at her strangely.
"I'm sorry, Miss Summers. Did I make you uncomfortable?"
Buffy was about to reply with a snide remark until she saw the look her Aunt Caroline gave her, pleading her to be kind.
"Um, no. It just seems it's gotten a bit colder."
"Oh, why here," said Liam taking his coat off and placing it on Buffy's shoulders.
Buffy instantly regretted her reply to his question. She wished so badly that William would just open the door and come and rescue her. Her eyes following her heart's wishes, glanced at the door. She shook her head as her mind mocked her for her silly action.
Buffy didn't even want to pretend that she enjoyed his visit. She didn't even want to feign a smile. The site of him made her sick. Buffy excused herself for a moment and headed over to the hall where an old mirror was hanging. She fixed her hair and leaned against the staircase, taking a deep breath.
She felt closterphobic in the living room. The conversation of the others and the thoughts in her head all made her head hurt, especially with the heat from the fire melting her insides with the thick coat she had on.
Buffy fixed her composure as she heard footsteps. She stood waiting to see who it was, thinking it was maybe her Aunt Caroline or Ava. Instead she was surprised to see Stella. Stella looked shocked too at first, but quickly frowned instead, carrying the tray into the kitchen.
Buffy had, had it. She was tired of Stella's attitude and decided it was time to change it. Buffy walked into the kitchen and watched as Stella poured warm tea into the small china cups that were probably handed down over the years since the edges of the cups' paint design was fading.
" Stella."
Stella jumped and spilled the hot water on her dress. Tears formed in her eyes as the water burned her legs. Buffy rushed over with a dry rag and wet it with cold water.
"I'm so sorry! Here, sit. Sit!" said Buffy, pushing Stella down onto a chair. " Lift your gown up."
"What!!??" asked Stella, angrily," Are you crazy?"
"No, now if you don't want to get a big, red blotch on your skin, I suggest you lift your skirt up."
Stella carefully lifted her skirt up, revealing her skinny, fourteen year old, teenage legs, white as a dove. Buffy put the cool rag on the already forming red spot and heard Stella sigh.
"I'm sorry I startled you. I should have made my presence known."
Stella didn't reply, but simply stared at the rag on her thigh.
" I really want to get to know you Stella. I know you don't like me. What I don't know is why you don't like me. Is it because I can't walk two miles in heels or because I'm blonde?"
Stella kept staring at the rag.
"Come on. I know you can talk. Actually, you're one hell of a talker."
When hearing the word hell come from Buffy's mouth, Stella looked at Buffy's face. Never in her life had she heard the word hell come out of a female's mouth.Only Mr. Pinkle had used the word hell whenever the boys down the street stole pieces of the new sugar treats from his general store.
" You said hell."
"Yeah, I did. Got a problem with that?"
"You're not supposed to say hell. It's not proper."
"And Liam staring at my chest is proper?" said Buffy, smirking.
Stella narrowed her eyes at that.
"Stella, don't hurt your eyes like that. You're wasting your time by worrying about Liam and I. I have no interest in him. He disgusts me if you'd like to know."
"No body cares if you like him or not. He's got money and when he wants something, he gets it. Plus, you're seventeen, way old enough to marry."
"Don't make me sound like an old hag. Also, you didn't think you were the only stubborn one did you? Back where I used to live, I was known as hard to get. I was grateful to have men think of me as beautiful, but I never really wanted to marry them. I didn't love them. Most of them probably wanted me for two things."
"What?"
" To be a trophy wife and have a good rough and tumble."
"What?! Are you insane? You can't say those things. I mean you shouldn't."
" Stella, I can say whatever I want. You know why?"
Stella shook her head.
"Because I don't give a damn about what others think. Liam is no good. I could tell just from the minute I saw his face."
"I'm in love with Liam."
"Well, I can't change your heart, but maybe I can give you some advice."
At Stella's waiting expression for her to continue, Buffy said, " Don't stay attatched to him. He's not the one to give your heart to. You only have one heart and you should give it away to one who is worthy of it and will take care of it. One can burn and break your body and you can still be alive. But when one breaks your heart, you're no longer living. You're merely a ghost floating around on the earth's surface." Buffy remembered William's face and remembered sliding her hand down his cheek. She wanted him to be with her so badly it hurt.
Stella took the rag off of her leg and set it on the table. She pulled her gown down and look up at Buffy.
" There is no one else who will want my heart. Why should I carry this heavy thing inside me for my whole life?"
"You don't know that there's no one who will not want it."
"Look at me. I have straight, limp, brown hair. My eyes are boringly brown, my chest is flat, and my legs are too straight and skinny. I could never wear heels and my family is as poor as can get."
"You're young, Stella. You have so much more time to grow and mature into a more beautiful person. Your brown eyes are just as beautiful as your chestnut hair is."
" But you're way more prettier. You're gorgeous. Did you see the looks everyone gave you as we walked through town? There were rumors that you were one of the gods."
"When? When I had the dirt on my cheeks or when my hair came undone?"
"I'm serious! I'm no where good enough compared to you."
"Stella, stop the rubbish. We have to get back before Liam chokes on his cigar."
Stella giggled and followed Buffy back to the living room.
"Buffy, where have you been!? I just started talking about the house I'm going to build for us."
Buffy groaned inwardly and muttered, " Oh joy!"
A/N: What happens when Buffy decides to take a walk while doing chores? Will she meet someone new? Guess you'll have to wait till the next chapter! Please review!!!