A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers!! You guys have been great. Your reviews really inspire me to write more. Also, thank you Wicked Angel. Your suggestion, I believe, has gotten me more readers.
XOXO,
Bebe
Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things define what we feel
Some people want it all
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
Some people search for a fountain
Promises forever young
Some people need a dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove that you love them
CHAPTER 5 A New Friend
Weeks went by with Sir O'Connor visiting Buffy every other night. He would go on and on about the progress of the house that was being made for him and Buffy. Buffy would simply stare into empty space, hoping he would get the idea that he bored her to death. To her dismay, he never did. She never told him how she felt about him. Her uncle and aunt would be devastated. Then again, Liam never gave her a chance to speak a word. Her aunt and uncle obviously weren't too fond of him either. They feigned laughter every time Liam tried to make a joke. They were welcoming him into their home for only one reason. Wealth. They wanted it and he had it.
Well, she would too if she had lived her whole life in such conditions. Buffy had almost fully adjusted to her new lifestyle. She had adapted to her new clothes and endless hours of chores. The life she had, had no excitement. There was never adventure. She knew what she was going to do exactly the next day. And the day after that. And even the week after that. Nothing new ever happened.
That was what led her to the old cottage by the pond that very evening. She still had an hour left to dinner and she had finished her chores early. She had always noticed the little cottage, but never got the chance to ask about it. Buffy was curious as to who was living in it. Nobody ever came out of it. It seemed as if it were vacant, but it wasn't because every so often would a bit of smoke puff out of the brick chimney.
Buffy went back to the house and dropped her basket full of weeds on the porch and headed towards the cottage.
It was nestled between the tall, lush, green grass. It was almost hidden. Almost. Buffy cringed as her feet sinked into the deep mud near the house. It seemed more like a swamp than a pond. Although, she had to admit, the pond was beautiful with the bright, pink and yellow roses surrounding it. Buffy stepped onto the deck of the cottage and carefully knocked on the door.
Nobody answered it. She stood there and looked around, trying to peek inside the window. She screamed as she turned around to see an old woman, shoulders hanging down, holding a broom with a scared expression on her face. It seemed the old woman was more fearful than Buffy.
"What do you want? Huh? You darn people don't want to believe me! I told you that I didn't do anything! I am no witch!" cried the old lady.
Buffy stood in shock. She managed to open her mouth and actually say something. " I don't mean to harm you. I don't have any idea as to what you're talking about. I just got here a few weeks ago. I just wanted to see who lived here."
The old lady eyed her up and down. Once she decided that Buffy was not dangerous, she sighed and dropped the broom.
"What's your name, child?"
"Buffy. Buffy Summers."
" Well, come in, child, for some tea."
Buffy turned around and glanced at house, way up on the hill. The sun was just setting and no on was outside. Oh, well. It wasn't like she was going to miss any special dinner. They had the same thing every night.
Buffy nerviously stepped into the house and took in the room. It was small and dark. Buffy sneezed. And definitely dusty. There was a bed in one corner with a little wooden drawer by it. On the other side of the room was a fire pit and oven. In the middle of the room was a wool rug on the floor with a small, circular table on it with three wooden chairs.
It was nice and cozy. Perfect for the old woman. She just didn't know why the old lady didn't open the curtains once in awhile. The only light there was, was the flame from the candle on the table and the burning fire in the fire pit.
"Sit, sit! I will pour us some tea."
"Excuse me. What is your name?" asked Buffy.
"Oh, why forgive me child! My name is Miss Tupper. They call me Widow Tupper, though."
"Who is they?"
" Those damn Puritans. They are all horrible.I mean, what do they care if I'm a quaker?"
"What were you saying before about not being a witch?" asked Buffy curiously.
"Oh, well, three years ago, an event happened that to this day, they blame me for. I found my husband floating in the pond.Dead. I was frantic. I hurried up the hill and into the town crying out for help. Everyone rushed to me. Back then, I was very well respected. Everyone loved me as if I were their own grandmother. They would always come to me for stories and nice treats. Well, anyways, they all ran to the pond after they heard what I told them. They pulled my husband out of the pond and looked for any wounds. They couldn't find one scratch on him. They all stared at me like I was crazy. I was shocked, scared, and most of all confused. I had no idea how he died.
They all nerviously walked away. They just left. I was so lost. I didn't have a clue as to what to do. I sat in my cottage crying for the loss of my husband until the next day when I saw a large crowd outside of my window. I opened the door to find out what was going on. They all started yelling at me and accusing me of being a witch. They said that I had cursed him and killed him. I begged them to believe me. They wouldn't even hear a word I said. They started dragging me away to the town. I was crying and yelling for them to let me go. They took me to the sheriff's office. They threw me in jail, all locked up. A few days later, they took me to court and had my case presented. The town eventually decided to have me hung like poor Mary Jane. The girl was young and was the most generous girl you would ever meet. They accused her of practice of magic too. When the cross on the church was destroyed, they blamed Mary Jane. They said that they knew it was her because she never showed up at church on Sundays. They killed her the next day.
I didn't want to die, so when they were taking me to the town center to be hung, I screamed out in fear. I lied and told them all that I would curse them with death if they hung me. It was stupid of me to say such a lie, but I was just so scared and desperate. They all gasped in shock and after a brief little meeting, the mayor decided that they would let me go as long as I didn't curse them.
I went back to my cottage and after a few weeks, I decided to go to the town to get some food. I was running out and was almost starving. The minute I stepped into town. People started yelling at me and screaming. They were scared of me and angry at me. The children that once came to me for my warm chocolate cookies now ran from me and hid in the bushes. I never walked out of the cottage from that day forward."
"Wow. But how did you survive with no food?"
"Well, there was only one person who believed me. He helped me and he still does."
"Who?"
"My dear friend, William."
"William?"
"Yes,William. He tries to come and visit me as much as he can, but I know it's hard for him since he is always traveling with his father on that ship."
"The Dolphin?"
"Why yes, child? You know him?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, I think he knows you too. I mean you have blond curls, don't you?"
"Yes, but-"
"He is always talking about some person named Goldilocks. I think that might be you. He seems very fond of you."
Buffy's eyes widened. It was his nickname for her.Talking about him made her miss him more. She quietly got up from her chair. " Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Tupper. I will come back and visit you if you don't mind. You seem like such a lovely lady."
"Please, child! I love your company! Take care, dear."
"You too."
Buffy walked towards the door and opened it. She paused and glanced back behind her at Miss Tupper.
"Oh, and Miss Tupper?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Next time, when William comes, ask him how long he will be staying."
"Of course, dear."
"Thank you."
With that, Buffy closed the door and headed back towards her aunt and uncle's house.
A/N: Okay, so I changed a lot around there. It's much different from the story. I like my way better though. :) I hope you enjoyed it and please review. It means so much to me. Thanks!
XOXO,
Bebe
Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things define what we feel
Some people want it all
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
Some people search for a fountain
Promises forever young
Some people need a dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove that you love them
CHAPTER 5 A New Friend
Weeks went by with Sir O'Connor visiting Buffy every other night. He would go on and on about the progress of the house that was being made for him and Buffy. Buffy would simply stare into empty space, hoping he would get the idea that he bored her to death. To her dismay, he never did. She never told him how she felt about him. Her uncle and aunt would be devastated. Then again, Liam never gave her a chance to speak a word. Her aunt and uncle obviously weren't too fond of him either. They feigned laughter every time Liam tried to make a joke. They were welcoming him into their home for only one reason. Wealth. They wanted it and he had it.
Well, she would too if she had lived her whole life in such conditions. Buffy had almost fully adjusted to her new lifestyle. She had adapted to her new clothes and endless hours of chores. The life she had, had no excitement. There was never adventure. She knew what she was going to do exactly the next day. And the day after that. And even the week after that. Nothing new ever happened.
That was what led her to the old cottage by the pond that very evening. She still had an hour left to dinner and she had finished her chores early. She had always noticed the little cottage, but never got the chance to ask about it. Buffy was curious as to who was living in it. Nobody ever came out of it. It seemed as if it were vacant, but it wasn't because every so often would a bit of smoke puff out of the brick chimney.
Buffy went back to the house and dropped her basket full of weeds on the porch and headed towards the cottage.
It was nestled between the tall, lush, green grass. It was almost hidden. Almost. Buffy cringed as her feet sinked into the deep mud near the house. It seemed more like a swamp than a pond. Although, she had to admit, the pond was beautiful with the bright, pink and yellow roses surrounding it. Buffy stepped onto the deck of the cottage and carefully knocked on the door.
Nobody answered it. She stood there and looked around, trying to peek inside the window. She screamed as she turned around to see an old woman, shoulders hanging down, holding a broom with a scared expression on her face. It seemed the old woman was more fearful than Buffy.
"What do you want? Huh? You darn people don't want to believe me! I told you that I didn't do anything! I am no witch!" cried the old lady.
Buffy stood in shock. She managed to open her mouth and actually say something. " I don't mean to harm you. I don't have any idea as to what you're talking about. I just got here a few weeks ago. I just wanted to see who lived here."
The old lady eyed her up and down. Once she decided that Buffy was not dangerous, she sighed and dropped the broom.
"What's your name, child?"
"Buffy. Buffy Summers."
" Well, come in, child, for some tea."
Buffy turned around and glanced at house, way up on the hill. The sun was just setting and no on was outside. Oh, well. It wasn't like she was going to miss any special dinner. They had the same thing every night.
Buffy nerviously stepped into the house and took in the room. It was small and dark. Buffy sneezed. And definitely dusty. There was a bed in one corner with a little wooden drawer by it. On the other side of the room was a fire pit and oven. In the middle of the room was a wool rug on the floor with a small, circular table on it with three wooden chairs.
It was nice and cozy. Perfect for the old woman. She just didn't know why the old lady didn't open the curtains once in awhile. The only light there was, was the flame from the candle on the table and the burning fire in the fire pit.
"Sit, sit! I will pour us some tea."
"Excuse me. What is your name?" asked Buffy.
"Oh, why forgive me child! My name is Miss Tupper. They call me Widow Tupper, though."
"Who is they?"
" Those damn Puritans. They are all horrible.I mean, what do they care if I'm a quaker?"
"What were you saying before about not being a witch?" asked Buffy curiously.
"Oh, well, three years ago, an event happened that to this day, they blame me for. I found my husband floating in the pond.Dead. I was frantic. I hurried up the hill and into the town crying out for help. Everyone rushed to me. Back then, I was very well respected. Everyone loved me as if I were their own grandmother. They would always come to me for stories and nice treats. Well, anyways, they all ran to the pond after they heard what I told them. They pulled my husband out of the pond and looked for any wounds. They couldn't find one scratch on him. They all stared at me like I was crazy. I was shocked, scared, and most of all confused. I had no idea how he died.
They all nerviously walked away. They just left. I was so lost. I didn't have a clue as to what to do. I sat in my cottage crying for the loss of my husband until the next day when I saw a large crowd outside of my window. I opened the door to find out what was going on. They all started yelling at me and accusing me of being a witch. They said that I had cursed him and killed him. I begged them to believe me. They wouldn't even hear a word I said. They started dragging me away to the town. I was crying and yelling for them to let me go. They took me to the sheriff's office. They threw me in jail, all locked up. A few days later, they took me to court and had my case presented. The town eventually decided to have me hung like poor Mary Jane. The girl was young and was the most generous girl you would ever meet. They accused her of practice of magic too. When the cross on the church was destroyed, they blamed Mary Jane. They said that they knew it was her because she never showed up at church on Sundays. They killed her the next day.
I didn't want to die, so when they were taking me to the town center to be hung, I screamed out in fear. I lied and told them all that I would curse them with death if they hung me. It was stupid of me to say such a lie, but I was just so scared and desperate. They all gasped in shock and after a brief little meeting, the mayor decided that they would let me go as long as I didn't curse them.
I went back to my cottage and after a few weeks, I decided to go to the town to get some food. I was running out and was almost starving. The minute I stepped into town. People started yelling at me and screaming. They were scared of me and angry at me. The children that once came to me for my warm chocolate cookies now ran from me and hid in the bushes. I never walked out of the cottage from that day forward."
"Wow. But how did you survive with no food?"
"Well, there was only one person who believed me. He helped me and he still does."
"Who?"
"My dear friend, William."
"William?"
"Yes,William. He tries to come and visit me as much as he can, but I know it's hard for him since he is always traveling with his father on that ship."
"The Dolphin?"
"Why yes, child? You know him?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, I think he knows you too. I mean you have blond curls, don't you?"
"Yes, but-"
"He is always talking about some person named Goldilocks. I think that might be you. He seems very fond of you."
Buffy's eyes widened. It was his nickname for her.Talking about him made her miss him more. She quietly got up from her chair. " Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Tupper. I will come back and visit you if you don't mind. You seem like such a lovely lady."
"Please, child! I love your company! Take care, dear."
"You too."
Buffy walked towards the door and opened it. She paused and glanced back behind her at Miss Tupper.
"Oh, and Miss Tupper?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Next time, when William comes, ask him how long he will be staying."
"Of course, dear."
"Thank you."
With that, Buffy closed the door and headed back towards her aunt and uncle's house.
A/N: Okay, so I changed a lot around there. It's much different from the story. I like my way better though. :) I hope you enjoyed it and please review. It means so much to me. Thanks!