His Biggest Fan…

Chapter 3 - A trip down memory lane

Krystal hated it when her father was home, but she couldn't make him go away so she decided she would just have to deal with it. It was her 9th birthday and she had hoped that her parents wouldn't be home for it. The petite blonde stayed in the small room she had found just a few months ago inside the horrendously large mansion. Inside it was one large TV, a small sofa, and every TV related entertainment device known to man. She quickly rewound to her favorite part of last year's beyblade championships. It was when Tala Valkov battled that Krystal actually enjoyed the beyblade tournaments. He was her favorite blader, and one might think her to be obsessed, or in puppy love. She had fabulous dreams at night of him coming to rescue her from this horrible hell hole where she lived. Krystal curled herself up as best as she could, willing herself to just sink into the depths of the plush sofa so that maybe no one would ever find her and she could just die there. She laughed bitterly to herself, Woo hoo, the first person to die because they got lost in the couch they were sitting on. Tala beat his opponent with a merciless wrath. Krystal idolized him, not only was he handsome but he was strong, very strong. The girl was so immersed in watching the television she hadn't noticed someone enter the room.

"You foul creature, how many times have I told you to stay in your room!" A cruel hand collided with her cheek, sending her spiraling at speed towards the wall.

Her head pounded, and Krystal watched dizzily as blood trickled down her forehead. She gingerly lifted a weak hand up to feel her blood on her fingertips. The girl used the blood and smeared it on her lips as she had done with every wound she received from her father. Then she took even more blood from the leak in her head and traced the blood stained mark on her chest (that someone (she couldn't by now remember who exactly) had told her made wishes come true). She saw briefly a look of disturbed horror on her father's face, but no…why should he care what she did with her own blood? It's not like it was affecting anything, right? Her eyelids grew heavy, and finally closed…

…He looked on in shock as his daughter used her own blood to color her lips, and retrace (again with her own blood) an alchemic circle on her chest, one that had been rumored to make wishes come true. Apparently the mark on her breast had been there for years now. Did she do this every time he hurt her? If only she knew he punished her for her own protection. If he didn't find a way to keep her in her room, where she was safe…someone might take her. Or kidnap her. Her room was hidden from view, and protected with the best security systems in the world. If he tried to explain it to her, she wouldn't listen, no Krystal had too much of her mother's spirit in her for that. Then, she would try and sneak out, with the reasoning that she would be careful. This was the only way to keep her from doing anything wrong…wasn't it? He was doing the right thing, surely he was. Everything he was doing was to protect her from everybody else…if only he knew a way to protect her from himself.

Krystal's eyes shot open and she sat up very quickly in bed. She hated that dream, it always haunted her, day in and day out, and even when she wasn't sleeping the memory came back to her. Slowly, she got out of bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Her stomach was informing her that 'oh, by the way you're hungry'. So off she was going in search of food. In the kitchen she found Aurelia dusting, and sweeping.

"So, where's the eggnog?" Krystal yawned, coming to sit on one of the many barstools at the kitchen counter.

"Oh, Krystal, if you had wanted something I could've brought it to you!" The maid turned around sheepishly to look at her charge.

"No thanks, I do actually like to leave my room every once in a while you know. Strange concept really don't try and hurt yourself my attempting to grasp it now." Krystal yawned again, looking over at the giggling, blushing girl.

Aurelia pulled out a large clear glass and a carton of eggnog, than poured some for Krystal. The maid quickly put the eggnog back in the fridge and then handed the glass to her friend.

"Thanks." Krystal managed, taking a sip from the glass.

Aurelia had on casual clothes (not a uniform surprisingly). Her shirt was a v-neck and teased the observer with just a peek at what was beneath the soft cotton sleeveless turtleneck sweater. She wore tight fitting corduroys that showed off her beautiful curves. Why was she noticing these things? She was in love with Tala, had been since she was nine. Didn't that count for something? In her book they were still together weren't they? Or maybe they should take a break, from being together…yeah, a nice long break. Krystal was abruptly shaken from her thoughts when Aurelia cleared her throat. The blonde soon realized she had been staring down the maid's shirt.

From that moment on, Krystal officially decided to call Tala and tell him they were on a break. That way, she technically wouldn't be cheating on him if anything happened between her and Aurelia.

TBC…