(AN: hey! I tried to make this chapter longer! I've been dreading it, so it's nice to get this crazy song out of the way! I hope you enjoy it, hopefully the fact that I can't make these characters sing won't be too disappointing! I'm sure youve guessed where this is headed!

Disclaimer : I do not own the story or the idea, but I own names and words!

Despite the growing hunger in her stomach, Annabelle was adamant that she would not be joining "the Master" for dinner. So when she heard him scream his resolve, she sighed inwardly and flopped backwards onto the bed, emotionally exhausted. Madame Bouche just stared at her before gingerly seating herself on the edge of the four-poster bed.

"You need to eat something, dear…"

Annabelle sat up and looked at the first friendly face she has seen in this ghastly place.

"You heard him. If I don't eat with him, I don't eat at all. Not that I care, I don't want to watch that filthy monster eat his dinner."

"You know, the Master isn't so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?" Madame Bouche's eyes pleaded with Annabelle as she sat up and crossed her legs.

"But I don't want to get to know him!" She turned away pointedly, "I don't want to have anything to do with him!"

"Lum?"

A soft voice trickled into his ears.

"Hello? Whose there?"

"Who do you think it is, dummy?" came that voice again, as a ripple passed through from behind a curtain. Lum thought he saw an ankle as the material moved, a very distinctive feather anklet circling it.

"Barbie…" he smirked, standing from the crouched position he was in. He took a step forward and swept back the curtain with one hand, only to see the mischievous grin of Barbie, who deftly wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer behind the curtain. Lum immediately forgot Bruce's order and was swept away by the sweet smell of Barbie as she twirled with him, their foreheads almost touching.

Lum leant forward from that position, arms holding her hips and whispered in her ear;

"Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, or am I going to have to punish you?"

His odd comment struck her by surprise and she giggled, "Oh, no!"

Lum raised his eyebrow and lifted one side of his smile. Then, slowly, he lowered his head to her collarbone, and started placing succulent kisses along the pronounced bone. With each kiss he would murmer, "Oh, yes," and continue, each becoming more and more passionate than the last.

Barbies breathing hitched and she moaned, the sound reverberating through her throat. Swiftly, Lum stopped, and brought his face level with hers, noses pressed together. Barbie bit her lip, looking up into his opaque blue eyes.

"I want you, Lucius Matthew. Right now. " she whispered, and his lips came down to meet hers, crashing down with immense passion.

The powerstruggle between lips and tongues continued like a dance, both so graceful, yet strong, like they had done this many times before.

Just as Lum threatened to deepen the kiss by pushing her up against the window, they heard a sound from the other side of the curtain. Both froze, her hands beneath his shirt, his cupping her breasts. Footsteps were very close, treading carfully by as the pair didn't move a muscle.

Annabelle walked slowly from her room, trying not to creak any floorboards. She had decided to try and sneak some food from the kitchen, as the hunger was starting to get unbearable.

She saw a curtain move uncharacteristically out the corner of her eye, and paused to watch it. Seemed like a window was open behind it, and she pulled back the curtain slightly to close it.

Lums breath caught in his throat. She couldn't see them, fortunately, it was too dark, but he could see her and that wasnt quite as fortunate. it meant he had failed, and had to stop her from going any further.

"Shoot," he muttered, "Sorry, Barbie,I've really gotta go!" and he darted out from behind the curtain to try and follow Annabelle.

The head chef could be heard from down the corridoor, grumbling and groaning about all the wasted food. The door creaked as Annabelle stepped though it, and instantly she could feel a dozen heads all turned toward her. Despite herself, Mrs Potts broke into a smile. The master had been rash and not thoughtful in his punishment, as always, but this girl seemed able, and willing, to defy both him and his punishments!

"You must be starving, my dear, come in, come in."

Annabelle looked around warily at the vast array of people in the expansive kitchen. Their ages streched from around 20 to over 60, and all gave her the same, inviting, yet unbelievable look.

"Now, now, we can't have this!" a voice Annabelle recognised came from behind the crowd of people.

"Bruce," Mrs Potts said testily.

"Agatha," he replied, eyebrows raised, "did you not hear the master? No food!"

Mrs Potts sighed, "Oh, Bruce, leave her be! There's plenty of food for her to have!"

"Fine," he gritted his teeth and finally looked over to Annabelle, who was standing awkwardly in the corner, "You can have bread, butter, perhaps some milk and then off to bed with you!"

"Surely, Mr Cogsworth, you have more heart than that!" came a voice from behind them. Lum was casually leaning against the doorframe, a smile crooked on his lips. Bruce harrumphed; he was just trying to follow the masters orders… there had been enough upset for one night!

It seemed Bruce was on his own for that thought. Mrs Potts bounded over to Lum and kissed him on the cheek, earning a brief blush blossoming on his face.

"Well then, Annabelle," Lum grinned and he broke open the doors again, "step into the dining room, and we will find something for you immediately!" he reached out his arm and she shyly rested her hand there, still not saying a word.

"Let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents: you dinner! "

All of a sudden the doors to the dining room swung back open, and at least six different men all walked in carrying different types of food. Lum, meanwhile, was lighting the few candles littered around the room, before bending over Annabelles shoulder and listing every single meal she could choose from:

"Beef Ragou!"

"Oh, Cheese Soufflé! "

"You must try the grey stuff, it's delicious!"

"Oh my dear, what are you going to choose - there's an exquisite soup de jour!"

Annabelle truly wasn't sure what was happening. One moment she is being offered bread and milk, and then a posh course meal!

"Perhaps I'll have the… Pie and Pudding en Flambé?"

Lum smiled and sat down in the chair beside her, "Be our guest."

And so she continued to eat with many inhabitants of the house, yet she could remember none of their names. The younger children couldn't remember either; she heard them all refer to her as 'the guest'.

With dessert, Mrs Potts offered her a cup of tea, and Annabelle didn't think she had ever been so eager for a cup of tea in her life.

(AN: Thanks so much for reading this story! Please comment if you like it or if you don't!)