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CHAPTER 2: THE POOR BEGGAR GIRL

~SEBASTIAN~
I was out in the town of London doing errands for the young master. I was trying to find someone to look after him. It was times like these where Mey-rin might have done something utterly, and completely idiotic in hopes of impressing me. She was a very silly girl. The most interesting thing about London, were the people there. When I was walking, I noticed I had entered 'beggar's square. Beggar's square were the four corners of London's center filled with beggars. Male, female, transvestites, and all other poor, homeless fools solicited the richer for money. And then, one girl caught my eye. She seemed to be stronger and wiser than the other beggars. She seemed trustworthy enough to watch a twelve year old boy. I had to trust my instincts. It is my job, to protect my contractor. I am one hell of a butler after all.
When I looked at this girl, I realized she had space in her heart. She had a space in her heart for something to protect. Her soul seemed pure and rich. And yet, she looked so wounded inside. She never looked up at the people who gave her coins. She just nodded, as if their generosity was so simple. I had to approach her. I was curious.
As I began walking toward her, the people stared at me. Hey seemed confused. They didn't understand why I was walking toward this specific poor person. I guess they were confused, because I chose the strangest looking one. Hmph. It's not a big fuss that should be made. I had a rite to do what I'd wanted to do, and I didn't understand why they cared.
I finally reached her in the left side of Beggar's Corner. She didn't accept my presence. I don't believe she trusted me. I couldn't help but notice her hair. Her hair was so bright. It was a bloody red color, and it had glimmers of bright orange. She was...beautiful. I shook it off and I laughed. I knelt down beside her. I hoped she would look at me, so we wouldn't have to cause a scene. It was amusing. To see her ignore someone who was attempting to show her kindness. She had a air about her, and this air, this...thing that she possessed inside her soul, made her different from so many other humans. She had fear, strength, dignity, and honesty. No human soul had ever possessed all of those elements. That is what drew me to her.
I knelt down beside her. I tried not to laugh, but I did. I laughed to hide by curiosity and intrigue. It was something I had learned to conceal quite well. Hundreds of years changing bodies and eating souls, wondering the pits of hell and the surface of the world, learning and adapting, gave me the greatest power of all; the power of deception.
As I knelt down next to this girl she avoided my eyes. There was something she didn't want me to see. I could tell. But she stayed seated. I don't know what I did to upset her, but she suddenly stood up, and began to run. Before she could take many steps, I grabbed her arm. I didn't intend to hurt her, and I don't believe I did. But at that moment, when I grabbed her forearm, she didn't pull away. She relaxed. She seemed comforted in a way. I couldn't understand her actions. They were to...rash. The way she stood there, calm and protected, made me wonder about her. Could she sense something in me that I did not fully sense? Was she even more special than I had assumed? I began to question what type of human she was. And as I thought, I asked her to come with me. I could sense she wanted answers to something, and I lied by telling her I could give her answers. I should have not lied to her, but it was the only thing I could get her to do. Damned it all be, she swore she would follow me. Damned it all if she found out I was lying. Damned everything. I needed something for her to trust me with. I needed her to look at me. I needed to find her agenda, and I needed to see her soul. I embraced her. I wrapped my arms around her, and I listened to her breathing calm itself. Her breath morphed from a panicked, to a relaxed rhythm. She wasn't as scared as she had been before, but she still wasn't completely sure. I sighed. This was all to amusing. I realized I had to leave, so I grabbed her forearm again, and I ran. I ran with her, lightly dragging behind me.
After five minutes or so of running away from the town center, we arrived at the young master's carriage. I had hoped that he would let me use the carriage for this errand, and I am thankful he did. I opened the door and threw her inside. I sat down beside her, and slammed the door shut. The carriage began to move, and I saw the girl look behind us, watching the town disappear. I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned my head, she avoided me. I smiled. She couldn't have known how fast I was. When the girl wasn't paying any attention, I turned, and jumped close to her, so our faces were almost touching. She stared blankly into my red eyes, and I stared back into her green eyes. She was beautiful. Battered, bruised and hurt, but she was beautiful. I smiled at her, and as I returned to my seat I chuckled. I asked her name, but she didn't respond. I didn't force her. I just called her the poor beggar girl. It suited her. And then, all of a sudden, I felt weight on my shoulder. I turned to see her, resting on my arm. I smiled. She was a sweet girl. She seemed sweet at least. I didn't say a word. I let her rest.