Quick warning this chapter does contain a bit of violence, so if you don't want that you can just read the summary at the end!
Chapter 2
Mother got the chance to fulfill her promise all too soon.
It was a sunny day, blue skies, bright sunlight, chattering springtime birds. But I watched, I listened, there was a storm brewing making for our house at an inordinate speed.
I was 18 now, fully grown. The rest of my body had filled out nicely like my legs. My hair was thick and a full chocolate brown. My eyes remained unchanged. Doctors said that was the one thing about a person that never changed. Eyes.
Father had called me into his study to talk. About what I did not know. When I entered it my mental map of my father told me immediately something was very very wrong.
His back was straight his features set in a hard emotionless line. His skin was taut with tense muscles. His hands were folded on his desk.
To anyone else he would have looked like a business man going in for a meeting, but for me I could recognize he was tense for some reason.
"Sit down Victoria."
Victoria Elizabeth was my full name. Women didn't have last names until they were married. Generally a woman, after claimed, was branded like cattle to show who they belonged to. I'd heard that some of the richer houses simply tattooed them, but the crueler families always used the hot iron.
I sat in the plush visitor's seat in front of my father's desk.
"By now you've probably realized something's wrong," I nodded, "your… master," the word made his mouth twist in revulsion, "is coming to claim you."
My hot blood ran cold and goosebumps ripples up my pint and arms, "No." I whispered, fear working it's way into my system for the first time since I met the rattlesnake.
Father's expression softened and he walked over to me and stood in front of the chair, placing a hand on my knee and taking my chin and lowering it to look into his eyes. His eyes mirrored my own fear and anxiety.
"It will be different with them. You can no longer train, no longer speak freely. I don't want to think about what they will do. You must promise me," his grip on my chin became painful and he stared into my eyes looking pleading, "you will not lose yourself. You will not lose who you are. And you will not let them take it from you. Promise me Victoria."
I stared at him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes and I flung myself forward, throwing my arms around him and whispering, "I promise."
Roughly a week later I stood in the attire "suggested" by my new master. I wore a simple yellow sun dress with flowers around the skirt.
Mother stood next to father looking duller and blanker than ever. But in her eyes I saw the same look as when she killed the snake. I saw determination, rigid and unmoving. And I saw something else, she looked resigned.
Something passed between us and mother's hand rested gingerly on an off lump in her pocket, long and thin like a dagger. Cold rushed through me. Her promise, she would keep it. She would die before they took me..
Father walked forward at a loud knock on the door and mother moved silently next to me. One of mother's hands was in her pocket the other tightened around my wrist.
Several men walked in wearing black suits. Each looked like they could benchpress a car.
Mother's grip tightened as one man with messy brown hair, maybe 20, walked in. A ring on his left pointer finger showed the outline of a rose.
The man looked me over then his cold gaze turned to mother. His eyes narrowed at her hands.
"Let go of my property." The man said coldly.
Mother's voice was eerily calm and she produced a long iron dagger from her pocket, "over my dead body."
Mother calmly pushed me back behind her.
The man's eyebrow ticked and he looked at my father. Father looked too stunned to speak.
"Very well woman. Kill her and the man."
My jaw dropped fear quickly hurtling through me, fear for my father fear for my mother, shock that he would kill both of them, and fear for myself.
Mother tightened her grip on the dagger but it was quickly taken from her and her and father were forced to their knees guns pointed at their heads. One man gripped my wrist and begun to drag me out.
"No!" I screamed, thrashing violently, "No! Let me go! Father! Mother!"
Gunshots echoed.
The man wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged my violently flailing form back. I was screaming incoherent curses, threats, and simple sobs of shock and rage.
Eventually my limbs sunk and I became a sobbing mess of a woman, seeing the men come out of my old home with my parent's blood staining their black suits.
Hey guys!
Short chapter, I know. I keep on getting the ideas down in less words then I think it'll take u
So yeah I didn't go TOO explicit with the violence (I hope). I wanted to keep the focus on Victoria (yaaay I finally figured out her name u). Here's the summary:
Victoria (main chara now 18) finds out she's going to her new master, a man with a ring with a rose design on it, and her mother tries to defend her. Her mother gets herself and Victoria's father killed by Victoria's new "master" and Victoria leaves with him.
So that's the basics, really all that's necessary for the rest of the story! Love you all! Review!
~Hellantroy