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Chapter 2: Discovered
"Jim…Luka…Jim," I repeated to myself. Huddled up in an alleyway, I could be the subject of passing rumors once someone had spotted me. Women in Victorian dresses eyed me with unreasonable suspicions as they walked by. They usually whipped out their beautifully embroidered fans and held it to their fast-moving lips, probably commenting about the tattered rags I called my clothes.
"Look at her…so dirty…"
"Ha...she get thrown out or…?"
"A filthy street rat…no big deal"
I don't care how they view me. Ugly rat, dirty filth, whatever. All of those insults stabbed me brutally, causing me to clutch my arms, frightened. I would sometimes throw back some disturbing insults, making them hop away on their clicking heels.
Even worse, pedophiles would sometimes cross by, hoping to pick me up with some nice talk, or the pull of an arm. Pushing, shoving, and fighting them away often works when I show them what I could really do.
Except for today.
A variety of shops were in need of an employee, judging by the HELP WANTED signs posted on their windows. But when I go up to their doorstep, even one footstep inside their store, I am shoved outside with a broom waving in the air.
"Get lost, you mangy scum!" the manager screams.
I stood up and ran away, shoving aside the passersby inside the busy crowd. Tears overflowed in both of my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. Gasping for breath, I swerve abruptly to an alleyway, holding my chest.
"Hello there child," a deep voice rumbled. I squeaked in surprise and slammed my back against the wall. The stranger walked out of the shadows, revealing his tall figure.
He had smooth and wavy black hair, piercing golden eyes protected by glasses, skin pale as the finest marble, and a clad black suit that could only be worn by butlers. Who was this man?
"Who are you?" I said, echoing my thoughts.
"You give me a slight interest in you," he said.
Another pedophile? I thought. Crud!
"Sorry, not interested," I snarled. Before I knew it, my arms were pinned to the brick wall, held by his steel grip. A dark pink glowed in his eyes as he began to talk to me.
"I am Claude Faustus, butler of the Trancy mansion and to His Highness, Alois Trancy," the man said. I registered the news in my mind, panicking. The old man had a son?! I knew my expression was priceless, knowing that the perverted geezer probably bore a child with one of his slaves.
"No...fucking…way, am I going…to be a slave…to a Trancy," I spat, spraying spit on his face. Claude did not flinch and held his position.
"You do need a job, correct?" H-How did he know? "I spotted you strolling through shops that a HELP WANTED sign on it. I assumed that you were in need of a job." Well, not to a Trancy that is.
"Will you accept?" His steel grip on my wrists tightened and I inhaled sharply. "Will you?" Claude hissed, even more ferocious than before. Bones cracked and I breathed heavily, taking short breaths. Oh, the pain was too much for me to handle!
"Yes…" I mumbled. "Take me your Highness." Claude released me and I sighed in relief, rubbing the red finger imprints on my wrist. He beckoned me to follow him through the alleyway. I trailed behind him, until we came upon a marvelous carriage. It was crimson red complete with golden outlines.
Claude opened the carriage door and motioned for me to come inside. I didn't want to look into those demonic eyes of his again. Once I sat on a leather seat inside the carriage, Claude closed the door and took place as a coachman. Outside, I heard the sound of a harsh whip and the moaning neighs of horses.
I propped my elbows on my knees and buried my face into my hands.
What have I gotten myself into?
All purple-haired triplets bowed down in unison when I stepped foot upon the mansion premises. Apparently, it has an extravagant structure, which clearly amazed me. Angel fountains were set on opposite sides of the mansion, surrounded by trimmed bushes and bluebells.
Claude tapped his glasses up the bridge of his nose and opened the doors. A maid tall in stature folded her hands and bowed her head, taking my hand. I jerked away.
"What's my job?" I asked, taking in my surroundings. The checkered floors gleamed under the sparkling, golden chandelier held up on the ceiling. Two staircases led up to the second floor where many rooms await my arrival.
"Being a maid." Claude said. "Now go with Hannah. She will change you into a maid uniform." I nodded and Hannah took my hand. She led me up the stairs while my eyes roamed over her body.
Hannah had pale lavender hair, coca brown skin, indigo eyes, and wore purple lipstick. I noticed a tightly woven gauze wrapped over her left eye. What happened to it?
"Hannah…your name correct?" I said, finally interrupting the silence.
"Hannah Anafeloz," she said. Judging by her personality, she seems to be more of a quiet person, not a conversationalist. Her lips pursed when she opened the door to a room in he corridors. I released her hand and examined the room.
Flowered wallpaper included a noble feeling to it and the peach carpet felt luxurious under my dirty toes. A king-sized bed sat in the corner, complete with a candle on top of a wooden dresser.
"I think I need a bath," I pointed out. Hannah chuckled and led me to another door, which led to a bathroom. I find it convenient to have a bathroom inside a bedroom.
She followed me inside, probably to help me take a bath.
"Um, thank you Hannah." Hannah smiled, offering to help me undress. I cringed, uncomfortable with someone seeing me naked. Well, I should be used to that since…well…I don't want to mention the past.
I flung my soiled shirt into a laundry basket along with some foul smelling trousers. Hannah walked over to the bathtub and turned the faucet, water shooting down with clouds of warm fog rising from the heat. When the water rose up at a good level, I plunged myself into the soapy sensation.
A lather of shampoo ( ? ) poured into my hair, along with Hannah's slender fingers running through my blanched tendrils. She massaged my temples and rinsed the bubbling suds with a bowl of water. I let out a sigh of relaxation.
Once I stepped out of the tub, Hannah dried me with a smooth towel, the lush material caressing my pale skin. I took a quick glance at the mirror, frowning at how similar I look to an albino. White hair, ashen skin, and soft blue eyes. The characteristics of a ghastly animal in the snow.
Hannah shoved a maid uniform at my face. It was long-sleeved and included a white apron tied around the waist. She smiled and held a pair of mary janes and white stockings on her other hand. Even worse, there was a corset sitting on a chair in the corner.
I stiffened in the grand hall, trying to resist scratching myself where it itches so badly. The corset dug into my skin and the customary uniform tightened around my torso. My mary janes tortured my small feet so much, I wanted to kick them off.
Double doors were slammed open, and out walked Claude with another by his side. I almost screamed Jim! when the boy came into view. He had messy blonde hair and a pair of glacial blue eyes.
Alois? Jim? Who the hell is this Earl?