[color=pink]Annie sat back and listened to her friend’s story. A small smile was across her full lips as she listened to her friend pretty much tell her she was interested in her brother. This was slightly awkward to hear about her brother. Not to mention that Freya was technically his mistress until otherwise stated by her father or she fired him.  A small sigh left her as she stood up and patted the spot where Freya had been sitting prior. “Sit down honey we need to talk.” With that she stepped out of the room for a moment before returning with a brush and a hair tie. 

Once Freya sat down, Annie began to delicately brush her hair. “I think you need to know something. It’s kind of important and I don’t want to hinder your feelings towards… your certain someone.” She said as if trying to hide the fact that she had picked up on it now. Annie’s strokes of brushing Freya’s hair were one of a trained and well-practiced manner.  Taking in a small breathe she began her story.

“One day, a long time ago; a brother and a sister were working for a master. A master who was kind and wonderful when the siblings arrived, granting the brother a job as a butler and the sister as a maid despite her lack of experience. The two worked there for a few years before something odd started to happen. The master started to show more interest in the sister, interest that wasn’t supposed to happen between a master and a maid. While the sister did her best to ignore it, the master kept up the actions. One day, when the sister was cleaning the library, a loose small bookshelf fell on her and pinned her to the ground. The master found her like that and began to…” Annie’s voice stumbled as she placed the brush down on the table and began to work her hands through her long hair. “Touch her in unwanted fashions. Before things got too far, the sister’s cries for help was met by her brother breaking down the locked library door. When the brother arrived into the room the sight he saw was one a loving brother would never want to see and he… he snapped.”

A long sigh left Annie as she continued, her fingers braiding Freya’s hair in a trained manner. “He doesn’t remember much of what happened but the sister saw it all. The master was beaten badly and knocked out. The brother lifted the bookcase off of his sister before grabbing the master’s chair in one hand and in his other dragging the already naked man by his arm out of the manor and into the town square nearby. It was late at night and the brother tied the naked master to the chair and wrote “rapist”’ on his chest and forehead; the master was found the next morning. For obvious reasons, the siblings left their employers but the brother was arrested and put into prison for a few years.” 

“Upon the brother’s release, the sister had gone to school for training as a maid and it wasn’t until they were sitting on a park bench, out of options for employment because their former master had ruined the siblings’ reputation saying the sister attempted to seduce him for his fortune and the brother always had violent tendencies, they were approached by a head butler to offer them both a job.” A sigh left her as she wrapped the braid up behind Freya’s head. “The brother and sister are incredibly happy and very in-debt to the people who took them in. But what their former master said were lies about them. Especially the brother, the brother never had violent tendencies but, when he loves someone, and cares about someone; he feels the need to protect them and will do whatever he can to insure their happiness and their safety. His love is unconditionally and completely devoted so please, know that the brother is a great person and will keep anyone safe.” 

Leaning down she gave her friend a hug from behind before pulling back and patting her on the head. “Story time is over. Now; obviously you can take care of yourself but I have a strange feeling that being here, and with me, isn’t exactly where you want to be.” Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a single key and placed it on the table. “Something tells me the person you want to visit won’t let you in unless you have a key… so I might accidentally leave my key here…”[/color]

James rolled over in bed, a large cough leaving him as he slowly sat up, his horizontal stripped PJs hanging loosely off of his pale body. Annie said that he wasn’t contagious but that he was just exhausted and now he was thirsty. His body moved slowly through his apartment and he stumbled to stay standing. Finally making it to the kitchen, James leaned feeling exhausted against the fridge door. All he wanted was hot chocolate and he was tired just getting into the kitchen. Boy he was sick…