Christine looked at her Aunt horrified. "Chris are you listening to me?" her voice was sharp filled with a desire to accomplish her plan. "yes" she mumbled. "Well than hurry up get dressed into your best piece of clothing" Christine grew angry but couldnt stop her Aunt. She climbed up the steps letting them creak beneath her feet. She looked out the only window in the tiny apartment, kids were playing, young women giggling while enjoying longlasting friendships. How much Christine longed for that. She sighed and walked from the window entering her room. Picking out her best dress she layed it on the bed and touched her hair. She felt for her brush using the tiny amount of light she had and brushed it out. She decided for a braid in her hair as she had seen many of the young women with that hair style. Her Aunt often called her hair a "curse" and Christine believed her. Christine believed most things her Aunt said.

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She carefully navigated down the stairs in her dress and walked towards her aunt who was waiting. "took you long enough" her aunt grumbled.

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the car pulled up to a stunning mansion. Christine looked with eyes opened wide. She had never seen something so beautiful. But yet again thats what rich people are like, see how many figures are in the bank and who has the largest house. She closed her eyes for a moment and held her breathe as her Aunt came up beside her, "you reck this for me and i swear you'd wish you never been born". A chill ran down Christine's spine as she followed her Aunt in. She was stuck, stuck with this life, stuck around these people. Will it ever change?.

Cassius looked at Keefe. "If you do or say anything wrong boy, I swear I will whip you till you are half dead. You here me?" He hissed, his dark green eyes glinting. Keefe lifted his chin. "Blah blah blah to you too, father dearest." He answered sarcastically, earning himself another slap. He did nothing about it. Maybe the people who were coming would see the red hand print on his face and decide it was a bad idea, saving themselves. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorframe, his messily styled golden blonde hair lying across his forehead with his icy blue eyes shining out from beneath it. Cassius and Gisela greeted people at the door. Keefe stood straight and walked forward, glimpsing a short, slim girl with brown hair that lay in curls across her back, braided. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but he saw a glimpse of something deeper in her blue eyes. In his opinion, her eyes were amazing. They glimmered in the light of the sunlight. Her aunt, on the otherhand, reminded him of a witch. He wrinkled his nose slightly before remaining silent. Cassius smiled. "Hello Ms. (Insert Last Name here). Welcome to our humble abode. This is my son, Keefe Sencen." He said. Keefe lifted his chin slightly. "How absolutely splendid with sprinkles on top to meet you." He drawled sarcastically, only to defy his father as much as possible. Cassius glowered, moving closer to be able to grab Keefe's wrist and wrench it backwards. "What is your name, young lady?" Cassius asked.

Christine looked around the house shocked. She had never seen anything so beautiful. She followed her Aunt towards some people. Chrisinte looked towards and studied these strange people. Especially the young man. His icy blue eyes stung her own. As she watched him she hadn't realised someone asking her a question. Her aunt (bridget) pocked Christines back causing her to whince, "answer the gentleman" bridget hissed. "i'm so sorry, my name is Christine" she left off her last name which would mean nothing to the man, she hoped. Slowly christine breathed out, she dared not look at Bridget as her Aunt would be furious with her.

Cassius lifted his chin slightly, his whole appearance absolutely perfect. Not a single hair out of place, nor a single speck of dust on his clothing. However, he was always like that, for company or not. "Pleased to meet you, Christine." Cassius said with a slight distaste on his tongue. The important thing was that the aunt was to his liking. "Keefe, why don't you show Christine around." Cassius almost glared at the golden haired boy. It was not a request, but a command.

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Keefe had been waiting silently, deciding a bunch of stupid remarks weren't worth a bunch of new scars. At the instruction he blew out a breath. "Of course my beloved father." He answered with a sarcastic tone and an eye roll to go along with it, then gestured for Christine to follow him. He stayed silent till they were out of earshot, then he turned to her. "Okay, I have absolutely nothing against you but my parents suck and they'd rather I be a pile of manure. They are only forcing this stupid marriage because they want an heir to this hell hole, and I dare say that because it seems like you aren't pleased as pie about it either. Also, forgive me, but your aunt seriously reminds me of the wicked witch of the west, and man is she rude. I can tell already." He snorted heavily, his ice blue eyes flitting to hers. "But honestly, I have nothing against you at all, so don't take anything I say as an insult. I just want to find any way I can to make this not happen, and maybe run away because ya know being a beggar would be more fun than this." He wrinkled his nose slightly before lifting an eyebrow. "Offended yet?"

Christine giggled. She had never seen someone so open before and she liked it! "I'm being forced into this as well". She said nothing more of fear she would open up too much. She glanced at Bridget, from this far away she looked exactly like a wicked witch.

She reached up and started messing with the back of her dress, the colar was really irriating her. She glanced around the room trying to make sense of it all. She wasn't supposed to be here, she didnt want to trick these people it seemed wrong. She looked towards the young man and for a second she seemed lost in his eyes.

Quickly snapping her head away she moved some leaves with her foot, which she guessed most defintley have come in when her Aunt and Christine arrived as the place was spotless.

(sorry its short trying to find things to write xD)

Keefe lifted his chin slightly and glanced at Cassius and her aunt before gesturing for Christine to follow deeper into the mansion, down a couple long halls so they were out of sight. He then leaned against a wall. "That sucks. I wish you at least wanted to- then it would at least be less torture for one of us." He said drily, running a hand through his messy hair. "But at least we can work together to get out of it. Weird question, if you don't want to answer you dont have to, but how old are you?" He inquired. Her slim frame and shorter stance suggested she was younger, and he was absolutely terrified his evil parents would force him to marry someone years younger than him. That would be horrible. "Another question. Why you? Did your aunt like, volunteer or something?" He asked with a slightly disgusted tone, mostly because he hated his father even more right now. "Sorry again, nothing against you. My father is just evil." Keefe muttered under his breath, looking stressed. "I'll ask if there is any way we can at least get another month to *get to know each other*. In that time we can think about how to stop this. Unless you don't want to, but I will not just roll over and act like a malnourished puppy because my father threatens to whip me." He said too quickly, then realized he had said too much. He ducked his head slightly, then cleared his throat. "We should go back soon, touring the mansion doesn't take forever. It was nice meeting you though, Christine, although the circumstances kind of are horrible." He offered a slightly strained smile before heading back towards their parents.

Christine nodded, "i'm 19", "far to young for marriage" she said under her breathe, hoping he didnt hear. She thought about her Aunt and how much trouble she was already going to be in so she left the second question unanswered. Until now she hadnt realise that maybe, just maybe someone else suffered the way she did. She wanted to tell this young man everything and nothing at the same time, but thats dangerous especially for someone who you just met.

Crhistine nodded and agreed. She was one for less talking, well more like her Aunt made her that way, Christine whinced with the thought and slowly followed Keefe back to the others.

She wanted this nightmare to be over. Bridget was so selfish, only wanting this for the money. What about Chrisitne, did she mean anything to her aunt? "christine!" "yes aunty" "say goodbye we are leaving". "goodbye" she replied softly not eager to leave this place and return to the toture of her own home

Keefe breathed out slowly. At her quiet mumble he closed his eyes a moment. "Far too young." He repeated to himself, almost silently. This wasn't fair in any sort of arrangement, especially since.. well.. she must be treated horribly by her aunt if that women was making her get married when she didn't want to. When Christine did not answer his question he let a little worry flick across his face. Sheesh. What mastermind evil plan could they be planning? Then again, Keefe didn't care what happened to his parents. At this point he'd rather die than stay here much longer. He strode out towards the main hall, meeting the sharp gaze of his father with a small wrinkle of his nose. Eeyuck. Cassius looked so ugly and oily when he was sneering. The man turned to the aunt and said his proper goodbyes, then ordered Keefe to do the Same. "Farewell..." He paused. "And pray I never see you again." He mumbled under his breath. Not Christine. Of course he didn't want to MARRY her, pfft, but she seemed like a nice person, and she seemed to have went through a similar thing as him- she might be a good friend to have along. Nooo, he meant her aunt. Keefe didn't like the woman already and he didn't even know her. As soon as they left he blocked an infuriated slap from his father. "You are the most disrespectful piece of garbage ever! Get to your room now!" Cassius bellowed. Keefe bared his teeth. "Okay Mr. I Rule The World, I am 20 years old and can do what I want. Don't let me near a gun or you may not have this trash of a son to carry on your disgusting *legacy* and I know Gisela can't reproduce. Just kill me already and stop this torture!" He barked, his icy blue eyes snapping as he stalked away. Tomorrow was the full moon. He'd be able to let go for a little bit.

Christine looked towards her Aunt, "i know you guys were planning something behind those walls" she screamed "its plain to see with that look on your face". Chrisitne hoped the people inside the mansion hadnt heard anyting. Bridget realsing where they still were, settled down and opened the car door, Christine went to do the same but Bridget had other plans "You will walk home" she said rather amused. Christine stared in horror it would take her at least half an hour if not more. She looked towards Bridget with pleading eyes "please dont make me walk that far" "enough, its time for you to learn a proper lesson". Christine looked towards the mansion and sighed she watched her Aunt leave and slowly started walking back home. The air was crisp. Nice day for a walk if you werent in a dress. She sighed, "i'm 19 why cant I control myself, why cant i stand up for myself". Taking one last look at the stunning house she turned a corner and begun walking home.

Keefe went straight to his room, not to obey his father but to change into more comfortable clothing he literally had to hide. His parents would hate to see him in anything but the most pristine stupid stuff, so he had bought and hid much more suitable clothing. Plus the easiest way out was his window. He slammed the door, to make known he was in his room so his father wouldn't come looking for him, then quickly ripped off the silly suit and pulled on some faded blue jeans, boots, and a button up flannel shirt. He still looked like a handsome boy out of a fantasy book, with his golden blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and impeccable features, but he felt much more normal. Then Keefe opened the window and swung out, quickly getting down on the ground and brushing off his hands before deciding to go to town. He went to a hidden shed, where he kept most of his stuff, and wheeled out a motorbike- his favorite form of traveling. Small, easy, simple, and fast. He slipped on a helmet that hid his face and black leather gloves, then started it and quietly drove down the driveway. A little ways down, after he had accelerated a little, he noticed a lone figure walking down the path. With a slight tilt of his head, as he grew closer, he recognized Christine, even though he had only seen her once. As he pulled up near her he stopped. "Where did your aunt go? Why are you walking?" Keefe asked, sounding a little surprised as he slipped off his helmet, his golden hair mussed slightly.