Well, this is my first drabble thread. I haven't even heard of them until I came to Menewsha! x) So I'm excited. I'm planning to have these drabbles build up the characters I have had in RPs.

*I read somewhere that drabbles are suppose to be like 100 words. :drool: Oops. I'm gonna break that rule a lot. e_e Sorry.

My list:

1. Too poor to have a child
2. Meet your new friend
3. Beaten into submission
4. Dangerous Childhood, cruelty reflects
5. Growing up, How lovely to be a Woman
6. Falling in love
7. Jealousy
8. Crime of Passion
9. Get out! Punishment, Dieing inside
10. Moving on

11. Head of the pack, taking over
12. Queen on trial, death and second murder
13. Regaining what is MINE
14. Love is lonely, don't tell, secret flirting
15. Dead rose ceiling
16. You're too good for me, the Gardner, I'll keep it beautiful for you
17. Drink with me
18. I've always loved you
19. He's gone!
20. Waiting ends, the Wall

21. Black knight
22. I'll take you home, good Samaritan
23. Sparrow's freedom
24. French maid
25. Butler or escort
26. Cheetah
27. Experiment No. 8
28. Kidnapped
29. After all these years...
30. An eternity later

31. Heir to the throne
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1. Too poor to have a child

A mother held her newborn in her arms, cradling the child with a small smile. She rocked her quietly and hummed a simple, soothing tune. Anna was the perfect baby, never cried for very long, didn't mind socks on her feet, and thankfully, slept through the night. This would've been the start of a simple yet happy life if times hadn't been so hard. Her family lived among a caravan of gypsies traveling the country side. Most towns hated the sight of them but they were all too afraid of black magic and curses to say or do anything about it. The gypsies would merely pass through, offering readings to anyone willing to come forward.

Anna's parents knew this wasn't the life for her. Avoiding real civilization, begging on the streets, hated by society... They loved their daughter dearly, but the cards had told them she was meant for so much more. How could they deny her destiny? If she had a chance to really make something of herself, how could they, as her parents, let her stay to sleep in tents? It broke their hearts to let her go, but it hurt even more to stay selfish and keep her. Instead they would enjoy the little time they had with her until fate took her away.

• On her knees, barely able to bend over, Rawnie laid out her tarot cards in the dirt. It was twilight and a low flame kept her eyes from straining. She read over cards, not believing her eyes. A miracle had happened!
  
  "Baul! Quick, come here!"
  "Rawnie! Is the baby coming? Do I need to get the midwife?!"
  "Better! Come here!"
  
  Her husband came to stand over her, his own eyes examining the series of pictures placed carefully in rows. He gasped in amazement and fell to his knees to get a closer look. After a moment of silence he looked to Rawnie with a large smile. "Our daughter! My daughter, meant for such great things!"
  
  He picked the cards up and laid them out again for further study. But this combination left their faces white. Although destined for fame and riches, Anna could not achieve it in their small way of life. Rawnie sighed and rubbed her stomach as most pregnant mothers do. A mixture of joy and great sorrow swelled inside her.

That day came soon after her first birthday. They had traveled to a fairly large town, equipped with its own manor house. It towered over the quaint cottages with a menacing emphasis on authority. While the serfs toiled about in the fields, whatever Lord and Lady dwelling inside were comfortably living a life of royalty. The gypsies immediately saw this and took their chance. Like other children from stories and tales, in the cover of night they left their infant daughter on the doorstep with a short note reading, "My name is Anna". Several hours later servants found her and she was brought to the Lady of the house, Elisabeth.

The child must've had a spell cast on her because the moment Elisabeth laid eyes on Anna, she immediately felt that primal maternal instinct.

2. Meet your new friend

"George! I've always wanted a daughter."
"Elisabeth, look at her. She's a gypsy! Look! Look at that dark hair, she can't be an equal to my son."

The wife stood definitely with the baby in her arms. Anna cooed innocently, only slightly concerned about the loud and angry voices coming from her new 'family'. "Your son?"
She laughed slightly and shook her head. "I can't BELIEVE you! Sure, your son. You go knock up some maid because you can't wait- it takes time, George!"

"You've had 6 miscarriages! Six! Six miscarriages. Do you honestly think you're going to have a child of your own any time soon?"

Silence followed. Without another word Elisabeth exited the room. His cruel words were like poison. Nothing in the world pained her more than her infertility. For women of her status and class, the inability to have children was more than a curse. It left people whispering, wondering what was wrong with her. She must've been a freak.

But for once, happiness... she smiled down at Anna and hugged her. "My daughter..." Her hand smoothed the baby's thick hair as her emerald eyes looked into her beautiful blue eyes. So blue, like the ocean. "My Anna. You are a blessing I have prayed for."

Behind her another child stood. He looked at his 'mother' with an unnaturally sinister face. Jealousy raged in his bones. From all the fighting he knew she wasn't his 'real' mom. He felt like an outcast, like she never really loved him. After all, he was the source of all his parents troubles. If it wasn't for him she'd still be in a happy marriage, expecting a baby soon.

He cleared his throat loud enough for her to hear. Elisabeth didn't even turn around. She only sighed slightly and asked, "Yes, Alex?"

The boy walked around the tall figure to look up at her face. He frown and reached for her arms in silence. Elisabeth just shook her head. "No, I'm holding the baby right now. Besides, you're too heavy- big boys shouldn't want to be held. You're a big boy now, go play. Run along."

It was the usual response- go away, I'm busy.
At such an early age, Alexander has learned to hate them. Both of them. Anna and Elisabeth. Anna wasn't her real child either, why should SHE get her love and attention? He was here first!

31. Heir to the throne

A flame licked the darkness, trying to penetrate a growing evil, its thick candle shaking in a nervous hand. Aurora's fingers tightened around the white wax as her eyes stared desperately at the door in front of her. Behind it she could hear hissing and snickering, all waiting for her presence. She prepared herself mentally and reached for the door knob. It was hot to the touch, but all she could do was flinch and force it open.

A blinding light illuminated her surroundings, a roaring fire pounded in her ears, and a sheering heat started to burn at her skin. But once she was noticed, the flames started to die out. Instead of giant blobs lining the wall, they took shape and formed legs and arms, shrinking, shrinking until they were mere embers on the floor. It was suddenly very cold and very dark, a startling difference that always frightened her, no matter how many times she witnessed it.

Across the enormous room a man sat on a throne. Around him were rows of empty seats, long abandoned by the court that use to sit there. His eyes glowed slightly, like burning coal, staring down at his servant until she spoke.

"You called for me, sir?"

She had summoned her courage and stood tall before him with tight lips, but a quivering chin gave away her front. Truthfully, she was terrified. The man she served, Damien, was a cruel one with never a kind word to say unless he was trying to manipulate the situation. He was quick to violence, but also quick to smile. His charming face and personality always seemed make his evil more sinister than the average monster.

"I did, I did..."
He sat back and placed his ankle over his knee to get comfortable. A smirk grew on his face, his voice very soft spoken. Damien closed his eyes and took in a large breath of air, then sighed. "Is that jasmine I smell? I always loved that perfume of yours. Come closer, my sense of smell is weak."

Aurora's hand was shaking so much the candle was threatening to fail. She quickly placed it on a chair before it left her in darkness. Besides that little flame, the only source of light was a large opened window. At times like these, a full moon didn't comfort eyes that needed light.
She walked slowly towards him, stopping every few feet, but he continued to coax her forward.

"Closer. Closer... closer still, Aurora, you're teasing me. Closer."

By now she was almost touching him. Her shoes were almost on top of his, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he looked down right pleased. Damien pulled her hand into his and brought it up to his cheek to feel it. Aurora flinched at his touch, but could do nothing to stop him. Her fingers subconsciously tried curling back away from his skin, and that was unacceptable. When she saw his face start to contort into a snarl, she quickly tried withdrawing her hand, but it was too late. He yanked hard on her whole arm, jerking her, making her stumble.

"I'm sorry- I, I didn't mean to, I shouldn't--"
He cut her off, his face back to a warm smile. "You're nervous, relax, I'm not going to hurt you." He promised it, even if she already knew that was a lie, "You look tired, sit down, I want to talk to you."

She briefly looked around the room for the closet chair, but before she could fetch one he had pulled her onto his lap. Damien positioned her like a life size doll, hanging her arm around his neck and moving her legs so they stretched across him and hung off the arm rest.

"Now, isn't that comfy?"

The only thing she could bare to do was nod. He pressed the side of his face against her neck and breathed heavily again, whispering into her ear "See? Just relax."
His teeth bit lightly into her ear, but snickered and stopped to laugh. He had felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as she blushed. He knew so many conflicting feelings were running through her. Disgust, yet obsession and passion. She hated him, but loved him. No matter how he treated her, she always came crawling back for more.

Damien sat back again and tilted his chin down to look over her uniform. After years of serving she fit his picky standards to a T. A simple, modest, little black dress with tall heels. He didn't want her looking like a slut, but he still liked her looking good. A little make up, nothing too flashy, and long brown hair. She was his prized possession, like an award winning pedigree dog he had bred and groomed himself.

"Aurora, how many years have I had you? 10 years?"
"11, sir."
"Ah, yes. I was 17 when I found you, and you were...?"
"16."
"Right. And 11 years later here we are."
He paused and ran his fingers through her hair. Aurora just looked down at her hands and gulped silently.

"Aurora, we aren't getting any younger, and you know how picky I am with women." He paused again and moved her face so she was looking at his. "I know I've never asked you to do anything like this, but--"

She suddenly knew where this was going. In a panic she tried getting away from him, but Damien already prepared for this reaction. His arms wound tightly around her and kept her in place.

"Damien! Please, no! I don't want to- you can't!"

He squeezed her torso until she was gasping for air. His face was back to a sinister snarl. His voice raised against her frantic cries. "For that I'll have to remind you I can. Think of it this way, your son will be a king!"

His servant broke down crying. The lack of oxygen was turning her face red and her struggling had dwindled down. Damien quickly pushed her off him before she got his shirt wet. He jumped up and stepped over her. Instead of trying to run Aurora was trying to breathe! Anxiety was gripping her lungs and disbelief clouded her eyes in tears. Though a monster he was, in one particular category he was a gentleman, never even asking for a kiss. But now...? Now this?

She turned her head to look at him, but he was already walking out of the throne room. He turned around before exiting, and hissed, "You've got THREE hours to change your attitude or we'll have to do this the hard way."