Abuse

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The blond teacher was about to leave the school yard to go home, when she heard someone shout her name and stopped. Only seconds later Tseng was beside her.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Elena answered, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Since their fight the day before she hadn’t talked to him, as she was ashamed by her harsh reaction and didn’t know how to apologise.

“Tseng… Because of yesterday… I want to say that I’m sorry, I was a bit unfair and-”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t better either.” He gave her a little smile and she felt a lot better. Slowly they continued their way down the street in silence.

“So… What is it?” Elena finally asked, curious to know why Tseng had come after her.

“I thought about our little discussion and… well, decided it won’t be that bad to have an open eye on the brothers.”

“I see. And what did your open eye found out?”

Tseng smiled a bit. “Maybe we better discuss this with a cup of coffee?”

Elena couldn’t help but blush, mentally kicking and reminding herself that this wasn’t really an invitation for a date. “Sure. I know a nice little café not far from here.”

“Perfect.”

They finished the last few meters talking about this and that, avoiding the serious issue until they sat down outside the café. Fortunately they were the only guests, which was a bit surprising since the weather was good and the park should have been full of people.

Sipping at his cappuccino, Tseng finally sighed. “Well, now about what I found out…”
Elena sat down her own cup and leaned forward to better understand what he was saying.
“It was next to nothing.”

Noticing her questioning look Tseng nodded and started to explain “There are nearly no information about them apart from their ages and names. No information about Yazoo’s mysterious illness or their earlier circumstances.”

“I told you!” Elena couldn’t help the triumphant smile. Although this news were none to smile about…

Tseng only nodded and continued. “But that´s not all. Since there was no information that indicated that Yazoo is ill I decided to contact his father. There is still the chance that someone made a mistake and forgot to mention it in his data. And even if not it is our duty to find out why he is missing from school that often. If he is not ill there is no excuse for his staying away from classes and we have to settle this.”

“And what did his father say?”

“Nothing.”

Stunned, Elena stopped stirring her tea.

“Actually” Tseng continued after a second “there was no information about their father either.”

“What?”

“No phone number, no address. Not even a name.”

“WHAT!”

Some tea was spilled on the table. “But that’s impossible! Those are standard information! Without them, the boys are not even allowed to visit our school!”

“I know. But they weren’t there.”

The blond shook her head in disbelief. “That’s… I mean, there must be something. Someone had had to enroll and stuff.”

“I talked to the principal.”

“What did she say?”

“Well, that was the strangest thing. She wanted to know why I needed this information and I told her that there were some problems with Loz´ grades. She seemed to be nervous and assured me she would get in contact with his father if it would be really necessary, but since it wasn’t that bad I could not put her under enough pressure to actually talk to him.”

“That’s strange…”

Tseng nodded again and took another sip.

“So there is no chance for us to get some information that way. And Kadaj refuses to talk to me any longer. I think he’s angry because we talked to his brother.” Elena sighed in resignation and continued to stir her tea.

“At the moment I don’t see any way to find out more.” Tseng added.

They sat there in silence, both busy with their own thoughts, until Elena suddenly looked up. “Maybe there is…”

Tseng watched her quizzically and she told him what she had seen that and the day before. After she had finished Tseng rubbed his chin, still wondering what she wanted to tell him with her story.

“Well, that’s interesting, but I still have no idea how that shall help us. Enlighten me.”

“I think they are very close.”

“But we already knew that.” Tseng stated dryly.

“Mh. What do we know about Loz?”

The dark haired teacher frowned at the sudden change of subject but answered her question nonetheless.

“Loz? Well, I would say he is a bit… slow. Normally a nice guy, rather popular and apart from his grades he has no problems with anyone. That is, until you provoke him. He’s very protective towards his younger brother as you could see today. Carefully said he is a little soft headed… I guess he only has come this far in classes because of his impressive sports grades. He’s the captain of the football team and has good chances at getting a studentship at a sports academy if his other grades would be just a bit better. But since he is in class with Yazoo he made some progress. ”

“I think he’s our man. We have to convince him to tell us what is going on at their home. We must made clear that his brother needs help and that we are the ones who can help him.”

Sceptically Tseng thought about that. “I don’t know…”

Reaching over the table, Elena grabbed his hand, pleading. “Please.”

Sighing, the other shrugged in agreement. “I will see what I can do. But don’t expect too much.”

She flashed him her most thankful smile. “Then let’s meet here tomorrow after school again.”

*

Impatiently she ordered her second coffee. Today it was raining so she had to sit inside. Tseng was nearly half an hour late and she tried to make out his frame through the thick rain drops rolling down the window.

Suddenly the door swang open and a very wet and grumpy looking Tseng entered the café. He glanced around the room and went straight to her table, leaving a wet path behind him.

Shuddering, he ordered some VERY hot coffee and sank down on his chair.

“And?” Elena couldn’t hold back any longer, she burnt to know if he had been successful.

“Good evening to you too,” he stated coolly and she apologized instantly. Being appeased Tseng put some sugar into his coffee.

“He doesn’t want to help us. He said he isn’t authorized to talk about family things to strangers. He was nervous, if not to say afraid. No way we are getting anything out of him.”

“Great.” Frustrated she smashed the spoon into her half drunken tea.

“I´m sorry,” was all the other one could say.

“Yeah. Me too.” Without any further explanation she grabbed her bag and stomped out of the room.

Ignoring the rain which made her cloths cling to her slim body and blurred her vision, she almost ran through the streets, not bothering were she was going.
Just wanting to do something, to go somewhere.

She didn’t feel like going home, knowing that she couldn’t bear sitting restlessly on the sofa.

Not caring for other pedestrians she made her way through the city, not listening to the angry shouts.

Finally she had to stop since she couldn’t breath anymore and her side was exploding.
Exhausted she leaned against a wall, taking a look at her surroundings for the first time and noticing that her feet had taken her to an exclusive area. Instead of the crumbled, dirty houses which represented most of the city she was surrounded by impressive mansions with exotic gardens and high fences.

“Great,” she growled, recognising that she was hopelessly lost.

Of couse she hadn’t been here before. The rich didn’t like to see ordinary people in their area and she had never felt the need to go up here to see what she would never have. Although she taught at an elitist school for mainly upper class kids, her salary was not nearly high enough to share their living conditions.

Pushing herself away from the wall, she searched the street for someone who could show her the way back to the inner city, but apart from a small figure a good hundred meters away, there was no one in sight.

Becoming more and more upset, Elena started to run after the person before he or she could disappear, but the nearer she got, the slower she became until she merely walk. Somehow the frame of the person was familiar, but the rain was still too heavy to see clearly who it was.

She was following a child who was carrying a heavy bag in one and a black umbrella in the other hand. The kid had some difficulties with the burden, which was hopelessly jam-packed and threatened to explode every given moment.

Suddenly he or she stopped to change hands and in a very brief moment Elena caught a glimpse of wet silver hair. Surprised she stopped and hide behind a corner. Peeking around, she noticed that Kadaj had continued his way and decided to follow this divine hint. Carefully, so he wouldn’t notice her presence, she went after him.

The further they walked, the bigger and more exclusive the houses became. In her opinion one even couldn’t call them houses anymore but palaces…

Finally, in front of a very huge and beautiful mansion with big windows, a large balcony and a little tower -which reminded her of a small castle- her student stopped to open the heavy metal gate.

Once he was inside Elena sneaked in, briefly wondering that it wasn’t locked.
Kadaj was nowhere in sight, but there wasn’t much where he could have gone except for the house and through the mud she could make out some small footsteps which where exactly leading there. Carefully she made her way through the perfectly designed garden, taking in the scent of exotic flowers and trees.

When Elena reached the dark, wooden front door she hesitated. What was she going to say? She had no reason to come here… But there was no way in hell she would go back now! She decided to worry about her motives later, straightened up and knocked at the door.

Although she told herself to not be silly, her heart was pounding in her chest, and her hands started to sweat. There was absolutely no reason to be nervous…

Well. There wasn’t.

Because nothing happened. After a minute she tried again but got no reaction at all. Becoming impatient she tried again, this time shouting “Kadaj! I know you are at home, I have seen you. Open the door please.”

Some seconds passed without an answer and she was about to give up, when a muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Miss Elena.”

A brief pause. “What do you want?”

“I need to talk to your father,” she explained and added after a second. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.”

There was another pause, then Kadaj answered in a slightly aggressive manner. “He’s not at home.”

Elena sighed in relief before gathering herself together. “I can wait for him.”

“I’m not allowed to let strangers in. He would become angry.” From the spiteful way Kadaj said he Elena suggested that he was talking about his father.

Giving her voice a soothing tone she tried again. She was so close… “Don’t you thing he would be even angrier if he finds out that you let your teacher stay outside in the rain and catch a cold?”

At first there was no reaction and she feared that he had gone, but then the door opened a bit and one single cat eye peeked out. Without another word it vanished and the blond woman stepped in.

She nearly lost her breath once inside. The house had been looking beautiful from the outside but it hadn’t prepared her for its inside.

She stood inside a cathedral like hall, which reminded her of a gothic dome, just more pompous. Now she noticed that the huge windows were filled with coloured glass, which pictured different scenes of a mysterious nature. Most of the hall was made from black, polished stone. There was a wide double stairway which was covered by expensive looking black velvet, designed with silver ornaments. In front of her was an antique sofa with two fitting chairs, also overlaid with black velvet. But what impressed her most was that everything was incredibly clean and shining. She would have had no problems to eat from the ground here!

After Elena had taken a long look she noticed Kadaj´s absence and searched the hall for him. There were only two doors downstairs. The one to her left was closed but the right was only leaned on. It was the kitchen door and this room was no less impressive then the first one. Here the windows weren´t coloured, but the rest was similar to the entrance. Black, polished stone, antique furniture and no signs of dust or dirt.
Something else appeared to be strange. A huge cupboard which seemed to be the fridge had been locked with a massive lock. Raising an eyebrow at this she took a step forward, but stopped when she heard a voice next to her. “Father doesn’t want us to open it. He decides if we eat, when we eat and what we eat”

There, under the kitchen table, Kadaj kneeled on the ground and cleaned it with an old brush. Astonished Elena bent down to be on eye level with him but he avoided her gaze. Instead he pretended to be fully concentrated on cleaning and washing away the mud she had taken in.

Getting a bad conscience, Elena hurried to get out of her dirty shoes and grabbed an old cloth to help him. So they made their way back into the hall. The blond watched her student out of the corner of her eyes, but he seemed to have decided to ignore her presence.

“I have to say that this is the cleanest house I’ve ever seen,” Elena finally mentioned aprrovingly.

Cleaning the last bit of the ground Kadaj stated somewhat proudly. “Yepp. That’s all done by me.”

“All…by you?” Turning away and pretending to polish a stone, the teacher tried to hide her shock.

Kadaj had stopped and sat with crossed legs on the ground, looking around and nodding. Then his face darkened a bit and he added. “Well… Loz is helping. Sometimes. But only if Yazoo orders him to do so. Mostly it’s my job.”

Elena sat next to him. “I see… You are very good at it.” She smiled at him but inwardly screamed.

“I have to. Father can get very angry if something’s not like he wants it.” He told her in a tone as if they were talking about the weather.

“Oh,” was all Elena could manage to say. Licking her lips, she cleared her throat .

“And… what are your brothers jobs?”

Polishing a stone with his sleeve, which was rather old, cheap and too small, the boy explained in a bored tone “Loz is doing this and that. All that needs to be done. Splitting wood, carrying around heavy things, repairing stuff and everything. He’s extra classes with Yazoo today so I had to do it, but normally he’s doing the shopping too. At least he’s good for something…”

“And what work does Yazoo?”

Kadaj looked up at her in surprise. “Of course he’s not working!” His tone indicated that he thought that she had to be really dull to ask such a silly question. “Father doesn’t allow it. He doesn’t want him to get dirty or ruin his hands.”

Elena just nodded and pressed her lips together.

Continuing with his cleansing, Kadaj fell silent again.

Never before in her life had Elena felt such hatred for a person she hadn’t even met yet. Kadaj´s ´father´ obviously had more than enough money to hire people for doing the dirty work but instead he exploited this children. In every possible way.

“Hey.” Snapping out of her dark thoughts Elena looked up into Kadajs innocent face.

“Want a tour?”

“Yes, why not?” She forced herself to smile and really grinned at the enthusiasm that suddenly rushed through the boy. He jumped to his feet and grabbed her arm to help her up and dragged her to the other door.

“Cool! I never had a guest before. That’s the dining room.” Elena would have called it a dining hall, the chamber was so huge and high she felt lost and very small and unimportant. Fortunately she had not much time to get used to these unpleasant emotions since Kadaj was in the hall back again. All she noticed was the piano, some famous and very expensive paintings on the walls and the endlessly long table which was surrounded by an uncountable number of antique chairs.

They visited some rooms upstairs which were all filled with expensive, aesthetic things. The style was a dark, gothic one but beautiful at the same time. Somehow it looked like an execrated castle.

Elena tried to follow the constant stream of words coming from a very excited Kadaj, but hardly could get every detail he showed her.

After nearly half an hour the boy stopped in the last corridor. “These are Yazoo’s rooms. I’m not sure if he wants you to see them…” He hesitated, then an unsure smile appeared on his face and he leaned forward to whisper into Elena’s ear, who bent down a bit. “But we don´t need to tell him you saw them…”

“No, we don´t. That’s our secret then,” Elena whispered back in a conspiratorial manner.

Kadaj giggled, excited to share something with someone who weren’t his brothers. Carefully he opened the door and sneaked in.

Elena followed quickly, closing the door behind her. When she turned around, her jaw dropped. By now she had to had known what would await her but this was just… ridiculous.

The room was stuffed with everything a boy at Yazoo’s age could desire. Books, CD´s, video games, DVDs, just everything. There was the biggest flat-screen TV installed on one wall she had ever seen. It must have cost more money than she earned in a year. The boy owned the newest notebook on the market, giant stereo equipment and of course his furniture were as expensive and exclusive as the rest of this house. To her left was another half opened door, through which she could make out a bathroom made from black marble, garnished with delicate silver fittings.

Bestowing her attention back upon the room she just stood in, she noticed that the boy even had his own fridge. Kadaj went to the aforementioned thing, opened it and got out two coke.

Throwing one of the cans into her direction he let himself fall on the four poster bed. From the way it shook under his weight she could tell that it was a water bed.
“Cool, eh?” Kadaj spread his arms wide and stared at the black velvet baldachin. He behaved as if it was all his.

“Sometimes Yazoo lets me watch TV here or we play some video games,” he continued in a dreamy voice. Suddenly he sat upright and fear was swinging in his tone. “You won’t tell father about that?”

“No, of course not, ” she calmed him down, still observing the room. He was right, this was cool. But Elena didn’t want to know what price Yazoo had to pay for all this…
All of a sudden, she didn’t want to be here, she felt as if she couldn’t breath in here and hardly withstood the urge to flee out of the room. She didn’t want to confuse Kadaj, so instead Elena asked him to show him his own room.

“Just a minute. I want to show you something else before.” He jumped from the bed and grabbed her hand again to lead her to a door she hadn’t noticed yet.

Behind it was a huge wardrobe closet, which was filled with a number of clothes and shoes that could have made every woman on the planet green with envy.

Slowly she walked past the well organized designer trousers, shirts, sleeves, lingerie… Elena abruptly stopped. Eyes going wide, she stared at the black corsage.

“I think I’ve seen enough now. Show me your room.”

Kadaj, who had waited at the door, just shrugged and left. When they stood in the corridor again, the blond woman closed her eyes for a moment. Her legs nearly gave away and all that kept her from breaking down was Kadaj´s presence. The boy frowned and waited some feet away. “You okay?”

“Yes, yes. I just… haven’t eaten enough today I suppose,” she informed him with a fake smile. He didn’t seem to notice that she was lying for which she was quite thankful.
“I’d like to give you something to eat but the fridge and everything is locked. I’m hungry too.” He sighed and looked sad for a moment, but then a grin spread wide on his face. “Don’t worry. Yazoo’s coming home soon, he has a key.” She couldn’t help but admire his optimism. He surely wasn’t one to break easily.

“But first I want to show you the rest of the house,” he exclaimed and headed towards the stairs again.

“Wait, what about the other rooms down there?” Elena motioned to the doors in the corridor behind her.

“These are father´s rooms. We are not allowed to go there. They are locked anyway,” Kadaj growled over his shoulder and scampered down the stairs.

Frowning, the blond followed. She wanted to know what dirty secrets lay behind those doors, but then… Maybe it was better she didn’t.

Hurriedly she ran down the stairs to catch up with Kadaj, who was laughing and teasing her for being so slow. Then all of a sudden he became serious and asked her if she really wanted to see his room. Elena nodded and he opened another door. There was a huge, nice bed in there, a desk, a locker, some books and a TV. Everything was expensive but there was nothing personal, nothing that indicated a nine year old was living here.

“That’s your room?” Elena wondered aloud.

“Yeah.” Kadaj didn’t look her in the eye, instead dancing and spinning around the room.

“It’s nice.”

“Yeah.” He stopped. Then he sighed. “Well, fine. It’s not my room. But if I could choose one it would be mine. My own.” There was this sad, but at the same time stubborn look in his green eyes again.

“Do you want to show me your real room?” Elena asked softly.

“Dunno. Don’t want to get into trouble,” the boy murmured, staring at his feet.

“I won’t tell anyone, ok?” she tried to convince him, observing the contradicting emotions showing on his face. One could tell that he wanted to show her, to share his suffering with someone. But there was also fear, fear to make things worse…

Finally he took her hand, shyly this time, and led her to a hidden door in the entrance hall. Before he opened it, he looked up to her and held her hand so tight it hurt. “You must swear to your life that you won’t tell anyone.”

Elena raised her left hand and said in a serious voice. “I swear. And if I do, the ground shall open and eat me.”

Kadaj giggled and opened the door. It was dark, so they had to carefully walk down the stairs until they reached the end and Kadaj enlightened the cellar.

“Mine and Loz´s room is down there.” he informed her and continued to walk down the grey and dirty floor. “He doesn’t want us to be around him, we always have to go down when he’s home.”

It was cold here and Elena shivered, not only from the icy temperature but the thought that the boy had to live and sleep down here. Gods, how she despised this guy who claimed to be his father! Monster would have fit so much better! She almost could see him in front of her inner eye, a fat, bald, feisty man, sweating. Probably made his money with dirty business, seeing nothing in this children but cheap staff. Perverted bastard!

Kadaj stopped at the end of the floor and opened a crumbled door. He turned on the light, a single naked light bulb which blinked a few times before hardly enlightening the small closet.

The walls were naked, not even painted. Just bare, cold stone. On each side of the room stood an old wooden bed without mattresses, just covered by a thin, old blanket. One could hardly walk between them to reach the cupboard which held the little clothes the two owned. The only thing that made this closet a room was the old, tattered poster of a half naked woman which was plastered above one of the beds Elena figured to be Loz´. Kadaj followed her gaze and explained, disgusted. “That’s Loz´. He’s hiding some more under his bed. He thinks I haven’t noticed but honestly I wish I hadn’t…”

Elena smiled a bit at this. Soon enough there would be times when he would hide his own magazines.

A sudden noise made her stiffen and Kadaj panicked. “Fuck! He’s back!”

His face had gone pale and waxy, drops of sweat rolled down his cheek and he pushed her aside. “Hurry! You have to hide under the bed!”

With wide eyes he nearly forced her down on her knees and turned the light of. It was pitch black, but Elena could hear his teeth chatter. Just what was this man doing to the kids?!

The footsteps came nearer until they finally stopped in front of the door, which swang open the next moment. All Elena could make out was a bulky frame and instinctively she pressed herself deeper under the bed.

“Oi brat! I know you’re in here. Don’t you dare steeling my magazines!”
Kadaj let out a deep breath and suddenly the light flamed up again. “It’s not like you could read them anyway!” he hissed but visibly relaxed.

“They are not to read, super brain,” Loz growled and fell onto his bed groggily. “Hey, what’s going on. Ya look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

“Shut up.” Kadaj crouched down to look under his bed and motioned for his teacher that everything was ok.

“You thought I was him, he?” Loz grinned in satisfaction and ignored the unarticulated faecal language which was spat into his direction.

“Good evening,” Elena grunted, crawling from under the bed.

The next second the air was cut by a high pitched, very unmanly scream which caused the poor woman to cover her ears. Loz sat bolt upright in his bed, staring fearfully at her with trembling lips. He was on the verge of tears again. The only one who seemed to have the time of his life was Kadaj, who rolled on the floor, uncontrollably laughing. “HAHA! You should have seen your face! That’s priceless, haha! I bet you pissed your pants…”

Finally recognising that there was nothing to be afraid of Loz relaxed, watching the blond teacher trying to get the dust off of her clothes.

“We’ll see who’s laughing in the end. You’ll get into a lot of trouble for this, you know…” Loz stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Seeing the grin fade away from his younger brother´s face, he smirk.

“You can’t tell him! He will… You won’t do that, no?”

“Depends… You’re doing my housework for the next week and I might forget what I’ve seen…”

Elena watched the big, young man and blinked. He couldn’t be serious, letting his seven year younger brother do his housework!

Kadaj bit down his lip, but gave in. “Fine.”

Then he turned around on his heels and spoke to the teacher, who was still standing in the small room. “C´mon now. Yazoo will give us something to eat.”

*

Back in the kitchen Kadaj ordered his teacher to sit down and put a glass of water in front of her. He sat next to her but he was restless, and nervousy eyed the door from time to time.

After some minutes he couldn’t sit back anylonger and got up, declaring. “I’ll see what takes him so long.” With that he was out of the room.

Elena sighed and sipped at her water. This was the strangest afternoon she had had in a while. Right now she didn’t wish more than sitting on her own sofa, in her quiet, normal flat, knowing everything was alright. But she couldn’t go home now, not after what she had found out. She just wished Tseng could have been with her…

Voices came towards the kitchen and she could hear Yazoo laughing. “I’ll make you some pancakes. Since you have worked so hard today you need something to-”
He stopped when he walked through the door and saw himself confronted with his younger brother´s teacher. Elena wasn’t less shocked.

Instead of his normal school uniform he was wearing a pair of very short and very tight hot pants, which hardly covered anything of his impossible long legs. His black shirt, if she still could call it this, was cut short under his chest, leaving his stomach free, and building a sharp contrast to his white skin. His neck, and the scratch he had gotten the day before, was hidden by a foulard.

He looked like a very expensive whore, and she might have considered that he was damn sexy if he hadn’t practically been one of her students and only been thirteen years old. Tilting his head to the side he gathered himself together. “What is she doing here?”

The question was addressed to his younger brother, although he didn’t stop watching Elena. She could tell by this look that he was less than pleased to find her in his kitchen.

“She wanted to talk to father and I thought-” came the reluctant reply from behind.

“What did father tell us about letting in strangers?” Yazoo asked, still focused on their ´guest´.

“We are not allowed to let anyone in here,” Kadaj mumbled, pawing the ground. “But it was raining outside and-”

With a simple gesture of his hand the long haired boy silenced his brother.

“What do you want in my house?”

This time he was talking to the blond and didn’t even pretend to be nice.
Elena had to gulp. This arrogance just left her speechless. She hadn’t expected him to jump at the idea of her visiting them, but this was nearly too much.

“I think I better talk about this with your father. It’s absolutely none of your business,” she finally answered coldly, making herself at home by crossing her legs and indicating that she was not going to leave nor tell him anything.

“I can assure you that he doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave or I’ll call the police.”

“What?” Elena wasn’t sure she had heard right. He couldn’t be serious, could he?!

“I think you understand me very well. I won’t repeat it.” He had crossed his arms over his chest, looking confident, but somehow she doubted he felt like it.

“What’s wrong with you? I didn’t do anything to you which would justify your impolite behavior!”

Yazoo didn’t answer, just stared at her with angry green eyes.

“Why don’t you want me to talk to your father when you have nothing to hide anyway? ” Her voice was friendly again, as she reminded herself that it wasn’t his fault. The only one she could blame for his behavior was his so-called father.

“I have my reasons. Now get out, before-” he said through gritted teeth but was interrupted by the shutting front door.

He spun around quickly, looking at Kadaj and hissed “Get out of here!”, then he left the kitchen.

A very pale Kadaj rushed past her and vanished through another hidden door, leaving her confused and alone.

The time had come. Elena was just a few seconds away from meeting the perverted, paedophile, fat bastard. Her heart was pounding again and she tried to get back control over her shaking hands. From the other room she could hear muffled voices but didn’t understand what they were saying, so she tiptoed to the door to eavesdrop.

“… told her to go, but she refused to.” This was Yazoo.

“Did she say what she wanted?” Elena was surprised by the low voice. She hadn’t expected the monster to sound so… nice and soft.

“No, just that she wanted to talk to you. I don’t know how she found us, I swear I didn’t-”

“Don’t worry. I think I know very well. We can discuss this later. Now introduce me to our unexpected guest.”

“But you can’t talk to her!” Yazoo protested but was interrupted by his father.

“I can and I will. Now be a good boy and follow my orders, will you?” This was said in a soft, lenient tone but didn’t lack an unquestionable authority. This man was used to command and that his orders were followed. Hearing the footsteps, Elena went back quickly to sit at the table again, putting on a face which made her look like she was impatient from waiting.

Curious she stared towards the door. An eternity seemed to pass until it finally swang open and Yazoo stepped in again. But what followed was the last thing she would have EVER expected.

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