The mysterious mate

Darcy

Breakfast?

She suddenly realised that she must have slept the whole evening and night. It was the first time she slept that much. She feared that he would hit her if she went out. Moreover, she really needed to go to the bathroom, but she felt it was too dangerous to ask. She crawled out and just by the look of her stance, and the time she spent sleeping, he could tell she needed to go. He walked toward her and noticed her body went stiff, her eyes were closed and she bit her lowerlip. "She thinks I'm going to hit her..." Instead, filled with sadness, he gently placed a hand on her back and guided her to the bathroom, saying she could take her time. He then left her in her privacy. She couldn't help but to wonder why he didn't show any violence towards her, and became worried. Did he not care enough to even hit her? "But he bought me... it must be for a reason... why would he not care?" She ended up spending some time in the bathroom. The furr, usually so long between her legs had been cut short so it was easier to clean herself down there after her buisness. She was on her way out when she noticed the mirror. She was glad of its existence. Back in Clayton's house, he prohibited mirrors when he realised she could travel through them and spy on them. It scare him.

A mirror, as simple as it is, she had total power over them. She simply had to look at one once and she could travel, even objects or herself through it. Only as long as she knew where it was. She didn't know why she could do that, but it was the only thing that actually made her feel in control. But sometimes, when she was younger, she could see the reflection of a room. It looked like a kitchen, but she didn't remember it. From time to time, a cat, a woman or a man walked in. She didn't remember who they were either. And because she was unsure of it's location, she could not travel through it. She must have seen this mirror one day, a long time ago, and for a strange reason, her powers held on to it. She doesn't remember her life before she was taken away. She was only five. Maybe that mirror was sentimental to her and that is why she couldn't get it out of her brain. This was her own mystery.

She walked out of the room after trying to see her mystery, but she could not. She shyly joined her Master in a beautifully decorated kitchen. The counters and the kitchen island were in black marble, the cabinets were made of dark-stained wood and the hardwood floor was covered with a glossy varnish. The windows were huge, letting a lot of light enter the room. A bunch of plants drank the sun over the bronze sink and the refrigerator was intimidating with its two doors. It was beautiful. She turned around and noticed a full-length mirror. She gazed at it. It was her favourite thing in the room. Without noticing, she walked right toward it and looking at it until she actually met her own reflection. She finally could put a finger on what had changed on her body: someone cut her hair. Clayton refused her to cut them so they reached the floor, getting all dirty and incredibly heavy. But it was reaching the middle of her back now. Her thick black ink wavy hair fell on her chest, making her skin shine from the contrast.

Although, she hated how she looked. Being told her whole life how ugly and disgusting she was, it was hard not to repeat those words to herself. Her attention quickly shifted somewhere else, examining every detail of the mirror frame. She concentrated to see the bathroom through it, but the mysterious kitchen appeared instead. A black cat was on the counter and licked its delicate paw until a man talked to it. She couldn't hear him, but he was making silly faces at the cat, and it rubbed its face on him, licking his pointy long nose. Without even realising it, she had both hands on the mirror and she was softly giggling. What a sight. She wished she was that cat. Everything in her body tried to go through, to walk in that kitchen and meet this man, to pet this cat. She felt the need to be touched the same way that man was tenderly caressing its soft fur. No, she wished she was the cat. As she got closer to see more, she bumped her nose on that cold, hard surface, making her jump.

When she finally understood that she must have been staring at it for at least 10 minutes, she quickly turned toward her Master, ready to serve him and apologized repeatedly.

Henry, Jasmine and Ethan kept observing her staring at the full-length mirror. Ethan fell for her cuteness, Henry giggled when she giggled and Jasmine was sticking with "what's her name?"

When she saw them staring at her in silence, her eyes shifted to the floor and back to the glass.

She then noticed how she stained it, so she picked up some scot towels on the counter and rubbed them off. Before she was done, Ethan lifted her off the ground and sat her on a chair. Only a faint whine escaped. If he was human, he would not have heard it, but he did and it made him smile. She watched him carefully, almost hoping to be hit so she could feel like he cared. Instead, he pushed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her and began caressing her hair. She became confused.

"What is this feeling?" From his touch, her body relaxed, her eyes closed and tinglings were traveling through her body. A new sensation for her. She felt... how was it? Good? Yes... it felt good. What was causing it?

Ethan thought he had never touched such soft hair before. It felt eeven softer than silk. He braided them like Jasmine showed him yesterday with the hair she cut off her. She liked mirrors. Like a little bird. He smirk. A dove represented peace, love, renewal, freedom and spirituality. He thought it suited her so well. Despite how she was treated, she seemed so gentle, in a quest to find love. Now she had a chance to start over, to have a life...

Yet, she didn't touch her food.

Jasmine: Eat.

She jumped and her eyes fell on the food. Jasmine was smiling watching her wait for her to start eating. When she picked up her fork, she mirrored her and ate at the same rate.

Jasmine: So, love... What's your name?

She didn't answer. Instead, she blushed and looked down. Jasmine then made a sign to Ethan for him to ask and he obliged. When he asked the question, Servant stiffen.

Servant: Servant.

The three of them stopped moving. Did they really call her "Servant"? Ethan felt his body getting filled with rage and hatred. He sat down next to her without looking at her. She became anxious, wondering what was wrong. She wanted to reach out to him, but her heart lacked the courage. She also found herself missing his touch. Henry shook his head.

Henry: Nope. I'm not calling her that. We have to name her. I propose... Eli.

Jasmine: What? No way it should be something like... Heather.

They tried a lot of names but nothing fitted her. Well, according to them, nothing was. They started bickering at each other like children while her face was filled with question marks. She didn't understand what was happening, nor why they were fighting.

Ethan: Okay, wait. Just look at her for a moment.

Jasmine: Yeah, so?

Henry: Why not like.. Obstidianne.

Jasmine: Well, that's a stupid name.

Ethan: Yes, but he's got a point. Why not Darcy?

Henry: Wow, you weren't kidding. You want to name her Dark? I'm in. Love it, Buy it.

"Buy it? Were they selling me again?" She glanced at Ethan, worry all over her face.

Ethan: From now on.. your name is Darcy. Do you like it?

She softly nodded, relieved.