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Subject: {ASSM} Bitsy 9 (fantasy)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 16:10:04 -0400
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		X. London Town

The next day a very green around the gills Bitsy,
sat watching Rav sleep.  She looked at Katrina
"Didn't your father have a house in London? Kat"
Smiling Kat nodded, she hadn't thought of that
house in a very long time, she remembered the
times they had taken trips to town and her
father taking her to a puppet show and buying
her a sweetmeat because she had been so good.
"Would you mind very much if I used the house
for awhile? I'm going to go to London shortly"
Bitsy said quietly, Kat who had been sewing
stopped in mid stitch. Looking closely at Bitsy 
she realized that Bitsy wasn't joking she was
very serious "Your going to London for
Brand" Kat said just as quietly.  Giving it 
some thought Kat looked at Bitsy "dear you 
know about what happened dont you,"  Bitsy 
nodded "thats why I have to go, to talk to 
him, he may not want to see me or talk to me
but I can try, I just can't leave things
as they are its breaking my heart, Kat."

Kat could only promise to talk to Collin
about what Bitsy had asked, Bitsy understood
and asked Kat to let her know as soon as
possible, a short time later Bitsy went home 
to take a nice long nap satisfied that she
had at least taken the first step in what
she feared maybe a very long journey.

Later that night Kat lay curled up next
to Virlane, she was almost asleep when
she sat up suddenly, Virlane opened an
eye and looked at her.  "Bitsy would 
like to borrow my fathers home in London
for a while she wants to go see Brand."
Virlane ran his paw over her cheek and
chuckled "from the look of excitement
on your face you would like to tag 
along I presume."  Kat kissed him and
smiled "Bitsy has no idea how big London
is or how to possibly find Brand even
if she sent him a message.  There is no
guarantee he will even respond but knowing
Bitsy the way we do she will go try
and find him by herself." As Virlane
pulled her onto his chest with a purr
she giggled "I have a plan."  Nuzzling
her neck he said "tell me your plan
later your about to become very distracted."

Several days later Kat sent for Bitsy,
the look on Bitsy's face was shock, Kat
had turned their large family room into
a London waiting room and ballroom.
Dragging Bitsy into the guest bedroom
she laughed again as she watched Bitsy
look at all the ladies attire, there
were gowns, corsets, stockings, drawers,
hats, walking dresses and ball gowns.
Looking at Kat Bitsy said "I'm just
going to find Brand, talk to him, then
leave there is no need for all this
Kat, besides fairies dont wear corsets
and all those dodads."  Laughing Kat
picked up a very stylish hat and put 
it on, posing she grinned at Bitsy
"but I'm going with you, we are going
to take London by storm, Brand can't
fail to notice.  Listen to me Bitsy,
Brand is hurt he is off in London
instead of licking his wounds, if I
know Brand he is letting them fester,
so we have to take bold action.  You
can talk to him when we first arrive
but I think you will find I'm right,
you have to dance in front of him,
flaunt yourself in front of him, show
him what he has missed, remind him of
what he left behind. Then give him a
chance to remember the fun times you
two had, I'm hoping they will over-
ride the bad times."  Kat had a few
other plans but wasn't about to tell
Bitsy about them.

Kat spent weeks teaching Bitsy how to
dance, how to use a fan, how to walk 
in a ballgown without falling down
or tripping over the small train,
The hardest part was convincing Bitsy
to wear the corset and knee length 
drawers. 
Trink and Keebler who had never seen
Bitsy as anything other then a fairy
stopped dead in their tracks staring
at the young woman standing in front 
of Katrina. That young woman was also
trying to jerk up the top of her bodice
at the time "I can't wear this it isnt
decent why if I take a deep breath,
I'm going to pop right out."  
Slapping her hand Katrina laughed
"so dont take a deep breath and
your not going to pop out at least
I hope not and it is all the style
these days so stop fussing."

Trink wandered in whistling "woohee
girly, now this is what I called a finely
turned out pretty" he informed Keebler.
Keebler who was having a hard time not
staring at Bitsy's chest was as bright
red as an apple, "that you in there? Bitsy."
They all laughed and had a merry time
while Kat filled them in on the trip
to London.  Trink not to be left out
informed Kat that he had to go along
and would need some fine looking suits
so as not to shame the ladies.  Keebler
who had no intentions at all of getting
anywhere near a big human town promised
to keep an eye on Bitsy's oak house while
thinking about all the cookies she had
in her cupboards.

Kat who had sent word ahead to have the
house opened and prepared for a visit
finally decided that everything that
could be done had been that it was
now time to go. She had list after list
of things for Virlane to do about Rav,
about what to feed him and it went 
on and on. Finally Virlane laughingly
said "they might, just might survive
without her for a very short time"
Kat laughed kissing him "see that you do."

The next morning 3 coaches pulled out
of the bailey on their way to London.
One coach was for Bitsy and Kat the
other held Trink, Mary and Drapper,
Mathew was riding up top as guard
the third was full of luggage.
The trip was long and tedious, 
Bitsy had spent part of the trip
with motion sickness until she finally
figured out which herbs to mix up
to get rid of it, muttering under her
breath the whole time that she didn't 
like coaches and would stick to flying
wherever she needed to go.

The coaches arrived in front of Katrina's
townhouse and the weary travelers stepped
out.  A crowd had gathered as the coaches
drew up in front of the house, they almost
went bug eyed when Trink got out of the
coach.  He turned to the crowd and doffed
his hat making an elegant bow then turned
to hand the ladies down from their coach.
Kat her head high, the Duchess down to her
delicate pointy slippers thanked Trink and
stepped down then turned to wait for Bitsy.
Bitsy stepped down next, she also thanked
Trink and smiled at the crowd as she heard
someone say "what a pair of beauties."

The door was opened by the butler
who smiled brightly, he was elderly 
with a shock of white hair and had been 
in the old Dukes employee for a very long 
time and had faithfully cared for the
town house waiting for just this day.
Bowing he welcomed Katrina home and
welcomed her guest than informed her
that everything had been made ready,
that as she requested a room close
to hers had been made available for
her maid and one for the person called
Trink.

Finally reaching her room Bitsy fell
back onto the bed with a sigh she
couldn't believe she was so exausted
just from a trip, wings were so much
easier and much more convient.
Mary finally came into the room and
helped Bitsy out of her clothes
talking a mile a minute about 
the house and the servants and
how grand it all was.  Bitsy only
heard half of what Mary was saying
as she fell asleep.

The next few days they all rested
and did a little sight seeing as
Katrina sent out notes to all her
fathers old friends.  Soon the
house was full of visitors and
the invitations started to pour
in for balls and every other 
imaginable entertainment.
In one short week the two were
sipped tea at tea parties, attending
dinner parties, walking in the
parks with Kats old friends.
Word quickly spread through town
about The Duchess of St.Clair and
her stunningly lovely friend.

Bitsy lay in her bed and thought
of Brand, all this was taking so
long.  She had tried several times
to contact him, she thought she had
reached him but then just went blank
as if she had lost the thread.
She had had no idea that London was
so big, so noisy, so dirty. so full
of people, never in her life had
she imagined there were so many
people in one place.  Kat had been
right from the start it was almost
impossible to find someone here unless
you knew where to look.

Brand lay in his bed, thinking of a 
tiny fairy, he'd been such a fool, if
he had just tried even once to talk to
her to say something, anything.  He
had pushed her away, shut her out of 
his life, sometimes he didn't know if
he could live with the pain that seemed
to fill his heart at the loss of his fairy.  
Sometimes he didn't know if he could live 
with himself anymore.  He thought once or 
twice he could hear her calling his name and
knew it was wishful thinking or he must of 
not been drunk enough at the time, even 
totally sotted he could still hear her voice.

Bitsy was a wreck, they were on their
way to her first ball, she still wanted
to reach down and jerk up the bodice
but if she fidgeted one more time she
thought Kat would throw her out of the
carriage.

Brand was in the ballroom leaning  against 
a wall trying not to appear bored out of 
his mind as his Grandfather introduced him 
to one lady after another.  He knew the
old man was trying to marry him off, trying
to get him to settle down but he could 
try all he wanted Brand had no intentions
of marrying any of these shallow mindless
little twits.

His head snapped around as he heard who 
was being announced at the head of the
main staircase. In a resonating tone
the footman announced "Her Grace the
Duchess of Virlane and St.Clair and
the Lady Britina, the Countessa Du`Lane."
Kat slowly walked down the steps smiling
as she heard the assembled group sigh as
they saw Bitsy.

Brand stood up and stared just like every
man in the room, she looked magnificent,
her dress was of midnight blue, the tiny
puffed sleeves slashed with a shimmering
light blue, a ribbon tied underneath her 
breasts of the same light blue. Her hair 
was piled ontop of her head, a few dark
blue flowers were in her hair, little 
tendrils of hair spiraled down the side 
of her face.  The only piece of jewelry
she wore was a delicate good necklace
of what appeared to be butterfly wings
but she knew they were fairy wings
a present from Mar.

Following in Kats wake Bitsy smiled
and curtsied and smiled and curtsied
until she thought either her face or
her knee's would give out soon.  Kat
seemed to know everyone and they were
soon surrounded by people.  As the
band started to play some young man 
stepped quickly forward and asked her 
to Dance.  Smiling graciously at him 
Bitsy soon found herself out on the 
dance floor.

Katrina was having a wonderful time,
laughing and dancing, she was also
watching Brand.  The second Bitsy
walked out onto the dance floor he
looked ready to kill, his fists
knotted at his sides.  She was a
bit disappointed that he hadn't 
asked Bitsy to dance but the 
evening was still young.

As Bitsy walked off the dance floor,
thanking the stammering, blushing
young man everyone started to titter
and point.  Bitsy turned around just
in time to see a very dapper Trink
bowing his way across the room,
He finally got to Bitsy and bowed
saying "you forgot your fan Countessa,
it won't do for you to become overly
heated" then he handed her the fan.
The young man stood staring down at
Trink, Trink grinned at the man "what's
wrong, you've never seen a dwarf before?"

Brands shout of laughter filled the room,
his Grandfather looked at him and chuckled,
it had been a long time since he had heard
Brand laugh a laugh that wasnt filled with
derision or sarcasm.  Trink hearing Brands
laugh strolled over or perhaps a better
word would be strutted over to Brand.
Trink grinned up at Brand and bowed 
deeply then bowed to the elderly Gentlemen
next to him "anything worth drinking around
here?" asked Trink with a twinkle in his eye.
The old Gentlemen motioned over a passing
footmen and spoke to the man, who soon
returned with 3 glasses, Trink toasted
the old gentlemen in thanks and took a
sip and grinned.  About to say something
Trink heard Brand make a low growl and
turned.  A very handsome older man had
asked Bitsy to dance and the two had 
just walked out onto the dance floor.

Trink sat down next to the older gentlemen
forgetting all protocol, inquiring who the
man dancing with Bitsy was, he was told it
was Cranston a very well known ladies man.
Looking down at his empty glass Trink muttered
about small glasses and stinginess, a moment
later the footman returned bringing Trink 
another slightly larger glass, Trink grinned 
his thanks at the old gentlemen.  Just as the 
band struck up a waltz Brand set his glass
down on a table with a distinct shattering
noise and strode towards Bitsy.
Trink nudged the old boy and grinned "this
should be fun" instead of being put out
Brands Grandfather grinned back and watched
the dance floor with interest.

Brand walked up to Bitsy and swept her out
onto the dance floor without saying a word,
he crushed her against him as they swirled
and twirled about the room.  "What are you
doing here? Bitsy, you don't belong here
this isnt your world, your kind of people."
He felt her try and pull away, trying to
put some distance between the two of them
but he wouldn't let her.
"I know it isnt but it was the only way
I could find you and see you Brand" she
said softly as she tried again to put some
space between the two of them.  He looked 
at her face his eyes sliding down to her 
breasts he could almost see her nipples 
it was so low, he felt her thighs brushing 
against his as they danced. Brand felt himself 
getting hard realizing all he wanted to do
was take her right there on the dance floor, 
almost shoving her away from him as the dance 
ended he snapped "I'm only going to tell you 
once, go home, I don't want you here" Then he 
strode out of the room leaving Bitsy standing
in the middle of the dance floor her heart
breaking into a million pieces.

Trink hopped off the chair grinned at the
old gentlemen "I'll take care of the boy
for you, I need to have a talk with him
anyway" then Trink followed after Brand.
"Yoo, boyo wait for me" called Trink,
Brand turned around and glared at the
elf "What are you doing? Trink, go back
to Kat and Bitsy."  Trink gave Brand
a sad look "your a mean one boy why
our two girlys they dont understand
about the need for a good drink or
a fine pretty" Brand just said "come on,
then" and kept walking but Trink saw
him slow down his long stride.

Hours later the twosome strolled none to 
steadily into Brands Grandfathers library.
Trink was laughing and slapping his knee
"why I had no notion London town could
be so entertaining me boyo."  Brand grinned
at Trink as he rang for a footman then
instructed the man to bring 2 of their best
bottles of brandy to the library, fter he 
left Trink and Brand grinned at each other.

Casually Trink tossed in a mutter "Rav's
been looking for yea keeps flying all
over the lair sayin "Brand, Mine, Brand,
Mine.  Poor lil mit misses yea but your
prolly happy to get away, taken to puffin
smoke at everyone he has, I don't wanna
be there when he tries out a few flames
or two" said Trink covering his beard.
Brand grinned at Trink "looks like your
about due for a trim Trink" the two
started laughing again.

Trink tossed in another mutter "nice of Kat 
to bring our girly to London Town, why she 
deserves to have some fun, havin such a hard 
year and all, getting caught in storms, almost 
freezin off her little hiney, gettin in fights 
with witchs, bein raped and beaten almost to death, 
fixin Wind all up right and tight, you leavin cuz 
of your old gramps, yup its been a hard year all 
right."  Trink took a long swig from the bottle 
he'd been holding onto and let what he muttered 
sink in.
Brand laughed bitterly "is that what you call
what she did with WindWhispers? You forget I
know Bitsy, she can be a wild piece, she likes
to bite and scratch and couldn't get enough."
Brand knew he wasn't being fair but couldn't
seem to help it, he wanted to blame her then
he didn't have too look closely at himself.

"Well now me boyo, there's a big difference, I
take your word for her being a mit wild she's
a fairy after all but our Kat saw her right
after he got done with her, old Mar almost
lost her just getting her back to his lair,
I played me share of slap and tickle, got
a few pretties that like to play it rough
but there be's a big difference between
rough and whippin a gal till she is almost
dead then beatin her for added measure,
and thats not countin rapin, sodomizin,
and who knows what else."  Trink saw Brand
go pale, saw his hand shake as he took a 
long drink of his Brandy not saying a word.

Trink had himself another big swing then
kept right on "now I aint saying that
what happened to her was anything like
what happened to you, you bein a man 
and all, that makes it a mit worse to
my way of thinkin."
"Shut up, Trink" yelled Brand but Trink
just kept right on muttering.
The old Duke standing outside the library
door shooed the footman away and continued
to listen, this was really very interesting
and at his age he could indulge in a little 
evesdropping.

"Course you didn't almost die or nuthin
like that, didn't take both Mar and Marti`en
to fix you up but that dont make no never
mind you being a male and all, now ifn you
were so inclined in that direction that
would be different, yea know to each his
own just so its all agreeable like. Bein
all tied up and drugged like and not havin
a say so, now thats a mit hard on a male
and his precious parts.  Wouldn't surpise
me none if they just stopped workin all
together like," Trink dodged the bottle
that came flying in his direction and
grinned.  "My precious parts work just
fine thank you very much" snarled Brand.

Trink go up and opened the door to yell
for another bottle, he saw the old gentlemen
move to the stairs and grinned at him.
The footmen returned with several more
bottles with a concerned look, Trink opened 
a bottle and offered the footmen a swig, the 
poor man almost fainted considering the Duke 
was standing off to one side. "You been running 
back and forth, thats mighty thirst work me boy,
take a swig" said Trink shoving the bottle at the 
man. Happy once the poor man had taken a good swallow
Trink went back into the library with a wide grin.

Trink set a bottle on the table near Brand
who was glaring at him. Trink grinned to
himself, he hadnt gotten thrown out on his
ear yet, that meant the boy was still in a
listenin mood.  "I figure you been makin
sure those precious parts of yours are
in good workin order with every pretty
passin in your direction, course our
girly now she aint been doin the same
thing, just shuts herself up in that old
oak house of hers, can't tell me she 
hasn't had a rough dream or two lookin
all tired and worn out like she was for
awhile there.  She ain't got no man to
turn to, she ain't got a man to chase
the bad dreams away and make it all better
for her, she aint got no man to give her
the lovin she needs, all she gots in
her mind to remember is bein hurt, course
girly's they get odd notions, like they
wont be wanted once they been used like 
that."

Brand grabbed the bottle and took a drink,
glaring at Trink, he snarled "she has her
WindWhispers, he was even at the keep with
her and Rav."  Oh this is better an better
thought Trink, Brand was jealous.
"Curious thing that, Rav don't like Wind,
even tried to bite him a time or two from
what Mary said.  Bitsy took Wind to the
keep to meet Rav, trying to show him that
it was possible to belong again, to be 
the fairy he was suppossed to be before
that witch got to him."
"Nother curious thing, Bitsy she don't let
Wind touch her at all, always moves away
when he tries to even touch her hand. Yea
know its our girly and her kind heart that
has let her even talk to the boy." Chortling
Trink told Brand about what he and Keebler
had seen in Bitsy's study the day she had
Wind all tied up.

Then with a thoughtful look on his face
Trink muttered his finally volley "course
while you been out testing those precious
parts of yours, our Bitsy, well maybe her
girly parts dont work any more, heard of
such things yea know, guess after bein
hurt real bad like, they just up and turn
cold, dont never want to be touched again.
Sad thought that, our Bitsy girl, never
bein loved again when she was made for
good lovin, hell boy she even turned 
herself into a full grown human size
woman just for you."

Trink realizing the atmosphere in the room
had gotten a little tense said "I make a 
damn good dwarf even if I say so meself,
not that I got stubby legs or anything
stubby for that matter," Brand stared
at Trink for a minute then started to
laugh.  Brand hearing a noise outside
the door opened it only to find his
staid, upright, always proper Grandfather,
sitting on the steps of the staircase
sharing a bottle of brandy with the
footman.  Trink peering around Brand,
waved the two in with a grin on his face,
Brand looked at Trink "someday you will
have to explain to me how you do it."
Trink only smiled innocently, an elf
had to keep a secret or two to himself.

With Trink sound asleep on a sofa Brand
and his Grandfather supported each other
up the stairs. Just as the old gentlemen
entered his room he turned to Brand
"Does he really call them his precious
parts?" Brand grinning a silly lopsided
grin could only nod then burst out laughing.

In another part of London, a tiny fairy
wasn't laughing she lay curled up in
her bed crying.  Brand didn't want her,
she heard him say the words over and
over again in her mind.  Go home, he
had said.  He certainly didn't seem to
be adversely affect by his ordeal as
Trink called it.  She had been wrong
to come to London Town, she didn't 
belong here with all these glittering
people, their balls and tea parties.
She belonged in her forest, with the
other fairies and forest folk.
she had promised Kat one month, she
only had 2 more weeks to go then
she could go home where she belonged.

Bitsy managed to avoid Brand for a
whole week, she went to parties and
balls, always looking lovely, always
smiling and laughing.  She never sat
out a dance or lacked for a partner
at dinner.  Even though Brand attended
the same functions she always slipped
away if she saw him heading in her
direction or would turn laughing to
the person she was talking to or 
dancing with if she saw Brand looking
at her.  She may just be a lowly fairy
but she had more then her fair share
of fairy pride, it may have been sorely
dented and battered but she still had
some left.

Sitting down to catch her breath after
a rather vigorous dance, Bitsy smiled
at the elderly gentlemen that came and
sat down next to her.  They chatted 
about the weather, about some of the
more outlandish outfits some of the
ladies and gents were wearing and 
laughed watching the dance floor.
Casually the man leaned over and
whispered to Bitsy "so your the
fairy my grandson is in love with
I couldn't be more pleased my dear."
Bitsy opened and closed her mouth 
several times, then with a little
smile she said "you must be mistaken
sir, I don't believe I even know your
grandson." Nodding in the direction
of Brand he smiled at her "but of
course you do, my dear. Ive even had
the delightful pleasure of meeting 
your friend Trink."
Seeing Bitsy go pale he touched
her wrist, "your not going to do
something silly like faint on an
old man now are you?" he quickly 
asked with concern in his voice.  
Bitsy could only shake her head no, 
she couldn't think of one word to 
say that wouldn't come out as gibberish.
She was going to kill Trink!
she could just sense his meddling!

Leaning over to whisper again the
old man chuckled "you seem to be
glowing a bit blue, my dear."
Brand happened to glance in their
direction at that moment and started
across the room as he saw a light
blue surrounding Bitsy, groaning
he realized she was sitting next
to his Grandfather.

Brand stood in front of Bitsy
blocking her from the view of the
rest of the room, while his grandfather
smiled "I do believe the young
lady is feeling a bit faint be
the gallent gentlemen Brand and
see her home, I will inform her
friend that she has left."
Brand reached for Bitsy, she 
pulled back her glow intensifying.
Brand leaned down and said "what
did I tell you would happen if
you zapped me with that blue glow
of yours brat."  Gasping in outrage
Bitsy glowered at Brand "just try
spanking me Brand and you will be
muttering right along side Trink."
Almost rubbing his hands in glee
the old gentleman looked at his
grandson "I do believe the Morton's
parlor is emtpy." Turning to Bitsy
he patted her hand "it might look
better if you suddenly fainted then
to be seen carried out ranting and
raving because if I dont miss my
guess thats whats about to happen."
Brand was already pulling Bitsy into
his arms, he turned and carried her
out of the room, Bitsy closed her
eyes muttering as she heard the
old gentlemen reassuring everyone
that she had simply fainted from
the heat of the room.

Brand kicked the door of the parlor
open then kicked it shut, locking it
he took the key and put it in his
pocket.  Brand tossed Bitsy onto a 
couch, jumping up she glowered at him 
her hands on her hips "how dare you, 
you had no right to do that!"
Chuckling Brand grinned at her "Its
not everyday that this group gets to
see a woman glowing bright blue tossing
out lightning bolts at one of its own,
were you planning on starting a new
fashion?"  Heading for the door Bitsy
just sniffed and refused to answer him,
Brand stood in front of the door "I want
to talk to you brat."
"Move away from the door Brand" Bitsy
snapped, Brand just folded his arms across
his chest and leaned on the door.
Brand suddenly found himself wrapped
in a blue glow and picked up and moved
away from the door, Bitsy's turned the
door knob then looked at the empty lock.
It suddenly occurred to Brand she most
likely didn't need a key and quickly
grabbed her around the waist and moved
her away from the door.  
"Don't touch me" she snarled, a blue
bolt slammed into Brand knocking him
to the floor, with a gasp of shock
Bitsy ran to him, she knelt on the
floor running her hands over him,
he hadn't opened his eyes just lay
there.

Brands Grandfather sitting in a 
chair in front of the door with
Trink simply smiled and nodded
as people passed by glancing at
the two.  Grinning Trink casually
commented "that was an interesting
crash, picture?" Shaking his head
the old gentlemen replied "table most
likely."

Grinning up at Bitsy, Brand grabbed
her and pulled her down on his chest
with an outraged shriek Bitsy jerked
away, "you were faking!"  Jumping up
she ran for the door, Brand grabbed
her around the waist and grinned at
her and tossed her on the sofa again,
"if you would just let me say what
I have to say, the quicker you will
be on your way brat."  Taking a step
towards her Brand suddenly stopped,
she had rolled off the sofa to the floor 
on her hands and knee's she was
scrabbling away from him her eyes filled
with terror, suddenly she put her hands 
out in front of her, she was so pale her 
face was almost dead white, sobbing Bitsy 
crawled backwards "please, dont do this, 
I dont want to have to hurt you."

Brand moved a little closer talking 
to her in a calm soothing voice
"Im not going to hurt you baby, its 
all right, its Brand look at me
brat."  Sitting down on the floor
by her he held out his hand, he
watched her like a little trapped
animal cringing as she tried to
get away from him, "don't hurt me,
please don't hurt me." 

Taking a chance on being zapped 
into eternity, Brand stood up and
picked her up, she was stiff in his 
arms, sobbing.  He sat down on one 
of the sofa's and set her on his lap 
rocking slowly back and forth he softly 
stroked her hair talking to her the whole
time, he brushed the tears off her cheeks 
and chuckled as he pulled out a handkerchief 
and wiped her nose.  Still he held her against 
his chest and rocked her, he could feel her 
slowly start to relax. He kissed her softly 
on the lips, the eyes, her forehead as he talked.

Brand told her about the witch, about the cottage 
in the woods, about waking up in her crumbling
castle. He went on, sometimes almost choking on 
the words he told her everything. He held her 
tight against his chest and cried with her.
"Its going to be ok baby, we can make it all 
better, if you can only forgive me and give me 
another chance."  She sobbed "I don't know if
I can, I dont know if I can ever be with you 
again like we were once.  There isnt anything
to forgive you for, its me," he kissed her again 
a light touch on the lips "we'll just go easy
baby, I won't push you, I wont ever do anything 
you dont want me too."

Setting her down on the sofa he said "I'm 
going to take you home now, I'll be right
back, let me just call for my carriage and
get your cape its gotten cold outside."
Brand unlocked the door and almost feel
over Trink and his Grandfather. Trink,
went for Bitsy's cape, while a footmen
had the carriage brought to the side
door.  His Grandfather looked at him
"well?" Brand sighed "I don't know, I
wish I did" then turned and went back
into the library.

When the carriage stopped, Brand carried
Bitsy up the stairs, the door was opened
by a startled footman, not saying a word
Brand went up the main staircase. "This 
isn't Kat's house, where are we? Brand."
He explained that it was his Grandfathers
home and that he lived here with the old
gentlemen.

Brand carried her into his room, he set
her on the bed but saw the sudden look
of fear in her eyes and quickly kissed
her smiling "We can talk easier here then
in the Marstons library, I will be right
back."  Then left the room, he came back
followed by the Housekeeper carrying a 
tray with a tea pot and cups, Brand held 
a tray filled with food.  The housekeeper
raised an eyebrow but said not a word at
seeing a young woman sitting on the young
masters bed.  "Your bath water will be here
in just a moment, my lord," she said fridgidly.
A few minutes later several footmen carried
in the bath water and filled a large tub
that Brand had pulled out infront of the 
fireplace. Just as Bitsy thought they were
alone another knock sounded at the door,
Brand opened the door slightly and he
was handed a large bottle with a note
tied to it. Brand read the note and started
to laugh, he handed it to Bitsy, the note
read "a little champagne will calm your
nerves, just dont drink to much or it seems
to relax your precious parts a mit to 
much."  Bitsy started to giggle and Brand
grinned back "I will have to ask Trink how
he knows that"  Brand smiled, it was nice
to hear her giggling.









 


































































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