Short Stories/Drabbles

Eli And Ali

Okay, first off I like twins. So expect me putting in familiar faces if I continue this as a story. Second, some of these characters come from RP's that I've been in or that I've followed out of sheer boredom. I can't remember the accounts that I've used to RP that have wattpad so come forward if you see your character or the mention of them. The Valcadesh twins are mine as well as Elijah, Aliyah, Noah and the Master. Third, any character that I've mentioned that isn't mine will be at the end of this short story.
Fourth, I have not edited this what so ever. Enjoy what I've written for since I haven't updated in so long.

When you're separated at birth in order to keep your blood name alive it's really hard to find your place in the word. And not knowing the other is even harder but only a thread from their time in the womb kept the pair together while they are miles and miles apart.

Aliyah found that out about the voice when she was young, living as a servant girl for her master in the summer and afternoons after school isn't easy when all you hear is another voice in your head, many believed you were crazy if you brought it up and she kept the voice a hidden fragment of her life. One that she delves into when no one else would be her voice of reason. It talks and talks about how much it hates its place in the world, which she decided is much better than where she is currently. From its whining and nagging she guessed it was a child in a strict program in her head. At first she didn't understand why it was there or why it complained so much. Not until they reached her teenage years. That's when it stopped complaining and became more determined, especially when she threw in her two cents to egg it on. One: for her amusement, and two: because she likes listening to it.

For most of her life she's lived in a home that belonged to a man who 'adopts' kids off the streets, it's filled with many others from the streets but as far as she knew she didn't come from there. Although she still felt like she was missing someone. Listening to the voice in her head kept her sane and entertained, it talked out its experiences and slowly it began feeding her information about fighting when she mentioned having to avoid the men in the household. To her it was a scary feeling, having knowledge of such tactics, having been brought up as a maid, she wasn't expected to fight in any fashion. No one was.

At first it was simple, avoiding those she needed to avoid. That slowly progressed to courage to walking past them, then she developed her own snarky remarks to counter those from the men. The girls didn't like her because she looked relatively similar to the Master of the Household and he did pay attention to her by judging her grades in school and her activities outside of school. Which wasn't much since she spends most of her time home, cleaning.

She sighs dejectedly and bit her lip as she swept, only two hours before school starts. She keeps her eyes glued to to the clock, only using the corner of her vision to scout for any living beings. Not that there would be dead people around, she's just not a fan of men in the house except Noah, the head butler, two guy friends, and the Master. Girls are a different story. As most know, girls hate each other behind your back and that's trouble some.

"Don't sigh Miss Kingston, they say the more you sigh the less of a soul you have."

Ali jumped out of her skin and turned mid-flight screeching. "Noah! How many times did I tell you not to give me a heart attack! I'm only fourteen!"

"And how many times have I told you to not sweep the same spot for fifteen minutes?" He mused, his gray and black, salt and pepper, hair tied back neatly. Noah's uniform is better prepped and much more orderly than the boys who follow his orders. The crinkle around the corner of his eyes gave away his age and a hint of a smile. Ali knew deep down she could never get angry at him, not for as long as she lived that is.