**Written for one of my best friends.... the story is completely fictitious.... For you Nes**
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Its hard being all alone, especially when you are so young. At nineteen Vanessa had been left all alone, her father had left home before she had been born and as she stood there looking down a deep hole at her mother lying six feet below her in a wooden box she had never felt so alone. She didn't cry she stood there motionless a single red rose in her hand hanging loosely by her side. A hand rested on her shoulder, Vanessa jumped slightly looked up and then tossed the rose into the hole before being led off in the opposite direction.
Mrs Maggie Newton was sat at her desk shuffling through papers that she then slotted into a paper file. She put it to one side and looked at the next file. VANESSA BISHOP read in big black letters on the cover. Maggie Newton read through the file, "orphaned at eighteen," she said aloud, "poor girl." Maggie took a deep breath, she knew that it was hard to find fostering or adoption for someone of this age, if a couple adopted they usually went for the youngest children. Never the less she would try her best to find someone who would take Vanessa in. Maggie turned to her computer and started entering Vanessa details, eighteen, only child, well behaved; no emotional problems, A grade student, 5' 2" tall, auburn hair, brown eyes. She pressed search.
Vanessa sat on a chair in the corner of the room, there were quite a few people milling around but she didn't seem to know any of them. Occasionally some person would come up to her and put a sympathetic hand on her knee or her shoulder and then move off to some other distant part of the room and she would never see them again. Vanessa's thoughts turned to her mother. She was not the greatest mother I guess you could say; after Vanessa's father had left she had some kind of breakdown. She had become an alcoholic but had managed to clean herself up and for the past nineteen months she hadn't touched a drop. It's kind of ironic that she dies from liver cancer after that.
Maggie scrolled through the results on her screen, she stopped, taking her chewed pen from her mouth tapping it a couple of times on the screen. "Ok well here goes nothing," she said picking up the phone received and dialling.
It seemed as if everything was going in slow motion. Vanessa stood up and walked to the front door, opened it and stepped out into the early evening dusk. She scooped her black skirt up under her legs and sat on the step. A car pulled up in front of her and stopped. It was big and black with tinted windows and shiny chrome. Vanessa watched intently as the two rear doors opened and a man and woman got out. She recognised the woman it was Maggie Newton, she was some sort of welfare officer but Vanessa didn't recognise the man. He was tall with thick brown hair. He had a long black coat, black trousers, black shoes and black sunglasses. He walked confidently towards Vanessa cutting in front of Maggie before she could speak.
"Vanessa," he said in strong powerful voice.
Vanessa looked up to him, "yes, who are you?" she replied
He knelt down removed his glasses to reveal some dark brown eyes that seemed to be a direct link to his soul. Vanessa was instantly drawn into his eyes, she felt herself being sucked into him.
He spoke softly and carefully, "My name is Dragonia, I am going to look after you from now on."
Vanessa looked up at Maggie, she just stood there a broad smile on her face, she nodded so to confirm what Dragonia had said. She looked back at Dragonia.
"Would you like that Vanessa?" he said softly.
Vanessa felt a little uneasy, not because she didn't like this man or she felt that there was something wrong, it was because she didn't have to think at all about it she instantly knew that she would love to be looked after by this man. A man who before today she had never even clapped eyes on, she had no idea who he was or what he did, she just knew she wanted to be with him.
"Yes, I really would," she said softly back to him
He smiled broadly, "Do you have everything?"
Vanessa glanced down to her side, a small satchel held her most valuable positions, "yes Sir," I do
He lent down and helped Vanessa to her feet. Taking her by the hand he led her to the car and opened the back door for her, she climbed in and sank into the soft white leather that the entire interior was covered in. Dragonia closed the door behind her and went around to the other side of the car and got in next to Vanessa.
"Ling," he said in a soft voice, which seemed to spur the car into movement. Vanessa hadn't noticed but sat in the drivers seat was a young Asian girl; she was dressed all in black leather and looked like a china doll.
Vanessa looked up at Dragonia, she smiled broadly back to her exposing a set of very white teeth.
Nothing was said for a good twenty minutes as the car cruised quietly through the suburbs and out into the quieter surrounds of the countryside. Vanessa gazed out of the window as Ling drove down the winding lanes that seem to lead to a huge stately home at the far end. Eventually they reached the front of the house. Ling opened the door for Vanessa; she nodded as she let the young girl out. She then went to the other side of the car and let Dragonia out, he kissed her cheek before he came round the car and took Vanessa's hand leading her quickly up the steps and into the house.
"This is my home," said opening his arms as they entered, "correction, our home," he said flashing his teeth at Vanessa once again. Vanessa looked around; the place was straight out of a fairytale, a huge sweeping staircase and corridors that went off either way that she couldn't see the end of.
"Would you like to see your room Vanessa?" Dragonia said looking excited.
"Sure" she said a little bewildered
They made their way up the stairs and down one of the corridors. Dragonia threw open a door and presented her room.
Vanessa's jaw dropped, it was beautiful, a soft pink colour, a four-poster bed was the centrepiece of the room. It was huge, way bigger than her old room that was barely big enough to fit her single bed lengthways into. She ran inside and jumped on the bed.
"Is this really mine?" she said as she suddenly realised that maybe she shouldn't be stood on the bed in her shoes.
"Yes my girl, this is all yours now" he said walking slowly into the room
"Really?" she replied still trying to absorb the last hour.
"Come here" she stepped off the bed, Dragonia went to the desk in the corner and opened a draw pulling out a big black marker, "here this is your room, you can do anything you like in here, write your name on the door," handing her the marker.
Vanessa took the marker and paused looking up at him before touching the pristine white door with the black marker. She wrote on the door 'VANESSA'S ROOM'.
"Very good," Dragonia said, "now everything within, Vanessa's room belongs to Vanessa."
"Thank you Dragonia," Vanessa said handing him back the marker.
"Pleasure" he said, flashing another smile, "Dinner is in twenty minutes, I will see you in the dining room then. There is your own washroom through that door there and that door leads to your wardrobe. Ling went and bought you a couple of things she though you might like; we can always change them if you don't."
Dragonia closed the door behind him. Vanessa stood there looking round, "wash-room," she said excitedly running towards the door. The washroom was huge, a massive corner bath with gold taps and a huge mirror along one wall, a pink toothbrush sat proudly by the sink. "Wardrobe," she said next running to that door and flinging it open. Wardrobe it was more like another room, on either side there were rails beneath which there was room for shoes, straight ahead was a floor length mirror and lots and lots of draws. Vanessa decided to see what Ling had got for her. She hadn't had brand new clothes for years; he mother had never had the money to spend on her. There were a couple of dresses hanging up, a black short dress in a chiffon material, with a sash and a deep red dress that was longer and more elegant. Beneath each dress there were matching shoes, black pumps with quite a high heel, very pretty with diamond effect strapping. The red shoes had a slight platform and were round toed and also quite high at about 3 inches. Vanessa turned round and looked at the other rail, a couple of tops and skirts. She turned her attention to the draws at the far end of the room. Opening the top draw she saw a full array of bra's, checking she saw that every one was in her size; 34c all different colours and styles. The next draw down, panties matching the bras that she had just seen. The next draw contained hosiery, stockings, hold-ups, tights, every possible colour and design. The next draw held other lingerie, corsets, clinchers, basques suspender belts everything that Vanessa had ever seen or even dreamt about, all felt soft and silk like. In the bottom draw there was a whole outfit. It was a short black leather skirt, black stockings black high-heeled boots, black leather corset. Vanessa picked up each of the items and felt the soft warm leather against her skin. Ling had been wearing the very same outfit. She smiled how amazing was all of this. She glanced at the clock she only had ten more minutes before dinner, she ran to the washroom and stripped naked washing herself she then ran into the wardrobe and put on a pretty off the shoulder black top and pretty knee-length skirt. She slipped the black heels on and ran to her dressing table to brush her hair. She felt the over-whelming urge to look her absolute best for Dragonia. She brushed her hair until it flowed softly over her shoulders. She opened the dresser draws and found every type of makeup she could want or need. Her mother has once shown her how to put it on and she had never forgotten one of the few things that they had done together.
Fifteen minutes later Vanessa stepped carefully down the main staircase. Ling was stood at the bottom looking up at her.
"Hello Ling," Vanessa said smiling.
Ling returned the smile, "Good evening Miss, please let me show you to the dining room."
