[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Guess, who's back with a new Bellice story for you? I'm not sure whether people will like the idea of this one and I would greatly appreciate your feedback to figure out whether this is worth to be continued. I have so many ideas and some should probably better stay inside my crazy mind.

Firstly, please be aware that this story is in no way historical accurate and as my knowledge about slavery in the US is completely based on nothing but watching some movies it is most likely that I will mess some things up.

Secondly I should probably give you a warning that there are going to be some parts in this story that will be difficult for some to read. They are going to be difficult for me to write too but I like to challenge myself as a writer.

There will be violence, both physical and emotional, racism and sexual assault. However, because I can't write a fluff and lemon-less story-line there will still be enough of that too.

Is anyone still left who is interested in reading the first chapter? You? Fine, that's wonderful. Hope you'll enjoy…

Oh, before I forget. I changed some of the character names in order to make them sound more like slave names but I'm sure it won't be difficult for you to tell who is who.

**Chapter 1**

Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house

(Author unknown)

The place I was supposed to spend the rest of my life in was breathtakingly beautiful. That fact was undeniable for my tired eyes when I stepped out of the carriage. The hem of my silk dress was crumpled a bit and I quickly tried to flatten it again with my palms to make a halfway reasonable appearance for my future mother in law. She was the one who had arranged this wedding together with my parents and from what my mother had assured me of several times since she had broken the wonderful news to me was that she was a kind and warmhearted person.


I turned around and automatically took two steps backwards when I gazed into the face of the giant man standing behind me, carrying my two heavy suitcases over his left shoulder as if they were weightless.

He was the tallest man I had ever seen – black or white and a shiver of fear instantly went down my spine. Then he grinned and my fear of him vanished almost completely. Of someone who could grin so sheepishly like that you didn't have to be afraid off.

"Missy, do you want to go inside now? The Missus is probably still awake to welcome you."

"Bear! What the hell are you talking there with the new Miss? Get her things inside and try not to damage anything again with your huge paws."

He grinned again, his white teeth forming a strong contrast in his ebony face and walked off so slowly that I wondered if he was doing that on purpose to provoke the small grey-haired woman who now made an effort to curtsy in front of me. She almost dripped on the dusty ground during it and it was obvious that she had no clue how to act in front of a lady.

"Welcome on Twilight, Miss Swan. Would you like to follow me inside? Miss Esme is already waiting for your arrival."

I nodded my head and tried to take a deep breath in order to calm down my tensed nerves. It wasn't working because my corset was too tight like usually and maybe it was normal to be nervous when you were about to meet your mother in law.

"Isabella, my dear, it's so good to see you." The caramel-haired beauty greeted me when we entered the hall.

"Good evening, Miss Esme." I whispered, trying to catch my breath again. Why in heaven's name did I allow Beta to fasten my corset so tightly that I could hardly breathe at all? Oh yes, I remember it was an attempt to give my body the shape it was supposed to have in order to make me look like a real lady.

I knew I wasn't one. My father was just one lucky bastard who happened to be the nephew of a rich plantation owner who drank himself into his own grave. Charles Swan, my father had inherited nothing but liabilities from his uncle. Yet, he made me and my mother stay on the almost empty plantation for almost two years before he sold it way under worth to a man in South Carolina.

"You must be tired from your journey, my dear. Come and sit with me for a moment before I'll show your rooms to you."

"Thank you, Miss Esme."

I sat down next to her on the couch and took a glass with lemonade from the tray the grey-haired woman handed to me with trembling fingertips.

Was she afraid of me?

"You can go and help Flower to unpack Miss Isabella's belongings now, Nettie."

She nodded her head and walked out of the room as fast as possible.

"Is something wrong with her?" I asked Miss Esme while I sipped carefully on the lemonade. It had a deliciously tart taste and I figured out that I liked it a great deal.

"With Nettie? No, she's just nervous to make anything wrong. Royce impressed it up on her and the rest of the house slaves that they have to treat you with the appropriate respect."

"Oh, I see, that was very…considering of him, I guess."

Miss Esme's mouth turned into a half smile before she took my hand in hers to squeeze it gently.

"My nephew is going to make sure that you enjoy living here with us as much as possible."

"Royce is your nephew? I thought father told me that he's your son."

"I think of him as if he were my son. His parents, my late brother and his wife died in a fire when he was just a little boy. My husband and I raised him together with our own son, Edward. It turned out that Royce has way more interest and talent running Twilight then him."

"Am I going to meet him tomorrow during the reception?"

"No, you won't. Edward is still attending medical school in London. But he'll probably come here for Christmas."

"And Royce?"

"Well, he has to be there because he's supposed to be the groom."

"I know, it's just…I'm so worried that he won't be pleased with me. I have no idea how to run such a huge plantation like Twilight and I got the impression that maybe my father was a bit too enthusiastic when he praised my abilities to him in his letters."

"Please, there is no need to be afraid. I'll be there to help you feel at home here. We'll have you handling everything on Twilight as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Miss Esme. You are very kind."

She squeezed my hand again and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Of course, I'm going to be kind to you. I've always wished for a daughter and now I'm finally going to have one."


Flower, the girl who had prepared my bedroom for me was pretty. Or maybe pretty wasn't the right term to use for the way she looked. Her skin had a light brown caramel shade and her body was curvy and full in all the right places. The only ugly thing about her was the constant frown on her face.

If Nettie was just nervous and afraid of me, it was obvious that she literally detested me. Why she felt that way was beyond me but still it made me feel awkward somehow.

I recognized that the huge man who had carried my suitcases was still standing in the corner of the room, his eyes looking longingly over to Flower who was busy stuffing my clothes into a small oak closet.

The door of the room was opened abruptly and Nettie entered the room again, placing a mug with water on the dresser.

"Why the hell are you still here, Bear?"

He cringed and it was somehow funny to see such a giant man chicken in front of a small woman like her.

"I was just helping, Miss Flower to…,"

"Miss Flower, since when is Flower a Miss, you moron?"

He ducked his head and rushed out the room, taking the empty suit cases with him.

"Are you finished unpacking, Flower? The Miss is probably tired from her journey and wants to go to bed now."

A low snarling noise escaped the pretty girl's lips before she spoke up.

"Yes, I am. Do I have to help her get undressed or is she able to handle that part on her own?"

Nettie turned to me and cleared her throat nervously.

"Miss Isabella?"

I sure as hell didn't want Flower to help me get undressed but I knew that there was no way I was able to loosen my corset on my own. Maybe I should just try to sleep with it. I had already done that before and it wasn't comfortable but I could probably endure it for one night.

"I don't need her assistance, thank you." I told Nettie, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

"Fine, Miss. We'll give you some privacy then. Welcome to Twilight again."

They walked out of the room and I sat down on the edge of the huge bed, feeling the tears starting to burn in the corner of my eyes. Now, I was truly alone. Alone in a house crowded with strangers with no one to talk to apart from slaves and Miss Esme, who was kind to me but would probably loser her patience with me soon once she would figure out how incredibly clumsy I was.

Then there was the fact that my future husband, Royce hadn't spoken more than a few sentences to me when he had come to my father's house to ask for my hand in marriage.

It was going to be a marriage of convenience my mother had tried to explain to me. He would barely be home and as long as I would fulfill my wifely duties as she called it, he and I would get along just fine.

What exactly this wifely duties, would contain she didn't tell me and I was too embarrassed to ask her about it.

The thought of sleeping in the same bed with Royce was frightening for me and yet I knew that it was an inevitable part of those duties.

Someone knocked on the door and I quickly wiped away a few tears from my cheeks before it was opened.

The girl who was standing in the frame of the door curtsied before she placed a tray with fruits and sandwiches next to me on the bed.

"Miss Esme sent me to bring you this. She thought that you might be hungry from your trip and would like to eat a bit before going to sleep."

I took a sandwich from the porcelain plate and started nibbling on it.

The girl giggled and I raised one eyebrow, taking a real look at her for the first time. She was dainty and her body was still child-like although her face was clearly that of a woman. Her full lips curved into a smile before she spoke up again.

"You eat like a little bird, Miss. Don't you like it?"

I sighed and put the sandwich back on the plate again.

"It's difficult to eat properly with my corset on."

"Why didn't you let Flower help you to remove it?"


"You don't like Flower, do you?"

"She doesn't seem to like me much as well."

"Don't worry about that, Miss. Flower hates everyone one including herself."

"Why?" I asked her standing up again from the bed to slip out of my shoes.

"Because she thinks that she is better than anyone else and yet she knows that she isn't better than the rest of us. No matter how light-skinned she might be."

"Hmm, I see."

When I fumbled with the tiny buttons at the back of my dress the girl stepped closer to me and cleared her throat.

"Do you want me to help you?"

I nodded my head and waited for her to open the dozens of small pearls of my pale pink dress.

"That's a pretty press, you're wearing." She whispered when it fell down on the ground and I stepped out of the huge crinoline.

"I don't really care about that sort of thing. Beta, my maid at home chose it for me to wear this morning. She said it looked good with my hair color."

"And she was right about that. Why didn't you bring her with you? You are definitely going to need a maid and as you and Flower don't seem to get along that well…,"

"My mother needs Beta back home. She's the only one who is able to keep to keep Alpha and Omega in line. They are terribly stubborn and now that my father is so sick, I'm glad that mother will at least have her to deal with the boys."

"That doesn't solve your problem of needing a maid yourself."

"I know,"

"Hold on to the bedframe, Miss." She instructed before she started pulling on the strings of my corset with so much force that it surprised me. How could such a tiny woman have so much strength? It was obvious that she didn't have much experience with undressing a lady. Yet, I was thankful that it was her who was helping me and not the caramel-skinned beauty named Flower.

Then finally the corset fell down my thighs and I sighed in relief. God, this was so much better. I took several deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of the warm air streaming down my lungs. There was the slight hint of cinnamon in it and something else that I couldn't really put a name to. Whatever it was it smelled divine and I wondered where it was coming from.

"Thanks," I whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed again to pull my cotton night gown over my head.

"You are welcome, Miss."

She picked my corset and the dress up from the floor and placed them carefully over a chair before she curtsied again.

"Good night, Miss, I wish you pleasant dreams."

"Good, night..., sorry, what's your name again?"

She smiled and for the first time I realized that her eyes sparkled like melted dark chocolate when she did that. It was the nicest smile someone had showed me since I had arrived and somehow, in a strange way it made me feel a little bit more at home here.

"My name is Pixie,"


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