Sabby's continued story...

Sabryn, or Sabby as she was more often called, was sitting in front of her mother's vanity. The wood was dark and rich, even though the years past had removed some of the glossy sheen from the table. She stared into the tattered mirror a moment longer... and her thoughts drifted to the night before. Pulling the comb through her long silky auburn locks she focused intently on the night before, she could hear his voice echo inside of her head.

"I can promise you a new life, a different more exciting life. You will be happier with me... Come back with me, Sabby." He said in an almost pleading voice. The man was tall and thin, almost wirey, yet his looks were stunning. His hair the darkest black she'd ever seen, with skin so ultra pale. His eye's silver and piercing. He reached his hand out and touched her hand, the contrast between her dark mocha skin and his making her smile to herself. "Let me take you away from this, Sabby... Trust me, please?"

She looked up into his eyes, then quickly glanced down, "I like my job, Nicolas..." she had whispered.

Then he was gone...

She heard a loud crash in the next room, and quickly her thoughts were yanked back into her bedroom and back to the combing of her hair... She stood quickly and lifted up her candle to go and see what Seraph, her kitten, had knocked over this time... exiting the door, she came face to face with Nicolas again...

"What, why are you here? In my apartment? Nicolas?" She said in a steady voice.

"Come with me, Sabby, please?" He looked down at her, he was nearly a foot taller than her, and his frame was much larger than hers, yet she felt so safe next to him. He held out his hand. "Come." He said again.

She took his hand... and he lead her down the hall...

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Sabby was jarred awake by something... A dream? Was it all a dream? Then she looked around. This room? Where is she? The walls were a metallic silver... there were no windows. Darting her eyes around the room she saw the door...she pulled her legs down over the edge of the huge bed, and placed them on the floor. Startled she pulled them back up... the floor was cold. Rock? Marble. Nothing like the warm wooden floors in her home.

She put her foot back down the floor... walked across the room to the door. She placed her hand on it, and it opened, sliding to the side. There was a hallway next to her with more doors. She decided to take the one in front of her. She touched that door... it also slid to the side. She stepped inside of the dim windowless room. She could see a bed on the opposite side. She stepped softly to the side of it.

Nicolas? She was in his home? She stood there a minute looking at him, as he slept... and then his eyes opened and he saw her standing over him. "You are welcomed to join me, Sabby, if you'd like?" He said with a hopeful smile.

She narrowed her eyes, "Where am I? Is this your home? Why am I here?"

Nicolas yawned... "You are in my home yes. I live in an apartment in New York. It's the year 2133, I took you home with me... into the future."

Her knees became weak and she reached out to grab his bed post to steady herself. He reached out for her and puller her down to sit beside him.

"Sabby, I promised you a new life, I wanted you to come here, start new... You can still dance and act. I own a theatre, you can have your own shows. The people here have never seen a dancer like yourself. I have girls you can teach... Costumes, that are more fitting of our times, but still things you' be used to... Will you stay?"

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Leaving this story here. My person can either, have her go back to the 1900's or stay in the future~ :)