Apprentice

A/N: ok this is my first Fan Fic. I know I probably picked a bad topic what with Under the Glass moon being so knew. But I really liked the story and recommend it to any manga fans. Oh and the fic is not yet rated R, but it will get to that in later chapters, and possibly up to NC-17 with some lemony goodness.
Oh Disclaimer: All Characters From Under the Glass moon are the property of Ko Ya-Seong. The others characters Desdemona, Rosalind and another not yet named are mine.

It was an eerily silent October evening in a small London Suburb. There were no people wandering about the quiet streets. Well almost no people. There was one figure hurrying up the rapidly darkening streets. The lone person was of rather small build and hidden in a dark red cloak that effectively concealed her face. The hurrying individual made its way carefully up a side street to come to a stop before an ordinary looking two story house. The cloaked being pulled a rumpled piece of paper from somewhere with in the rippling folds of dark red fabric and seemed to consult the information scribbled upon it. Nodding to itself the figure started resolutely up the walkway. The silence of the neighborhood was shattered by the three stiff knocks on the front door.
An older woman sat within the house calmly drinking tea when the knocks sounded on her door. The Lady was wearing an antique looking dress and had her midnight black hair carefully styled in a girlish coiffure. The heavily made over woman looked curiously at the front door, “Who could that possibly be? Nell has a Key and Luel and Luka are at the shop.” Realizing that the only way to discover the identity of the knocker would be to answer the door she got up and did just that.
When the dramatically dressed woman opened the front door she found the red cloaked figure standing before her, “Can I help you?” she asked more confused than ever buy the creature standing before her.
The cloaked figure drew back its hood to reveal the youthful face of a young girl with wild short red hair and starling gray eyes, “I truly hope so Madame. Are you Madame Batolli?” She asked hopefully while staring deep into the eyes of the middle aged woman before her.
“I Am.” Answered Madame Batolli as she stared back at the girl before her. “Who are you?” She asked as she noticed the multiple piercings in the girl’s ears and the interesting dark tattoo that marked her clavicle.
The girl smiled in relief at Madame Batollli’s answer, “I am Desdemona Shadohart, but people call me Dem.” A shadow seemed to darken her slate gray eyes, “I believe you were a friend of my mother, Rosalind Shadohart.” The redhead stated quietly.
“Yes I am a friend of your mothers, is she with you?” Madame Batolli was quite excited and stuck her head out the door to look around her front yard. “Is she here? I haven’t seen her in years. We were the best of friends in our youth.” After discovering that Rosalind was not hiding behind her daughter Madame looked expectantly at Desdemona.
Desdemona seemed to be examining her shoes, \"I am sorry to have to tell you this Madame Batolli, but my mother died eight years ago in an accident.” A single tear fell from her down turned face to land on one of her black mary janes.
Madame Batolli stared at the silently weeping girl before her as tears came to her own eyes, “I never new. No one told me.” She murmured to herself, “It did seem odd that she stopped writing…” Madame Batolli had completely forgotten about the young girls before her.
Desdemona looked up at Madame Batolli’s murmured words, “I am sorry no one told you, but there was no one to do so. I was only just allowed access to my mother’s belongings, and I am the only Shadohart left. There is no one else.” She finished softly.
Madame Batolli looked up sharply at the girls response, “What about your grandmother Olivia?” She questioned fiercely startling the girl before her.
It took a moment for Dem to collect herself, “She… She died in the same accident.” Again tears welled up into her flint like eyes.
Madame Batolli looked at the tear streaked face of Desdemona Shadohart and realized with a start the amount of pain the poor child was experiencing, “Desdemona please come in side,” She murmured soothingly at she put an arm around the now sobbing girl and ushered her within. “Where have you been staying all these years?” She asked as she got Desdemona settled on the over stuffed couch and placed a hot cup of tea into her limp hands.
“I was put in an orphanage in Aberdeen after the accident.” Dem said softly as she stared into the tea. “They only just released me a week ago.”
Madame Batolli sat next to the solemn girl and wrapped an arm around her drooping shoulders, “ And they did not let you have your mothers things?” She asked giving the girl a soft comforting squeeze.
“No the house was locked up when she died. They would not let me near it until I turned eighteen and was released from the Orphanage.” Dem to a small sip of her tea and smiled just a little, “My mom used to like this tea.”
Madame Batolli nodded, “ I know, it is my favorite too.” She picked up her own cup and took a much more generous sip before once again studying the quiet girl before her. Desdemona looked to be about five feet four inches tall. She had bright red curly out of control hair cut almost boyishly short. She had five studs in her ears, three on the left and two on the right, and they were all different. She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of red slacks under her dark red cloak. And she looked an awful lot like her mother, Madame Batolli could not figure out why she had not noticed the similarities before. They had the same build, their faces were very similar and those gray eyes were absolutely identical to her mothers. “So Desdemona, why are you here?”
Desdemona Looked up at Madame Batolli’s question, “I am sorry I dropped by so suddenly.” She began only to be interrupted by Madame.
“Desdemona You need not worry about that. You are always welcome here.” She said smoothly, “But please continue.” She made a vague sweeping motion with her hand and looked expectantly at Dem.
Dem Seemed at a slight loss for words, “ Well you see the thing is…” She stuttered before rapidly muttering: “I was hoping you would take me on as your apprentice.”
Madame Batolli seemed taken aback for a moment and her silence obviously made Dem nervous. “You see it’s just that mom never had a chance to teach me the craft… well she started, but then she died. And I know she wanted me to become a witch. All the women in my family were witches. So please Madame Batolli, please teach me.” She finished her confused monolog with a bow.
Madame Batolli just stared at the earnest girl before her, “Of course I will teach you Desdemona. You need never have doubted. You are the daughter of my best friend. As a matter of fact I absolutely insist on being your teacher. And I want you to move in here. Think of me as your aunt. Yes I will be your aunt.” She finished resolutely.
Dem was stunned. She stared at Madame for several seconds before the weight of her words sunk in. Then realization dawned and she flung herself at Madame Batolli hugging her desperately. “Oh thank you so much Madame-“
Madame Batolli interrupted her again, “Call me auntie.” She said imperiously.
“Auntie.” Desdemona tasted the word and found it to her liking. “Thank you so much Auntie.” She grinned and gave her new Aunt another hard hug.
At about that moment the front door swung open to reveal a short but intense looking blonde girl. “Mother I’m home!” She shouted as she tossed her purse in the general direction of the table in the foyer and stomped loudly up the stairs.
Madame Batolli looked at Dem with a rather pained expression on her face, “That led-footed creature was my daughter Nell. I guess she is about your age, eighteen or so.” She said in a rather off hand manner. “She lives here too.”
“So I gathered.” Dem responded dryly with a short laugh.
Madame Batolli nodded, “She is a rather…” Madame paused searching for a suitably descriptive yet not terribly insulting word, “Abrupt girl.” She finished just a little lamely. “I’m sure that you will like her, she has a good heart, despite certain flaws.” Madame Batolli took a long swallow of tea before smiling reassuringly at Dem.
“I’m sure I will love her Auntie.” Dem smiled and took a sip of tea as the door swung open yet again.

A/N: ok that’s all I have for now. Please if anyone read this, please review. I would like to know what you think.