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Elliot	By : Lollers Category: +1 through F > Cinderella (Disney) > Cinderella (Disney) Views: 3793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Cinderella(Disney) or any of it's franchise. I also do not make any profit off of these stories. Characters and plot within this story are vaguely based off of the movie, Cinderella.

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Five years later…
"Elliot? Elliot? Elliot, are you listening?!"
Huffing a bit under his breath, Elli gave a nasty glare towards the pipes hanging on the wall. It's not like they expect me to respond back through the pipes… he thought dryly. The last time he attempted it, he received a scolding for being lazy.
So, instead, he simply waited for his youngest step-sister, Anastasia, to finish shrieking. She was a few months older than him, though she felt it necessary to pinch whoever pointed out that fact. Elliot, as a child, had received many pinches.
Arms deep into the basin, submerged to his elbows in water, he continued to scrub the pots. He had to do it quickly, before the food got cold. Of course, logic would be to bring the food to them first and then was the dishes but Drizella would have none of that; this household simply could not tolerate sloppiness.
"Elliot, you lazy imp, I need my bath drawn now. I have lessons with Mr. Scott this morning and I simply can't go another second without it. Are you listening, Elliot? Now!" The blonde nodded his head absently, as though Anastasia could actually see his non-verbal response. Placing the pot on the counter to dry, he quickly moved over to the trays.
Years of trial and error had perfected his ability to balance three heavily loaded trays. It was among the many things he had learned since the day of that dreadful missive. Oh, Lady Tremaine was in all sorts of tears, mucking up her handkerchief and excusing her behavior. She held the ceremony, played hostess to many sympathetic friends, and easily gained their hearts, trust, and loyalty. And, as she worked her magic on the neighbors and townsfolk alike, Elliot quickly became the topic of disdain.
Within a fortnight, he was considered unsuited for head of the house and that, being the only boy in the household, should be compliant and helpful to the ladies residing with him. Lady Tremaine played it off as unnecessarily, slipping in a comment here and there about the state of the mansion, quickly riling her crowd up. And so, Elliot began to take up certain duties to avoid their wrath. Over the months, the workload grew and grew. He had quit horseback riding lessons. He abandoned his friends. He had no time for such trivial things; by the time he was finished for the day, he would pass out immediately and wake up just as tired.
It had occurred to him that he was doing too much. And so, nearly a year after the death of his father, had confronted Lady Tremaine about it. She listened to his protest, his demands, and his claims against her coolly, her cold expression quite unruffled and undisturbed. When he had finished and simply stood there, waiting for her to retaliate, she stood and walked towards the door.
Just before exiting the room completely, she turned around. And she smiled. Of course, the smile was anything but warm and kind and it reeled Elliot into shock.
"My dear Elliot," she cooed, dark eyes glinting from the setting sun peeking through the curtains; the room was slowly darkening. "You may run. You may try to go to the furthest reaches of this land. But this kingdom," the hand not resting on the doorknob gestured smoothly towards the direction of the town. "This town, they will assure you are safely returned to my estate. You see, ever since my husband, your father's, tragic death, you simply couldn't handle it. You broke down, crumbled. Since that day, you've slowly descended into your own insanity." Her cold smile soon turned vicious. "There isn't a soul in this town that would aid you; it is out of the kindness of my heart that I house you. You'd be delivered upon my steps before the sun rises." And with that, she left room, her robes drifting behind her.
Eyes darkening at the memory of that day, Elliot decided to skip going to Lady Tremaine's room first and visit the next room over; Drizella. Quietly, he opened the door, skillfully keeping the trays from tipping over, before walking through the darkness. He quickly located the end table and placed a tray upon the surface, before turning towards the curtain. Using his now free hand, careful not to upset the balance of the two trays slightly stacked in his other hand, he opened up the blinds on the right side of the bed; a groan sounded from the bed.
"You have violin lessons today, Drizella." He said rather loudly, lavishing in the way she clutched her pillow tighter to her head. He suppressed a wicked smile, walking around the bed to open up the other curtain; he relished in doing so, a smile twisting his lips slightly at the growl.
"Go away, Elliot, or I swear I'll set Lucifer on your precious mice." She snapped.
Elliot's smile quickly dropped.
"Alright. Enjoy your morning. I'll be sure to tell Lady Tremaine about your plans." He said, walking towards the door.
A pillow struck his back, causing him to stumble forward out of surprise. He quickly grabbed hold of the other tray, now holding one in each hand, before turning back to the bed. Drizella was sitting up, dark brown hair hanging a mess around her shoulders. Her sharp face and small eyes had always reminded Elliot of the rats he's seen running around in the cellar.
"I'll be telling mother about your plans to lie." She seethed. Elliot opened his mouth to deny lying, but quickly snapped it shut. What was the point?
Shrugging, he turned back around, stepping around the pillow, before going to the next room over.
Anastasia was pacing her room when he entered. Stopping in mid stride, she leveled him with a glare. "Where have you been?!" she snapped, red hair a curly mess around her shoulders. She sneered at the trays before gesturing impatiently at her bedside. "I don't care. Just hurry up and draw my bath. Quickly, now!"
The blonde quickly complied, placing the tray on the bed, before turning on his heels towards the door. He would first drop off the last tray before fetching water from the well and heating it up; it would take at least a half hour before it was ready to bathe in. Elliot didn't feel inclined to point it out. Exiting the room, he traveled slowly down the hall to the room nearest to the stairs.
All too soon, he arrived at the door and, after taking a deep breath, entered. The room was dark; only the light spilling in from the hallway outlined the slight bump in the bed and the glowing, yellow eyes of Lucifer, the cat. Ignoring the glowering cat, he walked quickly to the bed, softly; he found it best to try to leave the room as quickly as possible, without waking up Lady Tremaine.
Placing the tray on the table, he turned to leave, when the damn cat let out a lusty yawn, followed by a yowl. The figure on the bed shifted, causing the boy to tense.
"Elliot." The blonde quickly glared at the cat, who seemed to grin back, before turning around to face the mistress of the house; he kept his head bowed. Now sitting up, the aging woman reached over for her tea. Lucifer jumped from his tiny bed onto hers, settling down beside her legs. Sipping the tea, she began. "Were you not planning to wake me?"
Elliot winced. "I didn't want to-"
"Silence." Her voice was sharp, quickly cutting off the boy's explanation. Settling the tea on the table, she ran a hand through Lucifer's fur. "We have a guest coming over to the estate today. Now, let me see… There's the large carpet in the main hall… Clean it. And the windows upstairs… wash them." She paused, picking up her tea again to sip. Before it reached her lips, however, she glanced up. "And the tapestries… and the draperies… "
Elliot's eyes widened a fraction, "But I just finished them-"
"Do them again." Lady Tremaine cut off sharply, focusing her cold eyes on Elliot. His protests were quickly swallowed.
"And don't forget the garden. Then scrub the terrace, sweep the halls and the stairs, clean the chimneys. And of course there's the mending and the sewing and the laundry." Finally, she took a sip of the tea, before smiling coldly into the brew. Settling it back on the table, she spoke again. "Oh yes…there's one more thing. Make sure Lucifer gets his bath." Elliot eyed the cat; of all the duties listed, this was the one he dreaded the most. Lucifer never gave into a bath without a full fight, claws, teeth, and all. The strict woman stared at the blonde expectantly.
Inclining his head, Elliot didn't look up. "Yes, Lady Tremaine." He quickly backed out of the room.
He couldn't possibly finish all the chores before the guest came. However, he knew if he didn't try his earnest, his step mother would surely find a way to deliver her sense of punishment. He quickly walked down the hall. First, the bath…
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