Sarafina: His 9th Wife

 I don't necessarily blend in, but I don't stick out either. I'm that face in the crowd that you'll notice only if you're looking for me. I'm the girl with the loud laugh and dimple, you'd look at and wonder what I was laughing at so hard.  I like it that way, I like being that person. The one with the questionable fashion sense. That was me. I like getting your attention and making you wonder. I like wearing clothes that someone wouldn't necessarily pick out for themselves but see me wearing it and think, "what the hell is wrong with this girl?".  That's me, that's Sarafina for you.  I paint. I'm an artist, an artist with the love of playing violin and spending my free time in my own little bedroom. I enjoy looking over my paint covered fingers a

 "Let me see your outfit," my mother said as I held the phone up to my face to look at hers. I smiled as I walked to the bright side of the filled room with University art students who were rushing to get done.  I showed her my outfit and I saw her smile, "you look so beautiful, baby," she complimented and I smiled.  "Thank you, mummy."  "Now, go put some make up on and take lo-"  "Girls!" My professor, Mevrou (pronounce v as f) Schoeman shouted over all the noise of the girls running around and trying to get ready these last few minutes, "can you all hurry up, asseblief (please)! Come on!" She clapped her hands, rushing everyone, "come on, now, ladies!"  

 "A fan of Gauthier?" I heard a rough, husky toned voice that sounded like a man- a real man, break through my little bubble, and I turned to my side to see the man who has been staring at me.  "Huh?" I asked him as I craned my neck back to look up at him.  He looked...deadly. His features looked pronounced, even the wrinkles on his face looked like they were put there purposely to make him look more handsome. Now that he was this close to me, I couldn't help but check him out.  He is the hottest man I've ever seen with my own two eyes right in front of me.  He had dark brown intense eyes with a smouldering gaze and his eyebrows were shaped in a way that made his eyes seem menacing a

 When Elisabeth told me I had the best room in the "manor" I didn't believe it. I don't even believe that she's a fairy, I feel like I'm hallucinating and I’m under the influence of heavy drugs. But with each step that I took as I walked through the hallways, the more I saw the grandness of this home. The floor to ceiling windows, the large chandeliers that were just inches from my head, the ceramic tiles and candle lights on either side of the hallway was enough to tell me that wherever I was, was no broke man's place.  We walked until we stood at the top of this grand staircase that looked like the kind you'd see in fictional fairy tales. The kind of stairs you swore were made of something magical instead of normal human beings. I held onto the one railing and began to take the many stairs to wherever this fairy was leading me.  

 I sucked in a breath- holding it in and standing still because I was trying to still my racing heart. I didn't know if I should run or scream and hide, or stand still and do nothing, so I just froze. I hoped it would not see me.  Maybe wolves can't see at night and I can actually make it out of this alive.  I would've rather crossed paths with a snake at this point, not this wolf that looks like the size of my mother's boyfriend's 4x4 van.  Its eyes still looked right into mine before they trailed down to my leg where I was bleeding profusely, no doubt I was sure it could smell my blood.  Is this how I'm going to die? Being eaten by a wolf, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by En