I don't own The Boy, it's storyline or any characters. Only my own characters and storylines. K' love you all!

I based Cassandra's appearance off Natalie Dormer, but there are subtle differences. I don't own Natalie Dormer either, sadly.

A green car pulled into the Heelshire driveway, stopping once comfortably parked. A woman in a neat peach dress to her knees stepped out, the skirts blowing slightly in the light breeze, as she adjusted her wrist length white gloves as she drank in the familiar site of the Manor. She began pulling out all of her suitcases, whining slightly at how many she had. In saying that, she packed almost all of her clothes, favourite belongings and a large suitcase full of flavours, foods and spices for the cupboards. Sighing, she shut the trunk of her car as the front door to the Manor open, a man with dirty blond hair came jogging down. "Malcolm!"

"Cassandra, hey!" They hugged briefly, catching up on news as quickly as they could as they went back and forth from the Manor to the car, getting all the bags and cases inside. When they were done, Malcolm practically fell back against the wall, breathing heavily, and was obviously exaggerating. "Did you bring your entire house?"

"Pretty darn close, honestly." Cassandra laughed as Malcolm rolled his eyes, still dramatically breathing. "You did good, dude."

"Cassandra." They both turned to view the elderly woman in well pressed clothes. She looked stern, but also relieved. Malcolm contained himself, giving a single nod and saying his goodbyes as he exited the house, most likely feeling slightly embarrassed. Cassandra took out her tight bun of hair, shaking her head as the black locks fell in waves to the middle of her back, pulling it all over her left shoulder. "It's wonderful to see you again, Cassandra."

"No need to be so formal, Maggie." Cassandra's blue eyes shone as she approaches. "We're all friends here." She smiled, embracing the familiar lady. "How's everything been since my last visit?"

"Painful, my dear." Maggie shook her head, sighing to herself. "Nearly 21 years, and it's still aches like he died yesterday." Maggie managed a smile, Cassandra placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You both deserve a break from it all." She smiled warmly. "Get away for a little while... I bought Brahms a birthday present, since it'll be his birthday next week. I hope he likes it."

Since Brahms death when they were children, Cassandra had only returned back here a few times, not wanting to relive the death, but she believed he was still resided in the home. In spirit, but he was still here. Her things would move or vanish for a short while, her favourite records would randomly start playing through the house and, on the rarest occasions, her clothes would go missing and never come back. Playful, odd little Brahms. It gave Cassandra an off comfort to think Brahms' ghost roamed the halls. At least then she wouldn't be completely on her own in this house. Aside from Malcolm visiting once a week, there would be no other living person to talk with until the Heelshire's came back from their break.

"He likes it well enough that you've come back," Maggie took Cassandra's arm, walking side by side through the house with no time for reminiscence. "Imagine how thrilled he'll be to know you plan on staying forever." Maggie whispered, hearing her husband's faint voice on the top floor. Such a kind, warm voice. Cassandra giggled slightly in response.

"Only if he's well-behaved, Maggie. He has to be a good boy."

"Be good to him and he'll be good to you." Maggie repeated, almost sounding like a parrot with how recited it was, but Cassandra chose to ignore it. She knew how to deal her darling little Brahms.

"That's a lovely suit, Brahms. Especially that tie. I always loved your ties, you know that?" David was muttering softly, only stopping when they entered the room. The elderly man turned, spotting Cassandra and his eyes going soft, a smile coming over his face. "Look at you..." David headed over slowly. "Look how you've grown. So pretty. So grown up!"

He wasn't exaggerating. The last time she was here, she was a measly 16 year old who was all elbow and knee because she never sat still. Now, at 28 years old, her curves had filled in nicely, her skin glowed and she looked far more like a prim, proper young lady. Her late mother may have had a heart attack at seeing her daughter if she hadn't died so young.

"It's good to be back." Cassandra hugged him tight, spotting a child sized doll in the armchair, glee filling her. "Hey there Brahmsy!" Cassandra walked over, picking up the doll and hugging him gently. "I missed you the most, Brahms. We're going to have so much fun together, yeah?" Of course, the doll didn't answer, but there was no surprise there.

"You know how to change his clothes, his normal times in his routine, the rules are in the kitchen in case you need to remind yourself of them... What are we missing?" David questioned, turning to his wife as Cassandra gently sorted out the doll's hair, bouncing him gently in her arms.

"There's a letter waiting for you in your room. If we're forgetting anything now, it's all in there." Maggie smiled, but Cassandra spotted the momentary deception flash in her eyes.

"It's fine, you two have nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm sure Brahms will let me know if he needs anything else, won't you Brahmsy?" Cassandra kissed the doll's forehead, smiling. "Did you manage to do something for his birthday?"

"His presents are also in your room. They're not too large, and they don't take up too much room." Maggie nodded, turned her head towards her husband with a sullen expression. "We have to leave now, or we'll be late darling."

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Cassandra ushered them out of the room with one hand. "Don't let me get in the way of your well earned holiday!"

All three of them didn't speak to each other through the house, but Cassandra was happily chatting away to the doll, telling him all about her adventures and how she would tell him the stories properly later on. By the time they reached the front door, Cassandra had to be spoken directly to in order to bring her out of the phase she went into. "We'll see you soon, my dear." David hugged her tight, and returned it the best she could with Brahms in her arms.

"Don't let it be too soon, David. You have a well earned holiday to attend. Take all the time you need, I've got Brahms safe and sound." She smiled brightly and theirs faltered for a moment.

"Mummy and Daddy love you too, Brahms. Our special boy." Maggie ran a hand over Brahms' hair, tears glistening in her eyes as David said his goodbyes and climbed into the car, waiting for his wife. "Be safe, Cassandra." That caught her off guard, locking eyes with the sad woman. "Be good to him and he'll be good to you."

"Maggie, come on dear!" David called from the car, Maggie hugging Cassandra one more time, like her life depended on it.

"I'm so sorry..." Maggie let go, rushing into the car, and neither of them turned back as the car drove out of sight, Cassandra watching them the whole way. She was all alone with Brahms now, unaware of anything that would happen.

"Well Brahmsy..." Cassandra shut the door, shaking her head. "How's about we - What the?"Her luggage was gone, bar one suitcase. The one filled with the things for the kitchen. Everything else had vanished from sight. "Oh Brahmsy... What have I gotten myself into?"

"Do you think she'll be all right?" David questioned, turning to his dear wife with saddened eyes as they got even further from their home.

"She'll have to be, love." Maggie patted his hand, wiping away some of her tears. She didn't want to leave Cassandra with Brahms, but they had no choice. They had to get away from Brahms.

"She had no idea what she's walked into." David shook his head, frightened for the beloved young lady.

"Perhaps not, but she was our only hope. He killed that American girl the day we left last time, and all the other nannies, all because he wanted Cassandra." Maggie didn't want to relive those memories, here eyes sorrowful and unsure. "Brahms adores her, David."

"He's obsessed, Maggie." David corrected gently. "Always has been, ever since they were children. I wouldn't be surprised if that was why he killed poor Emily Cribbs. She always got in the way in his mind, he said it himself."

"It certainly isn't out of his possibilities. Not after poor Greta Evans and the others."

"God save their poor souls." David sighed, "God have mercy on poor Cassandra."

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