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Authors Note:

Hello! This is my first Hunger Games fic. And its an AU focusing on Finnick and Annie. There will be side pairings. I haven't finalized those yet, but I'm leaning towards Katniss/Cato, Clove/Peeta, Haymitch/Effie. But these aren't final yet. It would depend on how the story plays out I guess.

This is an AU that focuses on the timeline of mid-1800's kind of thing. Hopefully I'll be working around that. Kindly review and tell me what you think. :)))) Thank you. I hope u guys like it. Please review and tell me what you think.

A Day with Annie Cresta

A lithe girl with her flowing brown hair , and beautiful sea green eyes, walked the halls briskly, making her way to her master's bedroom. Every morning, said girl was tasked to bring breakfast to her master's room, which she had done on routine the moment she was tasked to do so. That started about a week ago, when she was rescued, albeit surprisingly, and brought where she was now. Her name is Annabel Cresta, better known to her friends as, Annie.

Annie did her job as she was told, after all, she was grateful to these people for saving her from that life. She shuddered with just the thought of it, and continued to walk towards her destination. If Annie were to be truthful to herself, she would have wanted nothing more than to have another job around the house, or rather, mansion. But beggars couldn't be choosers, and she accepted whatever it was the was given to her. She started a week ago, and on routine, she had decided to do her job on the clock. She found out about his daily schedule, including what time he woke and was out of the house. Annie then decided that she would deliver breakfast minutes before he would wake.

And so, for the past week, her day began as follows. She would wake early around 6am, commence with housework, prepare the meal, and deliver it to her master's bedroom roughly before 8am, placing it by his bedside. She noted on her first day that he tended to wake up around that time, so she followed her schedule as it is, so that once he was awake, he would have his meal by his bedside still warm and she would be gone and out his bedroom door. Unfortunately for her, she slept in this morning, and by the time she was done making the meal it was already past eight. Annie shuddered and chanted in her head "Everything is fine. I'm fine." She stood by the door of the room and asked herself quietly "How did I end up like this?"

~Flashback~

Annie was seven years old when she was left on the streets to fend for herself. Life wasn't too kind towards her and her family, and with the fall of certain parts of the economy hit their small town, it was no surprise that her not so wealthy family had begun to scavenge for funds to afford life's daily necessities. Small town businesses had begun to crash and burn and there was difficulty in living in general. And to make matters worse, the economic fall was followed immediately by the rise of the Cholera Epidemic.

The sickness had killed dozens in her small town, and it wasn't long before her parents caught it too. Once her parents had passed away, she was declared an orphan and had to find out how to survive on her own. Annie didn't know any relatives that would have been willing to take her in, so she had tried her best to survive on the streets for a couple of days. That was until, that one evening when she was barely scraping for food that someone had grabbed hold of her shoulder.

Annie immediately turned around to look at who had touched her, and saw a beautiful woman with blond hair and hazel eyes. "W-who are you?" she asked, frightened.

The woman smiled and knelt in front of young, small Annie. "Hello there young one. My name is Maysilee Donner. May I know your name dear?" she asked kindly.

Annie fiddled with the worn out clothes that she had been wearing for days, her shyness showing immediately towards the stranger. "I'm Annabel. But, my mommy and daddy call me Annie."

"Well hello there Annie. Can I ask you were your mommy and daddy are?" Asked Maysilee, although she already had a thought that she knew where Annie's parents were, or rather, where they weren't.

Annie's small stature immediately began shaking, and pools of tears began to form in her eyes. "They're gone." was all she said.

Maysilee reached out to the child. She was here alone on the streets, she was alone and lonely, and she guessed that she had no other relatives to take her in either. She reached out and took Annie's small hands into her own and asked "Annie, can I ask you to trust me?"

Annie blinked for a few minutes, seeming stunned. "But, mommy and daddy always told me not to speak with strangers..."

"I know sweetie, but I promise you that I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to help." Maysilee promised the small child in front of her, hoping Annie would allow her to help.

Young, small Annie seemed to think on the offer. And, as her young heart allowed her, she decided to trust this woman. "Okay." she looked over at Maysilee and gave her a small nod and tried her best to muster a smile.

Maysilee held her hand out to the little girl in front of her, and slowly Annie reached out to clasp her small hand with hers. "Hold on to me now. I wouldn't want you to get lost on the way." She said with a smile.

"Okay, Miss .lee?" said Annie. She looked up at Maysilee, apologizing silently for not being able to immediately properly pronounce her name.

Said lady just smiled at the little girl and continued to walk along the town. Soon enough, the two of them reached a two story house. As they reached the front doors, Maysilee felt Annie hesitate and halt her steps.

"Something wrong sweetie?" asked Maysilee.

Little Annie scrunched up her nose as he looked over the house. "Do you live here?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. I brought you here, hoping that maybe you would want to live with me?" asked Maysilee. She watched as the little girl's eyes widened with surprise. "I know that this may be a surprise to you Annie, but you don't have to worry. No one is going to hurt you here."

Annie looked up at the woman and asked "But why? Why help me?" she asked in a small voice.

Maysilee simply offered a sad smile. "I know that you may not have a home to go back to Annie, and I'd like to offer you one. That's all I'd like. I wouldn't want you to go back on the streets dear. And there are other kids inside just like you, and I also have a niece that's younger than you, but she's a sweet girl."

Annie digested this information and asked again "Do you take many kids with you? Do you give them all a home?"

"What a curious child you are." Maysilee said with a small chuckle. "Unfortunately no. I can't rescue every child I see on the streets. But I try. There are currently four little girls inside, and I'm sure they would love to meet you."

"You really want me to come stay with you?" asked Annie quietly. Maysilee just found the little girl absolutely adorable.

"Of course!" she said with confidence. "And one day, when you're old enough to leave, then I would let you. But for the meantime, I'd like to give you a home and a place where you can come back to. So, would you like to stay here with me Annie?"

Annie started to tear up. She was being given a chance. "Y-yes please."

And with that, Annie had come to live with the lady known as Maysilee Donner. She came into the house and was immediately acquainted with the other children. The Everdeen sisters: Katniss and Primrose, a little brunette girl named Clove, and Maysilee's niece Madge Undersee. Annie had taken some time to adjust around the house and still remained rather shy and reserved but had opened up to the people around her, and eventually she learned that these children too had lost their parents through some series of unfortunate events.

~4 years from prior from current events~

Now, Annie was at a rough age of 16, and happy with her life. She began to learn little tricks and trades of her own. With the economic downfall that happened nine years ago, the town had decided to utilize their surroundings. The town wasn't far off from the seashore thus fishing soon became a thriving industry. Thus, Annie decided to help Maysilee by making nets for the local fishermen. This helped in earning them a little income at a time. Katniss had decided to help with hunting, along with Clove. And Primrose, or Prim, had wanted to immerse herself in medicine and animal care. And lastly, Madge helped out around the house and ran errands for her aunt. For that moment, everything was perfect. But, it seemed life was against the lasting peace. One night...

Annie was walking back home, she just finished exchanging her nets at the port by the seaside. She smiled to herself as she continued to walk towards home. As she turned the corner heading to the next street, someone grabbed her neck and she felt an immediate sensation of pain after a blunt object struck her head, and she passed out. Annie felt herself moving, and heard the waves crashing around her. One thing she could have ascertained herself of, she was on a boat.

"She'd be worth a high price. A beauty like that." was the first thing she heard when she began to regain consciousness.

"Looks like she's wakin' up aye?" she felt someone pull her up by the binds she was in, and was tugged forward. What she saw were two strange men,both large and full of scars. Immediately her blood ran cold. Where were these men taking her?

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, he voice shaking.

"Seems like we made a smart catch. She looks mighty innocent, the boss'd pay a high price for someone like her." said one.

Annie didn't know what the man had meant at the time, but it didn't take long for her to put two and two together to find out. These men were slave traders, they sold children and teens to any buyer that would pay the price, and she was today's unlucky catch. Annie thought she knew what fear was. Having lost her family at an early age, she had lived through that fear. But it was when the boat docked, as she looked over the bigger town she was in, and met her new "master" that a new chilling kind of fear coursed through her. In the form of a man named Coriolanus Snow.

~A Week to prior events~

Annie had woken up from the floor that night. Her whole body ached, and she was sure that she could still taste the blood in her mouth. At 19, a few months away from turning 20, she had been nothing but miserable these past years. She had seemed to have lost all hope, and was simply functioning, not living. Her life had been dedicated to serving Snow and his family, the twisted and vile human beings that they were. It didn't take long for Annie to slowly succumb to loosing her sanity. She was learning to embrace the thought of death. Anything was better than what she was doing to herself now.

She'd never really thought of dying, she'd never wanted death so much, until she had begun to work for Snow. It was true, he paid and bought her from the traders, and she had no choice but to work for him. She was beaten and punished whenever Snow himself felt like it had to be done, and he reminded her almost everyday that she was owned by them, a property, a thing. Annie had learned to just nod her head, but her depression was brought together with immense fear, not of Snow, but of his grandson. The vile man named Seymour had looked upon Annie as a prize. All she could see in his eyes were pure lust. The first time it had happened, was the night Annie had wished so badly, that she was dead.

"Now, why don't you be a good little girl, and stay quiet." he had her pinned on his bed, that smirk on his face as she trembled in fear.

"P-please don't..." Annie ad been crying, and she had begged. But the monster in front of her wouldn't listen. "Please, let me go..."

All Seymour did was laugh, as he bent down and whispered "Don't worry, I'll be sure you enjoy it. All you have to do, is shut your mouth and stay pretty."

Her eyes had widened and as she could feel him removing her clothing, the only thing that could be heard was Annie's pleading and screaming for him to stop. It was after that night that Seymour took it upon himself to make Annie his new plaything, as he violated her, hit her, and reminded her constantly that she was his, all she could do was slowly loose her mind. It didn't take long for the nightmares to begin, the hallucinations, and the voices in her head to take over, and Annie could only crumble.

As she rose from her position from the floor, Annie decided that she had enough. She would take the last of her remaining sanity that was left to her, away from this place. So, she ran. She knew that she had bruises covering her body, and the pain only got worse as she ran. She ran through the front door, ignoring the people who stared at her and called her name to ask where she was going. She kept running, and once she was sure no one was following her, she stopped. She looked around her and found that she was unfamiliar with the streets and she had reached town. Annie never got the chance to roam the new town she was taken to when Snow had bought her, as she was tormented and kept on lock down.

Annie's anxiety began to kick in, the voices in her head becoming louder. She clutched her head and fell on her knees in the middle of the streets, unknown to the stares she was getting. All she could hear were all the terrifying voices. "Crazy girl". "She should go back to her master". "All you have to do..."

"Stop it! Please stop it!" she screamed. And as she felt the pain overtake her body, she couldn't stop the tears that fell from her eyes, as she collapsed and breathed "Please...stop..."

Warm and soft. That was the sensation that overtook her when Annie opened her eyes. Then immediately, she shot up and looked around her. Her eyes widened. "Where am I?" She was in a well lit, beautifully decorated room, looking like it belonged to a well off family.

Someone then touched her shoulder and by instinct Annie screamed. "No! Please no! Don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" Almost immediately, she curled herself in a ball and began to sob. "The voices! Make them stop! Someone please make them stop!"

Expecting to be dragged away, she was surprised when she felt arms wrap around her frame. "Hush now child. Everything is fine, you are safe."

She slightly turned her head to see a kind looking old woman beside her bed. She reminded Annie of the look that Maysilee had when she was first taken in. Annie slowly began to calm down, but could still hear small voices in her head. "Who are you?" she mustered herself to ask.

The old woman smiled slightly "My name is Mags dear. And you are...?" The woman named Mags looked too kind a person to hurt Annie, so she knew that at least for now, she was in safe hands.

"Annabel Cresta. Or Annie. I'd like to be called Annie..." she said in a small voice, barely audible.

Mags smiled. "Okay then dear. Annie it is. I do hope that you're feeling better." said Mags, as she took a glass of water from the bedside table and handed it to Annie "Here you are dear, have a drink and then I'll arrange for someone to bring something for you to eat."

Annie slowly sat up straight and fixed her posture, when she noticed what she was wearing. She wore a comfortable, simple nightdress that reached below her knees. She also noticed bandages in her arms and legs where her bruises had been. She looked over at Mags and then at the glass of water that she was now holding.

"Is something wrong dear?" asked Mags concerned.

"What...am I doing here?" she asked, still staring at the glass of water she was holding.

Mags sighed. "I found you lying on the streets when I took a trip to town dear. I saw you there, bruised and battered and I just couldn't leave you there. So I brought you here." she explained. She hoped that Annie would allow herself to feel better first before having to explain everything.

"Thank you." was all she replied to the kind old lady who had bothered to care for her and not leave her to die. Annie suddenly missed her old home, its been too long. "Miss Mags..." she started.

Mags chuckled "Just Mags is fine dear. No need for Miss. Now, what was that Annie?"

"I was...I was wondering where "here" is." She looked at Mags.

"You're in my home dear. Well, me and my grandson that is." said Mags, and she immediately noticed Annie's expression change and her face pale in the mention of the word "grandson" "He isn't here at the moment though. Went out with his friends and headed to town not long ago."

"Oh." with that Annie visibly relaxed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing Annie? You've done nothing wrong." said Mags softly. She had been wondering for a time what happened to the young girl in front of her.

"I...don't know." she stated. And its true, she didn't know why exactly she was apologizing.

Mags took the glass of water from Annie and held her hands. "Annie, can you tell me what happened to you? I'd like to know. I want to help you."

Again, Mags had reminded Annie of Maysilee. And she knew this woman wouldn't hurt her, so she willed herself to talk, to tell Mags her story. Annie would stop from time to time, daze off, and stare into space. Mags would wait until minutes would pass and Annie would talk again.

"And I ran away. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't hurt me..." As Annie was ending her tale, she was going into hysterics as she remembered how she ended up running away. She began to hear Seymour's voice in her head.

Mags immediately held Annie's hand in her own "It's alright Annie, you don't have to tell me any more. It's okay now. You're safe."

It took some minutes later, but Annie had calmed down, with Mags holding her as she cried. "Annie, would you like to stay here?"

Annie didn't respond, and Mags left her at that. Annie, had needed her rest, she could discuss this some other time. It was the day after, when Annie was better rested, that Mags had spoken to Annie about what she planned to do. Mags no longer pushed the issue of Annie's hysteria the night before instead she was offered a home in the Odair household, which Annie supposed was the name of the family that owned the place, Mags wouldn't take no for an answer. So in turn, Annie compensated,she said she wanted to earn her rights to stay. Which resulted to Mags giving her household tasks which Annie had agreed on.

End Flashback

So now, here she was. At the door leading to the room of Mag's grandson. She shivered again before raising her hand to knock. Annie has never met said grandson. After all, she did her very best to avoid him at all costs, and she was doing an amazing job up until today. But she's certainly heard about him. Annie was often asked the past week to go with Mags around their side of town, and many people had mentioned her grandson. The words Annie had more often than naught heard to describe him was that he was handsome, kind, handsome, generous, handsome, every girl's dream, and did she forget to mention handsome?

But this did nothing to assure Annie that she was anywhere near safe when it came to this man. After all, she was still traumatized by her experience with Seymour. She gathered what courage she had left, knocked and opened the door of the room. When she entered, she found it empty, and she was grateful. She quickly placed the food on top of the bedside table and as she was getting ready to leave and run out the room, she heard another door open, which she assumed as the bathroom door, and footsteps follow.

"Who are you?" asked the voice behind her.

Annie willed herself to turn around, and there in front of her was the rumored handsome grandson of Mags. She stared at him as he stared at her. Inside, Annie was panicking, the voices in her head coming back. She needed to get out of the room, she needed to get away.

There in front of her was the all famous Finnick Odair.

Authors Note:

I hope you guys liked it, please tell me what you think. :)) Kindly Review, and I'm open to suggestions :D I'll update soon. I don't have a set number of chapters for this, it all depends on how it all plays out. :)