In a little toy shop in Munich, Germany, there was a seven yr. old girl named Anneliese, who desperately wanted a doll of her own. Her father Adam, who is in the military, decided that his little girl deserved nothing but the best. So he surprised her with a trip to the toy shop down in the square to pick out her very own doll.
And not just any doll to be exact. A life sized, ball jointed porcelain doll.
Most of the girls Anneliese’s age had a doll that was porcelain, which were very expensive in this time. As they walked into the shop, the clerk greeted Anneliese and her father, who gave a polite greeting back to the smiling woman. Adam took his little girl around the shop to search for the perfect doll that she could play with at home.
There were many dolls of all sizes but none of them seemed to fit the type Anneliese wanted. There were some who came up half as much height as Anneliese herself and some that were taller than she was. But in the very back there was a particular crimson haired doll that caught the child’s interest. She had the rosiest pink cheeks, a white cotton dress with quarter length sleeves, and lace at the collar and bottom of the dress. On her legs she wore white stockings, sporting white shoes that buckled across, and her crimson hair curled all the way down her back and shoulders. This particular doll was in a fancy box that laid open for displaying, a piece of plastic standing between the doll and the person who wanted to look her over. The top to the box was tucked underneath as to leave it open, white with a pink ribbon to decorate.
Now to Anneliese this doll was everything she had hoped. She excitedly pulled Adam over to the beautiful doll and smiled widely, trying to be careful around it so she wouldn’t break anything.
“Papa, she’s so pretty! Can we take her home, please? Please?” Anneliese begged while jumping up and down, looking from the doll to her father, who only smiled.
He gave the doll a complete look over, making sure there weren’t any missing pieces or cracks. Adam looked at the company that made the doll, noticing it was one of the major leading toy corporations in Europe.
“She must be a new model of porcelain doll. If I buy this one for you Anne, will you promise to take good care and not damage her?” He asked his daughter, who eagerly waited for her father to finish looking the doll over.
“Ja papa! I promise I will take care of her!” Anneliese happily exclaimed, jumping up and down more, watching him pick up the box in his arms to carry it over to the clerk.
They paid the lady at the counter and then watched her close the box lid over the top, sliding her into a large paper bag that had the toy shop’s logo in the middle. Adam walked out of the shop with one hand carrying the doll and the other hand holding his daughter’s carefully. Making their way over to the car, where his driver sat waiting for the two to return. Sliding inside, Adam picked up his little girl into his lap and spoke to the driver in German to head home.
Once they had reached their home that laid on the far side of Munich, Adam got out of the car and helped Anneliese out, carrying the doll inside the house and up to her bedroom. Adam helped unwrap the doll from her large white box and pink ribbon, setting her down on the floor as if she were sitting up in front of Anneliese like a normal person. He smiled and gave Anneliese a pat on the head, leaving her up in the bedroom to play.
Anneliese enjoyed playing with the doll for many years. She would have tea parties, dress-up, anything she could think of to play with her doll. She named her Rimara and the middle name she picked was from her own first name, Anne. Rimara Anne was her favorite toy out of all the ones her father Adam had bought since she was three. She always took care of her and never once let her break or chip.
Months turned into weeks and weeks turned into years, Anneliese began to outgrow the doll she come to know and love. She had begun to be more into school than toys or dolls. Rimara Anne was left alone in the same corner Anneliese always had left her the night before she went to bed. There were no more fun games or happy times with her owner. The war in Germany was beginning and Anneliese’s father had to serve once more, leaving the young girl and her mother alone to wait for him. The war was terrible. Streets filled with gunfire or people screaming as they were taken from their homes. Anneliese knew that the time would come if her and her mother were to evacuate from their luxurious home, not taking anything but their necessities with them. The time without her father was sad.
All Anneliese was interested in now was school and possibly getting through this tough time, meeting a boy who was infatuated with her. This made less time for Anneliese to spend time with her once beloved doll again, leaving more dust for her porcelain body to collect.
Anneliese had turned fifteen this year and it was the time she had feared the most, when her and her mother would have to evacuate. The boy she was seeing had been taken away with his family to a camp somewhere far from Munich. It broke her heart to see another precious being go out of her life, the same as her father did when he had to join this war. She had forgotten about Rimara Anne, the doll she had always kept close when she was younger.
Almost ready to leave their dwelling, Anneliese stopped long enough to look back at the house and up to her bedroom window. Now she remembered her doll, something precious she still had that her father left behind to keep him in her memory. Running back into the house, leaving her mother to question what had gotten into her daughter, Anneliese ran down the quiet halls of the large house and up the stairs to the second floor to her old bedroom. Once she was inside the room, Anneliese caught her breath and looked around frantically for Rimara Anne.
Spotting the doll sitting in the same corner she always had left her in, Anneliese rushed over to brush the dust off the old doll. She looked her over and spotted that her hair was now a dull crimson, the skin wasn’t as peach as it used to be now white, and her dress had become torn slightly around the lace at the edge. Tears fell from the young girl’s eyes as she wrapped her arms to hug the doll close. Before she could utter any words to Rimara Anne, the doll suddenly shot her hand through Anneliese’s chest with a tight grasp on her heart. The dolls eyes opened and revealed them to not be blue anymore, but black where the white should be and her pupils the same color as her hair had been. It was a terrifying sight for Anneliese, more tears falling down her cheeks and gasping for air as the grip around her heart tightened.
Rimara Anne had a blank expression across her glass face, her eyes turning almost angry at the girl before she spoke out in a mechanical voice, “I know that you’re only coming back for me because you knew it would be the last time we would see each other again. You weren’t really going to be able to take me with you…So funny how you want to come back but it’s only really to say goodbye..”
Anneliese began to choke out and cry more, shaking her head before the doll tightened her grip more. This made Anneliese almost scream but she couldn’t with the shock of the pain going through her body.
“It isn’t….fair….I took care of you…Like papa said I should…”
“But it wasn’t how he wanted you to take care of me. To take care of is to love and look after. Even if you grow old, I should have been someone you would love forever unconditionally. That is what your papa meant for you to do. Not leave me behind to collect dust and let the mice chew at my dress,” Rimara Anne answered back before pulling the girl’s heart out of her chest and shoving it into her own. “So technically it is fair…”
Anneliese fell to the floor backward, her right hand clutching her chest as she struggled to breathe but it was too late. Rimara Anne felt the heart change her body into a normal human body, something she could leave with to keep her alive for years to come. She laughed and stood up from the floor, leaving her owner to die there on the floor. No trace of blood or injury was found, which was good for the doll. No one would have guessed an enchanted doll would have been the end of the young girl.
Walking over to the door and walking down the hallway, Rimara could feel herself being changed back to what she used to be before she faded. This was only temporary as Lazarus had explained before, the warlock who made her come to life. Making her way down the stairs and outside into the city, Rimara Anne spotted the warlock called Lazarus waiting for her. He stood in the back alley, dressed in the proper attire that this time period wore, turning to see the doll had made it out of the house on her own, like he intended. His white hair covered the right side of his face, while his other eye in a deep yellow stared at Rimara with success. Then something made him notice the difference in the caring doll he wished to help who was now the object of something evil.
Lazarus made his way over and pulled the doll back into the alley, looking her over and spotted her hand being covered in blood. That set him off and grasped Rimara’s shoulders gently, careful to not break her, “What did you do to her?! I specifically told you to come straight here! Not…take her heart and leave her to die…You said you would only say goodbye to her…”
Rimara Anne’s expression on her gentle face went blank again, looking up at Lazarus with her now pale blue eyes, “Yes but she also wasn’t going to take me with her. I overheard that the mother and her would be escorted out of the city far away. I assumed she was going to those camps they had been talking about lately.” Her eyes closed and they shifted back to being black and red when they opened again. Rimara suddenly felt funny and groaned, holding her chest as she pushed away from the warlock. Her breathing went shallow, the glass skin beginning to break and crack as well as her sanity slipping away.
“You know what that feels like now, don’t you? Rimara I specifically told you to come straight to me when you said your goodbyes. Now that I know you disobeyed my orders, you will forever wander the earth stealing hearts. That is your curse,” he answered before turning her back to him, scowling at the doll as he looked over the cracks. Of course he wouldn’t want her to suffer like this, but she disobeyed him and that came with a price.
She felt her voice slip into that mechanical tone again, “But that isn’t fair….You said I could live and be happy again….You lied to me…” Rimara Anne remembered the same words her owner used, begging and pleading to spare her life. This was the same hurtful feeling she now experienced. Lazarus then sneered and lead the doll away, being careful to not break her even more.
“Well you stole her heart against my wishes and killed that innocent girl. So technically it is fair. Now let’s go. Your new home awaits..."