Alrighty then. Well for starters, the reason I'm writing this story is that I fail to see an actual AU story with this couple so I decided that (in the same way I actually started the Rephiam/Stevie Rae fics) I shall start the AU fics for them as well (it's only appropriate).
Second of all… DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HOUSE OF NIGHT, ONLY THE OCS!
Thirdly the setting is western America, pre-Civil War and it really only has like five characters from the book series and the others are OCs (there's just so many danged characters in the book and hell if I'm going to use them all!) and also this is a Dallas-bashing story so if you like him (which I can't believe you do if you do) then best turn around and leave (jk, I love all my readers, even flamers).
Summary: Stevie Rae's just a small town girl with not a whole lot of excitement. When outlaws come into the small town of Boulder and kidnap her; that is merely just the beginning of her newfound adventure. Rated T.
P.S. Rephiam might be OOC in this so just live with me. I'm going to try to get as close to it as possible but in this type of story it's going to be a bit difficult.
Key: "Talking" "Emphasis" thoughts setting change/POV change (and if i don't state it, just take it as no POV)
The sun beat down on the town of Boulder. Smack in the middle between a desert on one side and plains on the other, the town is the gateway towards each side wither you're coming or going. It's really a small town, one town hall, a saloon, only one inn, a few stores (just for the necessities), one bank, one small jail and very few homes. The biggest thing in town is actually the Ole Horse Paradise farm where the owner and his missus breed, raise and sell horses off to whoever comes around wanting a horse. The population of the town is an ear splitting 128. Can't believe it huh? Reason is to be blamed on outlaws and Indians, both causing a major dent in the industry of Boulder. The town is run by Mayor Jimmy Johnson and he has been mayor for close to a decade. His wife was killed in barn fire and his daughter Stevie Rae Johnson in the only family he's really got left. And 'cause of that he does all in his power to give his daughter the greatest life ever, even if that means depriving her of fun while in an already drop dead boring town.
Morning/Stevie Rae
I woke up this morning and went out to the near empty barn in the back of the house. I went in and went immediately towards my daddy's horse Savannah. A beautiful while appaloosa with dark brown eyes, black tail and white mane, some black spots on her hind quarters and back legs and a mask looking spot on her face. She neighed softly as I approached her. She's always been such a good horse. She places her head over the stall door and I stroke her mane and the sides of her face. I want a horse but my daddy says it's un-ladylike for me to get a horse. I scoff silently. "It's not un-ladylike of me to have a horse, don't ya agree with me Savannah?" The horse neighs and nods its head in response. I laugh softly as I continue stroking the appaloosa.
My dad came in then and he took one look at me and shook his head. "Stevie Rae, why are you still in your nightgown?" I was going to reply but he cut me off. "Go back inside the house and get dressed. And remember formally since I'll be calling you into the office today and I don't need no daughter of mine looking improper." He was already ready to go to the town hall. Already wearing his black fancy vest and pants with a white dress shirt and tie and his black shiny shoes that are polished most every day. He's pretty lean too. Not too fat, not too skinny so he doesn't look like one of them stereotypical mayors of small towns, they being all fat and stuff.
"Yes father." I silently say as I leave Savannah and marched back to my room. I reached my room on the second floor and I close the door. I don't really have a lot of fancy clothing, I see no need if it's just goin' to get all dirty out here in Boulder. There's a whole lot of dirt comin' in from the desert on the west side of town and if it's not dirt it's loose long grass or other earthly things from the other. I sigh and open my closet. Deciding that I want to try and look dapper without all of the primp and gold, I picked out my light pink, a little bit passed knee length, skirt, my long sleeved tan and white accent shirt, my brown vest and matching hat with my favorite pair of red and gold thread boots. I also got my underpants and a pink ribbon so I can tie it around the hat to add more pink in my outfit. Once I was fully dressed I looked in the full length mirror and smiled at myself. Afterwards I went downstairs and eat breakfast, waiting for the moment when I have to go to town to see my father.
Hours passed and I started my way down the dirt path that leads into town. It took a while to actually get into the town outskirts but once I reached it is just a short walk to the town hall where I would be meeting my father. I saw Savannah tied up to the post and drinking water and right next to her was Beau, a black and white mustang stallion with both his mane and tail being black and white as well. I rolled my eyes upon seeing Beau, if he's here then so is Dallas. Dallas is one of the most handsome boys in town. Just a year older (I'm 16) and very gentlemanlike. He always has his hair slicked back and he's always wearin' formal clothing, sort of exactly what by dad wears but without the tie and instead of black, shiny loafers he wears boots, the color depending on his clothes. I go into the hall and I'm greeted by my daddy's employees. I nod and give curt waves as I pass by. I enter my father's office after a knock and a short "come in" from my father. "Stevie Rae." He calls as he stands, walks over and gives me a short hug. That's when I noticed Dallas sittin' in a chair. He too stands and gives me a sweet smile. I see he's wearing his grey outfit today; white shirt, grey vest and pants, not hat and black boots.
I smile back and turn my attention to my father. Under my breath I ask my father, "What is he doing here father?"
Whispering back my father replies, "To take you on a parent approved outing in town."
I suppress a groan and smile back at Dallas. It's not that I really dislike Dallas, the boy's completely nice and very pretty, but I would rather actually choose to go on an outing with him and not be forced to go whenever my father says so. Dallas walks up, takes my hand and kisses the back of it. "Good afternoon Miss Johnson." He gave me a quick wink before releasing my hand.
"Good afternoon." I shortly answer.
"Alright well you two go on ahead." My father says as he returns to his desk. "I've got plenty of work to keep me occupied." He gave a short laugh and a grin towards me and Dallas. "Just make sure she doesn't get into trouble Dallas."
"Won't be a problem Mr. Johnson sir." Dallas promised.
"Right then. Go on you two. Go off." My father gave me another smile before Dallas offered his arm and I linked my arm in his and we walked off.
Dallas took me to the salon in town. We walked through the two doors, our arms still linked. He pointed to a table and the owner, Mr. Williams, a fat, short, kind man, nodded and said that someone will be right with us. Dallas pulled out my chair and I sat down, he immediately pushed my chair in and made his way to the other side of the small round table and sat down. A waitress came shortly after we had started a conversation about what we wanted to order. Dallas told her we needed a few more moments when we had already decided what we wanted. "But Dallas…" I was starting before he raised a hand.
"Now Stevie Rae, I got something important I want to say first." My heart started pounding in my head. I was wondering why my father was smiling so much back at the hall and now I feel as if I know why. "Now I know we've only been with each other for well under a year but I feel as if I can't stand being apart from you for so long." My heart now roared in my chest cavity. Am I ready? Am I really ready to get married if that's what Dallas is talkin' about? I tried to breath but I found it difficult to. His hand started to reach into his back pocket while his other hand reached for mine. "Stevie Rae, I was wonderin' if maybe you'd—"
A horse ran into the saloon and an outlaw rode atop of it. "Right now! Everyone get down and don't try anythin' stupid!" The gruff outlaw yelled as he shot two warning shots into the ceiling. Dallas jumped out of his seat and pulled me down onto the ground.
"God damn it." He cursed as he stayed low on the ground. Two more outlaws came in and started going around looking for things to rob while the one on the horse kept lookout. The horse snorted and stomped onto the wooden floors of the saloon. I heard screams from outside and I just knew that a band of outlaws were pillaging the whole town. I started to worry. Was my father safe? Did they kill them? Suddenly I heard Dallas yell followed by someone yanking me up onto my feet. "Let her go!" Dallas yelled as he was held back by the two other outlaws.
"No I don't think I will." The outlaw who was on the horse said. "This little darlin's goin' to be our free and safe ticket out of here. He jumped back onto his horse and pulled me up with him. I struggled of course but then I felt the mouth of a gun get pushed deep into my back. "Now little darlin', don't make this more difficult than its goin' to have to be." He shot me a wicked smile and I worried for my life. "C'mon boys! Let's ride!" He turned the horse and I saw out of the corner of my eye that Dallas got hit hard in the face by one of the outlaws and fell onto the floor. The followed the horse outlaw out to their own horses where the rest of (what I counted to be) four other outlaws on their horses. "Let's go!" They ran out quickly ran out towards the east. We passed by the jail which was burning down to the ground. Oh god. I thought as I was being kidnapped. The outlaws took me far from Boulder and when we were a good enough distance away the one who took me whispered in my ear, "When we stop to camp, you my darlin', can be our entertainment for the night." Oh god. Please. Not rape. I started to struggle again forgetting about the gun that was still pressed to my back. The gun rose up to my head and I stopped immediately. "Now remember what I said darlin', don't make this—"He stopped when he yelled out in pain. I twisted my head and saw an arrow in his side. He dropped the gun and loosened his grip on me. I was then able to slip out of his arms and fall on the hard ground. The others turned to get me but then eight horses and their riders came and stopped them. The two groups fought and distracted by the entertainment (call me crazy) I stayed on the ground watching the fight. Within moments four outlaws ran off while the other three were dead (I couldn't tell which three or which four had died/escaped respectfully).
The eight cumulated and I soon heard a voice. "That was not the right band."
"We just have to keep looking."
"What about the girl?"
"I will go see."
One of them came riding over and the horse blocked the sun which made their features almost unnoticeable. I tried to see better and when I took a closer look I recognized the horse that belongs to a certain group of people. I almost didn't believe it. It's hard to come across one of them. What really confirmed it was when a black bird flew down and landed on the rider's shoulder. "You're… You're a-a—"
A hand reached down to me and I moved back. "Do you want some help getting up?" I looked at the hand for a few moments before I gingerly placed my hand in his and he pulled me up. That was when I saw the features of all three of them. The horse was pure black, not one speck of white on it. Its eyes shone red in the light, the legs are strong and wide with feathering on the bottom and the hair was suburb, wavy and a deep shade of black. The raven was also pure black with red eyes and again not one speck of white on him. Then came the rider. He wore no shirt which showed his well muscled chest and broad shoulders, his long, thick, black hair is braided with bird feathers entwined in it and his face is well chiseled and just perfect.
After the initial shock of running into one of him and the beauty of him and his animals I finally found my voice to confirm aloud who just rescued me. "You're a Black Raven."
Oh. Cliffy. Love it. Lol. So what do you think? Should I continue? Yes, no, maybe so? Please review, flamers allowed.
P.S. If you're wondering, the black horse I described in the end is a Friesian (my fav breed of horse). I tell you this now because I'm not going to state it in the story and I just know I'm gonna get a question like "What's that breed of horse?" or somewhere along the lines.