It was 1885, and a little after midnight in London England.

Lucy Diamond was panting and running frantically from someone as she apporached Portibello road. As she turned her head, she quickly realized the person that was chasing her wasn't alone.

"Get Her" the low voice of Lord Henry Blackwood growled at this followers

Two men in dark robes quickly caught up with her and caught her as they tied rough rope around her delciate looking wrists. Lucy struggled to free herself from the ropes and men, but the men restrained her tightly as Blackwood lowered his hood from his head and faced the hazel eyed woman in front of him.

"Why me, Blackwood?" she asked him angrily "and why those other women you killed?"

"Those other girls, they just didnt deserve to live." he told her calmly "I chose you because you have always deny my hand in marriage. You can't always be so choosy, Lucy. You're London's most elibigble bachellorette, so why must you reject all the men who try to court you?"

"Not all men; Just evil men who kill and practice witchcraft!" she told him right before she spat on his face.

Blackwood cringed, wiped her spit and slapped her across the face violently as the men still held her tightly. Her face stung and glowed a bright red as she looked up angrily at him.

"Do you think I like doing that? Good women aren't supposed to talk back to men!"

"I'm not like every woman in London, Blackwood!"

"Lay her down" Blackwood said in a low voice to his henchmen

The men took the struggling Lucy to a white pillar that looked like an altar. They had tried to lay her down, but she kicked, cursed, and howled at them. To silence her and to calm her movements, (as well as start the ritual) one man got out his dagger and made a deep 5 inch long cut from her navel to the middle of her stomach. Lucy howled and screamed in pain and Blackwood slapped her on the face agin

"SHUT UP!"

He stood in back of the alter, his black hood on his head and with his arms wide as he chanted the ritual. After a few seconds, he could hear his henchmen fighting and saw on the corner of his eye two men. One had light brown hair, a mouchache with the same color, and blue eyes. His collegae Had a more rugged look with messy borwn hair, dark eyes and unshaved stubble. After being defeated by the men, the henchmen laid on the ground, unconcious.

Blackwood paused his ritual and stood there in silence as the two men approached him

"Sherlock Holmes" Blackwood said refering to the rugged man. "And his loyal dog..." he added refering to Sherlock's colleage,Dr. John Watson

Watson removed Blackwood's hood with a nightstick

"Lord Blackwood" Watson stated

Lucy let out a violent cough and spat out blood, giving Watson his attention. Watson approached Lucy as the Scotland Yard came in and arrested Blackwood.

Lucy recoiled a little before Watson told her kindly "Don't worry miss, I'm a doctor"

He studied her wounds carefuly and saw the deep incision that was made. "This woman needs a hospital immediately" he called out to the Scotland yarders.

A few officers carried poor Lucy from the marble alter to take her to thier carriage parked out on the curb. As Sherlock Holmes chatted with Lestraude, he caught a glimpse of the female and she caught a glimpse of him. She smiled weakly at him, her only gesture of thanks she could give him. As she smiled, Holmes couldnt help but notice her smile and her hazel eyes that looked like they had many colors to them...

"Holmes"

Sherlock snapped back to Lestraude and continued his conversation.

The Next Morning, Lucy was asleep on her hospital bed, her stomach freshly sticthed up and birght red. On occasion, a peicring sting from the injury would make Lucy squirm and wake up.

"Miss Diamond...Miss Diamond" Her nurse Gertude called out to her kindly

Lucy woke up and noticed her nurse standing in between the two men she had met the night before.

"These men need to speak to you"

"Thank you Gertie"

The nurse left, leaving Lucy alone with Holmes and Watson.

"Miss Diamond" Holmes began "Shortly after you were taken to this hospital the previous night, I ahad a discussion with the head of the Scotland Yard and he advised me to speak to you on the matter of last night. He advised to have you relocated from your home"

"Lucy wanted to object, but she let him continue

"Youre at hgih risk, despite blackwoods arrest"

"Why?" she asked

"He might have more followers than you might think that will seek revenge"

Lucy was silent for a few seconds before she spoke again "Where should I go? I love itr here in London! It's my home"

"You won't be leaving London. You're lawyers made sure of that" Watson replied to her "Youre going to have to move from you're upper class nieghboorhood...to live with Hollmes and Me."

Lucy narrowed her eyebrows "You live with each other?"

"In the same building" Holmes replied "Mrs Hudson, the landlady, has already been informed of your arrival and is busy preparing your room as we speak"

"Well...it seems like I have no chouse then"

"We know its unsettling news for you, but its for your safety." Watson told her calmly

Despite her internal objections, she knew he was right. Coming from a well-known upper class family had its challenges and she at that moment knew this was one of them.

AN: Ok I really liked how this came out better than the Quizilla version of this story