Hey guys! Sooo...this is my first attempt at a Fable fanfic lol I'm a huge fan of the games and I've played through Fable 2 and 3 and fell in love with the characters. Even though I should probably hate Reaver and all of his evilness, I can't help but squeal every time he's in the scene. He's just funny and amusing to watch! This was originally a oneshot, but it became longer than a normal oneshot and I got extremely anxious to post this! So I just split it up into chapters and I'm going to start posting more chapters soon!

Please let me know what you think! I apologize if Reaver seems a little OCC, I tried my best to get him exactly like his character! Please review and message me about what you think! I always respond to them! I hope you enjoy this! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fable. If I did, then Ben Finn and Reaver would have been people that you could marry. lol I only own Eliza.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

One of the beasts was in perfect range. The end of my rifle rested on top of the log pile that I hid behind. My finger moved to the trigger, waiting for the right moment to shoot.

Suddenly the beast moved out of range.

I cursed under my breath as I readjusted myself, trying to find a different angle to shoot.

The frigid mountain air blew in my face, making me shiver at the temperature. I pulled the fur shawl tighter around my shoulders to keep me warmer.

The beast stopped and glanced around to see if anyone was around. This made me lower my body further behind the logs. Thankfully, it started moving again.

I moved my trusty rifle over a little, following the beast as it moved slowly across the land, growing even closer towards the Mercenary Camp. If I didn't hurry, then the beast would get into the camp before the sun peaked over the horizon.

Failure wasn't an option.

I moved the muzzle over a little bit more, finally lining up with the beast. "There we go." I whispered under my breath. "Just stay like that."

Inhaling again, I could smell the aroma of fresh pine before exhaling. Ah, my favorite scent.

I had the shot.

My finger began to squeeze the trigger to take out my target.

"You know that you're doing it wrong." A voice spoke behind me, causing my body to jolt and tip my gun up higher. A bullet left the gun, firing it up into the mountains.

The smell of gunpowder filled my nose. Not just any gunpowder. A special kind of gunpowder that only one man had. A man who I absolutely hated.

My head whipped around to find the devil in a white waistcoat and a tall black top hat standing behind me. "I told you so."

I glared at him, growling under my breath. "I know how to shoot a rifle perfectly, Reaver."

"Clearly not." He responded snidely, ignoring my annoyed tone.

Ignoring him, I turned my body back around to see if that balverine I was hunting was still there. My heart dropped when I saw that it had disappeared. Where did it go?

"Oh dear, did it disappear?" he mocked. "Oh, such a pity."

"It's your fault that it's gone, Reaver!" I snapped at him, whipping my head around. "I swear if that balvarine kills one innocent villager, I won't hesitate to shoot you."

He tutted at me, drumming his fingers on the top of his elegant walking stick. "Oh you always threaten me with that. And yet, it still hasn't happened and I still live. And besides, it's going into the Mercenary Camp. Majority of those people aren't innocent at all. The camp is full of the most notorious murderers and thieves in Albion. Don't you remember those men I hired to wipe you and your little rebels out that night that you crashed my party?"

I huffed as I stood to my feet, keeping my rifle close to my side. "How could I forget? After all, one of your guests left this as a gift." I reminded him, pointing to the long thin scar that grazed my cheek.

A few months ago, Page, Emma, and I crashed one of Reaver's extravagant parties for a rescue mission and we ended up getting tangled up in one of his ludicrous games. The Wheel of Misfortune. We survived of course, until his guests transformed into a vicious pack of balverines and tried to rip us apart. Surprisingly, we made it out alive, but I got a souvenir to remind me of what happened.

"Again, I am sorry for what happened to you."

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed. "Yeah right."

"Well on the bright side, your face is still beautiful."

I shook my head in response. "Please, spare me the petty compliments. I know what kind of man you are, Reaver."

"Oh? And what kind of man am I?"

Tapping my chin with my index finger, I pondered over the very long list of words that described this conceited and arrogant entrepreneur. "Hmm…let's see. You're an egotistical greedy psychopath who doesn't care about anyone but yourself. Also you're a nymphomaniac with a lot of bizarre sexual depravities."

His lips twisted into that smug smile that I hated. "Oh sticks and stones, I've been called worse things."

I rolled my eyes again. "What are you doing out here anyways? You're a long ways away from Millfields."

He leaned back a little, taking a little pressure off of his cane. "Oh, the Queen wanted me to look at the damage on my monorail. She wants it to be back up and running again."

"Hmm, and hopefully it'll be hobbe proof." I responded, looking down at my rifle.

"That's what she wants me to do. But of course that means clearing out the hobbes that are still lurking around in those tunnels."

"Then by all means, go in there an kill them all yourself. And maybe if you're lucky, you'll get trapped in there with all of those creepy hobbes."

"Oh I couldn't have that. You'd miss me too much." He purred with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and turned away, fixing my fur shawl that the dwellers from the Mistpeak gave me. "Look, I know that this is fun and fall, but why don't you go do your inspecting and leave me alone to my hunting."

"Now why I leave a fetching young woman out here alone to fend for herself?"

I scoffed at him. "Because I'm a woman who can handle herself." I told him before turning back around to my post, only to jump and squeak at the sight of the balverine standing only inches away from me. The beast snarled at me while I fumbled back to pull my rifle up. It moved closer, causing me to fall back onto my bottom and began crawling backwards frantically.

Just before it's teeth could take a bite out of me, a gunshot pierced the air and the balverine was knocked backwards until it fell over, dead.

My heart was racing so fast from the panic. Then I jerked my head back to see Reaver pointing his famous Dragonstomper .48 at the beast.

He pulled the gun back and smirked down at me. "You were saying."

Even though I was still freaked out, I quickly got to my feet. "Whatever. That was one time. I don't you to save me. I'm perfectly capable of my own safety." I told him, fixing my rifle.

"Oh? And tell me what you'll do when that beast's friends show up to rip you apart?" he asked, pointing behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder and paled at the sight of three more balverines charging up the hill towards us.

I twisted around and lined up my rifle to begin shooting at them. A few bullets whizzed past them and some embedded themselves into the ragged fur. I was able to shoot one in the arm, but that didn't stop it.

They were only a few feet away from us.

I began to panic. I've never faced this many balverines since that night at Reaver's mansion. I took all of them down, but I had Page and Emma there to help me. Usually, I only had one balverine to take care of. Or I was able to hide away and take them out from a distance. I had Reaver, but I doubt that he would help in the first place. He'd probably laugh in my face and taunt me for the rest of my life.

My worries were literally shot down when Reaver pulled his gun back out and began firing.

I quickly joined in and was able to shoot one of them down. Reaver shot another one and then we were able to take out the last one together.

All three balverines lay only a few feet away from us with their friend.

I let out the breath I was holding in and glanced at Reaver, who was smirking as he blew away the smoke that was coming off his infamous weapon, taunting me as the scent of his gunpowder filled my nose.

What could I say to him? He saved my life. As much as I hated him, I would always remember that he saved me from a horrible death.

"Is there something that you would like to say to me?" he drawled out.

Rolling my eyes, I let out a huff. "Thanks…" I mumbled.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you." He said, cupping his ear.

"Thanks…" I said a little bit louder.

"There, that wasn't so hard. Also, I think you should have also said, 'Reaver, you were right, I'm not completely-'."

I quickly cut him off by holding my rifle close to his face. "If you finish that statement, I'm gonna blow your head clean off your shoulders." I threatened.

He didn't even flinch or lean away from my rifle as he tutted me again. "Such a bad temper. You won't win a man if you treat him like that. However, I do love a woman with ferocity. It livens up things in the bedroom."

I gagged in response. "You're repulsive."

"Oh you love it."

"Maybe in another world." I told him as I went to gather my belongings.

"So there is a chance for us."

I ignored him as I pulled my pack over my shoulder and began walking back towards home. I had enough of him for one day.

"Where are you off to?"

"Home."

"And where is home?"

"None of your business." I responded curtly.

I could hear his footsteps and walking stick following me. "But we were having so much fun."

"Well I've had enough fun for one day."

"It's barely even morning. The sun is just rising."

"Exactly, I'm going to sleep for a few hours and then I'm going to work at the Academy for awhile until I go back out to hunt."

"Ahh…so you live in Brightwall now. I thought you'd move into Bowerstone Castle since you and the Queen are so close."

I hesitated for a moment as I climbed the big hill that led up to the village. "I prefer living in the countryside. I'd rather stay away from living in Bowerstone."

"Well to each their own. I don't really like that busy town either. That's why I prefer living in Millfields."

"With all of the other rich people." I added.

"But of course. However, my mansion is much biggest one out on the lake." He bragged.

"I know, I was there." I grumbled, holding onto the ropes that held up the bridge.

"And every day I get to look at that…tranquil…" he hesitated over that word. "Lake that everyone talks about."

I could tell that he was still upset over the Queen's decision to leave Bower Lake as it was. Reaver had proposed an idea to Emma a few weeks ago, asking her to drain Bower Lake and turn it into a mine. Of course she refused. It was the lake her mother, Sparrow, lived by before she became the Queen. It was a part of history.

So she refused Reaver's proposal, leaving him bitter over the situation. He pretended to be fine with decision, but people knew him better than that. Reaver just wanted to suck up and be on the Queen's good side. That's just who he was. A self-centered man who cared little for anyone but himself.

"I mean what's the fuss that everyone keeps making about? It's just a lake. There's probably a gold mine down there and she's too stubborn to see for herself."

"I get the picture, Reaver." I grumbled before I turned around to find him only a few feet away from me. "Look, I know that you love tormenting me like this and all, but I need to go back home. And I'd like it if you 'd let me go there…alone."

I didn't really want Reaver knowing where I lived. He'd probably come over just to spite and annoy me. Also he'd probably make fun of what kind of house I lived in. It wasn't even close to his big lavish mansion. It was just a little two story place just right outside of Brightwall.

"Oh come now, Lizzie. I can't be that bad to be around."

"Uhh…yeah, you are. And my name is Eliza."

I absolutely hated being called Lizzie. Almost as much as being called Elizabeth.

"But I like Lizzie, it suits you."

I shook my head. "Whatever, just go back to your inspecting and hobbe hunting. Leave me alone." I told him as I walked away. This time I didn't hear him follow.

"I shall see you soon, Lizzie!" he called to me in that sickly honeyed voice that made me cringe. "Tatty-bye!"

"Don't count on it, Reaver!" I yelled back to him as I neared the village.

This was our relationship. Arguing, failed flirting attempts, and aggravating. From the second we met face to face, it's been this way.

Before we met, I knew who he was. Well I knew of him. Reaver Industries was all over the industrial area of Bowerstone. He owned all of the big factories and he worked with King Logan at the time. I had heard many rumors about him. About his careless murders, his many sexual escapades, his lavish parties that selected high class citizens to be invited, including my parents. We all heard of him, but few of us saw the man in person.

When Emma's friend, Elliot, was murdered by her brother, she and Walter fled the castle, taking me along with them. We went into hiding for awhile to avoid being arrested for treason by supporting the revolution to overthrow Logan. When we made it to Bowerstone Industrial, that's where I met him.

We came upon a rally outside of one of Reaver's factories and saw a man leading a protest over how they were treated at the factory. Then a man with a very tall top hat stepped out onto the balcony and fired a shot at the protest leader. Then he went on about how people would be shot for taking breaks and complaining as he proceeded to shoot the leader until he lay there, dead.

My blood boiled at the sight. How could he do that? Shoot an innocent human and have no remorse. All because he wanted better conditions for his fellow workers.

From that moment, I hated him. I didn't even meet him and yet I had developed a deep dislike.

About a week later, I finally came face to face with him that night we infiltrated his mansion. I knew we were walking into a trap from the moment we walked into that place.

As we stood in the ring, my eyes locked onto his as he stared down at us like rats caught in a trap. I still remember that evil smirk that he gave as he spun the wheel. We were his entertainment at the party. Fighting for survival while everyone watched.

To his surprise, we survived and came out with a few cuts and bruises. Then he had the audacity to flirt with me and tried to invite the three of us into his bedroom! The nerve of that man!

The very thought of that made me want to throw up.

Now I'm not saying that Reaver was hideous. He was actually a pretty attractive man. Hair that was dark as coal, deep brown eyes that reminded you of chestnuts, a tall figure that was well toned, and of course that heart shaped mark on his cheek. Honestly, I hate to admit that I wouldn't mind going out on the town with him. However, after everything that he's done, I would never do it. He had no care for human life and he wronged so many people.

Also Emma had mentioned that her mother known him long before she became the Queen. That made me question his age. Not that many people knew how old Reaver was. Some just assumed that he was a grandson of the daring pirate, Reaver. But some things didn't quite match up.

Either way, Reaver was Reaver. One of the richest men in Albion, with the worst reputation. And for some odd reason, he just seemed to appear in my life.

I stretched my arms over my head and moaned as I tried to get the kinks out of my muscles.

All I needed was a good nap right now. At least I wouldn't have to see Reaver's face for awhile.

How was that? Do you think this will be the last time that she'll see Reaver? Probably not lol I hope you liked the first chapter! I'll be posting the next chapter hopefully soon. I'm a full time college student and I'm doing my field work this year, so if I don't post right away, that's why. Please leave a review or message me if you want. Let me know what you think! Thanks guys!