Hi guys!

So, here's the first chapter of Snatching Sarah.

It's Uriel's story.

Hope it pleases.

It might take a while longer than the others to finish as i am doing another story on Wattpad.

My other stories are Helping Kate and Thinking Of Marian.

I hope you like this.

Please comment as i need feedback.

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"Sarah!"

I shuddered and wiped my hands on the dishcloth, before sprinting up the stairs into the hall.

"I'm here!" I shouted.

My sister Tori rounded the corner of the scary big staircase.

"There you are! Where were you?" She frowned and grabbed my wrist hard in her vice like grip. I winced and my shoulders hunched.

I could feel her searching through my mind, looking for something I shouldn't have done.

"I was just doing dinner." I said quietly.

Tori sniffed and raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. Well, we'll see about that won't we? Now, I need help getting ready. Jacob is coming home tonight and I need to look extra special."

I shifted on the black marble floor. "I should finish dinner first. The spaghetti will stick to the pan if I leave it."

Tori stood up straight. "What did you say?"

I shrank. She was so tall. At least 6 foot. And that was without heels. "Nothing Tori, I'll come and help you."

She smiled bitterly. "Yes, that's what I thought. For a second I thought you said you needed to do something else. And that would be disastrous, wouldn't it?"

I nodded and stared at my scuffed boots. There was a tear in the sole which I'd had to stick together with selotape.

"Good." My sister carried on. "Because saying that would be going against me. And that would be the stupidest thing you've ever done."

"Yes Tori." I fiddled with the hem of my patched up shirt.

"And then you'd get punished." Tori smiled and pulled me into a thin, cold hug.

I froze up and stared over her shoulder at the massive mahogany doors.

"And we both know how much I hate punishing you. But, you see Sarah, it has to be done. You have to obey. You owe it to me."

She let me go and I stepped back. My sister grabbed my chin between her beautifully manicured fingers. "Now, come and help me."

I followed her up the red carpeted staircase. It was massive. The only thing in a massive hallway. It was stupid how big this house was. It was a hallway for God's sake. It didn't need to be the size of an aircraft carrier.

Tori glided up the stairs ahead of me, holding her long black velvet gown in her hand to stop her Prada shoes tearing the hem.

We walked down the everlasting halls until we got to the dormitory wing. A row of pictures lined the walls. Great battles and portraits of the family. Tall doors were dotted between them and huge crystal windows glared at me form the end of the corridor.

I glared at Tori's back, hoping my eyes would turn into lasers any day now.

Tori swept through one of the doors and I followed her into the blue dressing room. Yup, my sister had a dressing room. They were that posh. She also had her bedroom, her husband's bedroom and a joint room they shared to keep up 'marital duties'. It was disgusting, seriously. They went at it like rabbits. I was really surprised there weren't already at least three little ones running havoc around the place.

Actually, I'm not surprised. Having kids meant getting pregnant. That meant pregnancy and my sister was way too concerned with her figure to go messing it up with hormones and baby bumps.

Bitch.

She sat delicately on her stool in front of the dressing table and tossed her thick, dark hair over her shapely shoulders. "Come on then Sarah. Work your magic."

I sighed and picked up the mother of pearl hairbrush. I held her hair over my arm and brushed it gently until it was soft and tangle free.

"What are you going to wear tonight?" I asked.

She sighed loudly, like it was an inconvenience having to think of all her lovely gowns in her walk in wardrobe. "The black I think. The one with the silk and the train."

I imagined the soft, delicate silk. It had a sweeping neckline that covered the bits that needed to be but stopped at the waist.

"Hair up I think. It will show off your neck."

She nodded and smiled, her eyes closed. I debated stabbing her in the neck with the tweezers but the blood would get on floor and her husband would kill me.

I joke you not.

I swept her hair up into a seamless plait at the back of her head and pulled a tendril loose at the front. Picking up the curling irons I twisted it round and held it there.

If I moved it slightly closer to her neck…

Tori's eyes snapped open and met mine in the mirror. She raised a beautifully shaped eyebrow.

I dropped my head and moved the curling iron away. The hair came out in a corkscrew curl. I pulled it a few times with my fingers so it was left as a subtle curl.

As I stepped away to fetch the gown Tori grabbed my wrist. I froze.

She looked at me in the mirror. "Don't try and get rid of me Sarah."

She tightened her grip. "I could take your life with one thought. It wouldn't take long. It would hurt you. But I'd just gain from it. I could take all your power in one thought."

She let go and smiled sweetly at me. Holding up one finger she said, "One thought."

I nodded and walked quickly into her wardrobe. Both walls were lined with dresses and stylish trouser suits. There were cupboards full of clothes and racks of shoes. A full length mirror lined the back wall. I grabbed the black dress and held it up in front of the mirror. It was beautiful. It suited Tori perfectly.

I caught my own eye in the mirror and stared for a second.

I wasn't beautiful.

Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those annoying girls who say they're ugly just to get compliments.

I'm not beautiful, but I know I'm not ugly.

I have long, thick dark hair. Tori's is black, midnight black. Mine is blood red. Not dyed either. Natural. Sometimes it's called brown but it's not.

I have dark brown eyes that haven't sparkled for years. They used to show every emotion I felt, but not anymore. Now, all they show is a broken woman whose only hope is gone.

Downer alert much.

I'm about 5 foot 9/10 but I don't change that much. If anything, I get smaller every day. All I seem to do is hunch up and shrink in my skin. I gave up standing straight five years ago when Tori accused me of being uppity and took my ability to read for two weeks.

That's the other thing. We're Savants.

I'm guessing you know what that means. People who have a power each. They can also do telepathy and telekinesis.

And we also have soulfinders.

I know, nice word right?

Good bloody luck in finding one.

Your soulfinder is your partner. Your soul mate.

Together you're more powerful and the love you have is unreal.

It's kinda pathetic.

I haven't found mine. I doubt I will. Tori wouldn't allow it.

I'm 24. And I'm slipping slightly. I'm just getting sadder and quieter. But, then as soon as I get in private I change. It's weird if you think about it. I'll be kicking walls and screaming into my pillow. I'm like that when Tori isn't here. I used to be fun. Chatty and happy, laughing all the time. I had a lot of friends and I enjoyed life. My mouth got me in trouble a lot when I back chatted the teachers. I really like drawing and cooking reading. I like losing myself into other worlds. I'd quite like to be an artist but I gave that idea up when I realised what plan Tori had in mind for me.

This could sound whiny, but life's unfair.

When I was fifteen my parents died in a car crash, a pile up. I was in the car.

I still remember all the bashed up metal, the screaming, the smoke.

My parents combined their power to put a force field around me in the back. But they died as the fire caused by one guys cigarette lighting some spilled petrol.

I was fine, a bit scratched up but my parents were gone.

So, I was taken in by Tori. She was eighteen at that point and already on the up. Her power is lethal and she lets people know it too.

She can take power from you. You could make you forget how to read, how to talk, take your Savant power away from you for ever. That's what she did to one of her boyfriends who left her because he found his soulfinder.

And she uses it to threaten me into servitude.

Then she met Jacob.

He's mortal.

Not a Savant. But she told him what they were when he fell hugely 'in love' with her and now they're married.

Don't you dare go 'aww' at me. She doesn't love him. For them it's a business arrangement. He was grossly rich and she uses him.

He's a complete slime ball. And he's 20 years older than her. He's 47 now. But now they both use me as their servant. He sees her as a trophy. She's his pretty little sex machine. He'll do anything to get himself higher in power and what man would turn down a beautiful, young, powerful, charming woman?

They're literally the King and Queen of Evil.

So, yeah.

Oh, my power.

I can control the elements.

Water, Air, Earth, Fire.

But I can't do any damage with them, Tori took care of that for me. I used to be scary if I was angry. The world would darken and the wind would pick up. There might be a storm and once I ripped up a tree.

So, that's me. Sarah Mallerthwaite. Weird surname I know.

I sighed and turned away from the mirror.

The dress swished against the ground and straight into the arms of Tori.

Please comment or i will assume you dont want any more.

And that would hurt more than it should.

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