Oh uh! A Sherlock Holmes story? How did this happen? Well I blame the wonderful Robert Downie Jr and my stupid head that couldn't get him and the film out of my mind! My Supernatural readers and reviewers will hate me I know :P But don't worry! I won't give up my other stories! I swear!
So this is my first fanfic based on a movie! Hope it doesn't well…sucks!
I own nothing (but boy I wish I did ;P)
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
London 1891
She heard the weird chanting again tonight. It was the fifth time this month and she was clueless onto why this was happening. But she did know by whom. She was ready to fall back asleep but then when the chanting stopped she tensed up because that only meant one thing. He was coming. And he wasn't alone.
The door to her room opened and two men walked in, without even bothering to knock on the door "Gentlemen I'm not decent" she whispered as she tried to cover herself from the men. She was dressed in her nightgown
"Chantel dear" one of the men said darkly at her "We are in dire need of your assistance"
"If I may ask sir, what for?" she hesitantly asked
"The basement needs your cleaning expertise" the other man said, smiling in a sinister way. Chantel nodded "Very well sir. Give me one moment to put on some proper attire"
"There's no time. Your presence is requested immediately" the man said and Chantel sighed "You are in no position to tell me what to do…sir" she snapped at him but regretted it immediately when a hand came in contact with the left side of her face "You shut your mouth! You…" the man went on to say but the first man stopped him "Coward! Stop this instant"
"But my Lord, she was disrespectful" Coward said while Chantel was still sitting in her bed, rubbing her cheek
"That she was. I'll deal with her" the man replied and smirked evilly "As you wish Lord Blackwood" Coward said and bowed in front of him. Blackwood approached her bed and with no hesitation she yanked her hair, hard.
"I suggest that you show a little more respect to my friend dear Chantel or you'll have to deal with the consequences. Again" he whispered in her ear "Or maybe I should pay your lovely mother a visit" he said and at that Chantel's eyes widened in fear. She knew what he was capable off
"Do I make myself clear?" he asked while releasing the hold on her hair
"Yes father"
It was the first time in that month that Chantel was asked to clean the basement of her father's residence. Yes, Lord Blackwood was indeed her father but he never acted or showed any sighs of fondness towards her. But feelings were mutual.
Chantel had just finished descending the stairs that led to the basement and for an unknown reason her heart was beating fast in her chest as she was approaching towards the door.
"Oh my sweet god!" she gasped when she opened the door and slowly walked inside. At the center of the room was an altar accompanied with many white candles and the floor and walls were covered in bizarre and mystique symbols.
"I think I'm going to be sick" she said to herself as she noticed that the room was practically covered in blood. Lots of blood He killed someone she thought and her mind wondered back to the nights (like the one few hours ago) where she heard someone chanting. She always denied it but she also heard screams. Female screams to be exact. She sighed and ran a hand through her ginger hair Devil's work she thought while looking around the room. She grabbed her rug and bucket of water and started cleaning the basement. This was going to be…unpleasant but she had to keep her father happy. Or else…
Two and a half hours later, Chantel had finished cleaning the basement. Her hair was a mess and her white nightgown was covered in blood stains. As she was ascending the stairs to her room, she heard voices coming from Blackwood's study. She knew she shouldn't pry but something compelled her to do it.
"My Lord" she heard Coward say "The authorities are suspicious of us and our…activities"
"Worry not. The Scotland Yard consists of a bunch of incapable fools. They will not figure it out any time soon" she heard her father reply to him
"But what about Holmes, sir?" Coward asked and Chantel heard Blackwood groan in annoyance. She knew about the infamous Sherlock Holmes! The great detective and only person that posed such a great threat to the Lord and his plans. Blackwood loathed Holmes. She could tell by the way he says his name.
"Mmm, Sherlock Holmes. The thorn stuck in my backside. Worry not Coward. I have the case of Mr. Holmes under control" he said and then both laughed in content.
Chantel had heard enough. She quietly walked back to her room and she lay on her bed facing the ceiling. She felt like she had to something. But what? Her father knew her every move. She was certain that he knew that she had listened to his conversation with Coward. How could she possible help? She'd probably end up dead. But at this point she didn't really care. She had to stop her father. She bit her lip as she pondered at that thought. Suddenly a smile formed upon her lips. She knew the solution.
It was Sherlock Holmes.
Tada! That was the end of the first chapter! Oooh I'm so nervous! I really you'll like the story! I know it was a small chapter but hey...i can't give out everything on the first chapter ^_^ I'd really appreciate if you'd leave a review to tell me how I did :) Should I continue the story? If you choose to continue the story, next chapter will have our favorite duo meeting up with Chantel. Also more of her past is revealed! Plus some trigger happy Sherlock :D (Btw this will not be a copy of the film. Yes it will revolve around it but it will not be a copy-paste story with a random OC! Prepare for lots of twists)
I really hope to see you in the next chapter!
