Disclaimer: I own one person in this so far. Nothing else. (sniffles) Though I'd love to have Dorian Gray for myself.
A/N: I suppose now would be a good time to say that I am using Dorian Gray's appearance from LXG, not The Picture of Dorian Gray. This is my first LXG fan fiction as well, so be kind. And, as always, review:D It'll make me happy!
Prologue
The England streets were empty at this time of night. Anyone with half of a brain would know to avoid the roads now. Only the darker side of London, the muggers and robbers and hookers and the like, lingered outside, looking for any way to make money that they could.
The only woman outside who had none of those occupations must have had a temporary leave of sanity.
A young woman with locks of black made her way down the streets, her boots clicking gently against the cobblestones that made up the road. Her chin was lifted stubbornly into the air as she walked, ignoring the catcalls that were occasionally sent her way. She wrapped her cloak a little closer to her body, her eyes staring straight in front of her. 'Just don't provoke them…and you'll be safe.' she thought, though she couldn't help but nervously bite her bottom lip. Two muggers, however, were not as easily put off by her behavior.
The two softly spoke behind her before following her. The woman took in a sharp breath and looked over her shoulder, seeing the lustful eyes of the men behind her. '…Curses.' she thought, suddenly taking off into a sprint. Though she had always thought of herself as one of the quickest women of her age, she could already hear that the two men were catching up to her. She felt a hand suddenly grab at her neck and shove her down. She skidded across the ground, drawing in another breath at the dull pain across her body from being shoved down onto the ground. One of the men quickly straddled her while the other pulled out a dagger and laughed in an almost maniacal manner. The woman looked up at them with fearful eyes before she closed them to try to keep the image of these two men out. But a faint voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.
"Hello there." The two words were followed by the sound of a sword unsheathing. The two muggers made a sound of protest, the one on top of the woman leaping off of her. The sickening sound of a blade slicing through a body slipped quietly through the air, followed by the sound of two bodies thudding to the ground. The woman opened her eyes and gasped in horror at the two corpses that lay on the ground nearby. Her eyes landed on a black leather shoe nearby them, and traveled upwards until her eyes landed on the man's face.
Raven locks framed his rather pale face, ending near his shoulders, and dark eyes stared down at her own. His lips, framed as well by a dark mustache and a well-trimmed beard curled into a small smile. He was clothed in a three-piece suit of gray, the first piece a white shirt with ruffles that were somehow masculine that ended at the second piece, a gray vest, which was covered by the third piece, a gray and white striped coat. The blade of the sword that he held in his hands was covered in blood, and he silently wiped the crimson liquid on the shirt of one of the muggers before sliding it into a sheath, making it look very much like a normal cane. "Good evening, Miss Carter. I've been expecting you."
The woman, Freya Carter, furrowed her brow slightly as she sat up. "Expecting me? What do you mean?"
"Just what I said, of course." the man's soft voice was merely a purr, a piece of satin that slipped across her flesh. Freya shivered slightly at the sound before looking back up at the man with suspicious eyes.
"How did you know that I would be coming this way? And how do you know my name?"
"I do not believe that you need to know any of that yet." he walked slowly towards her and offered a hand to help her up. She took it after a few seconds and let him lift her up. What she didn't expect was when he suddenly spun her into his arms, one wrapping around her waist as the other tugged a handkerchief from a pocket on his jacket and held it to her nose. Freya's world seemed to fade as the sweet-smelling substance assaulted her senses, and she quickly lost consciousness.
