Disclaimer: I don't really need this because this is all me right now, but for later on, I'm not Stephenie Meyer I don't own anything from her books.
Okay well here is chapter one of my story Amethyst!
Chapter One
Jema stared at the exhibit in front of her. She was in a house that used to belong to a famous French governor. She was staring at a bedroom that used to belong to the son.
The son whose name was Henry, was very influential back in his time. He was born in 1478. He had grown up to be much kinder than his father.
She walked down the hallway to another bedroom. This one belonged to the daughter.
"Ah, are you interested in her story?" said a handsome curator.
Jema smiled at him.
"Do you want me to tell you the story of her?"
"I know a little of it but I'm sure you probably know more." She smiled, doubt filling her mind.
"Well for starters her name was Amethyst, but everyone called her Angel."
"Really?" she played along.
"Yes, it was said that she was so beautiful that who ever saw her would call her an Angel on Earth. There are paintings of her down in the Governors study, and if I do say so myself, they were completely right. She is very beautiful and an even bigger mystery."
"Mystery?" she watched at his eyes gazed over her. She ignored the lingering.
"Yes, she disappeared the night of her seventeenth birthday. No one actually knows what happened to her, or where she went. There was speculation that she was kidnapped by either religious nuts that thought her the work of the devil, or by the local blacksmith. We however know now that she ran away."
She let the blacksmith note go, "How do you know that?"
"We found a letter in a secret compartment in Henry's desk. It was written in her handwriting, it stated that she was running away because she didn't want to marry the man she was betrothed to."
"So if she ran away why is she still a mystery?"
"Well because they found her husband to be dead in the woods around the estate, and the blacksmith. They had to put the blacksmith under medical care because he was inflicted with something. They didn't know what was wrong with him. But he apparently died before they could try him for the murder and kidnapping. No one knows that for sure because there are two stories about him. Either he died and was buried in an unmarked grave, or he escaped. They usually covered up escapes with the criminals unexpectedly dying."
Jema took in the information she hadn't known. She never heard of the blacksmith escaping, or being inflicted with an unknown ailment.
"You said something about religious nuts?"
"Oh yeah, well you see Amethyst was very special. She had a rare quality to her."
Jema brushed her hair back behind her ears. She caught him looking at her sunglasses. Everyone always looked at you funny when you wore sunglasses indoors.
His mouth was slightly agape, "Um she, well she had something that is even rare today."
"Really?" she wished he would just finish.
"Yeah she had purple eyes, or violet eyes, what ever you want to call them. From the paintings of her you can tell they are a medium color purple, bright, not dark."
"So because the color was rare, the 'religious nuts' thought she was the work of the devil?"
"Yeah basically. She was the only person we know for a fact that had violet eyes that far back."
A cell phone went off. The curator reached into his pocket. He talked on it for a minute or two while she reread the plaque blocking the entrance of the bedroom.
"Well Miss…"
"Call me Jema."
"Okay well Jema we have to close up the museum now, I'll escort you out if you want."
"I think I can find my way out, but thanks for the offer." She gave him a quick smile and walked off down the hall.
She knew he was watching her so she waited in till she was on the first floor to hide.
She hid in a conveniently placed secret passage. She knew that it led back to the second floor so she walked up the long winding staircase back to where she needed to be.
"Hey Greg I guess you owe me ten bucks," came Hank's annoying snicker.
"I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"What are you two betting on this time?" said the security guard.
"Well I bet little Greg here that he couldn't get a date with that girl that came in."
"I'm guessing she turned you down?"
"He didn't even have the chance to ask her, she left him staring after her it was hilarious, I watched it on the monitor."
Greg mocked punched Hank.
He then went to sit in one of the chairs in front of the screens. They had a camera in every major exhibit and hallway.
"Man I feel sorry for you Dave, having to sit here watching empty rooms."
"Yeah gets boring real fast."
Dave went over and turned the one of the blank screens on, it was a game.
Greg started watching the game with the guys but a flicker in one of the monitors caught his eye.
He stared at the second floor hallway and was surprised to see the girl.
"Well it looks like that girl couldn't stand to be away from me."
"What," came Dave's distant voice.
"That girl that was here earlier is in the…"
He stopped mid-sentence as he watched her go into one of the exhibits.
He knew he should go and stop her but he was curious at why she had broken into an exhibit.
Dave and Hank rolled their chairs over to where Greg was.
"What the hell, why didn't you tell me," said Dave getting up.
"No wait, what is she doing?"
Jema had snuck into the girl's room. She walked around to the armoire, she took off her sunglasses. She opened it and was surprised to find it still filled with clothes. She looked at all of the extravagant dresses and then shut the doors.
She was there for a reason and she didn't know how long it would take for them to notice she was their.
She walked to the bed. She opened the two secret compartments and unlocked the third.
She smiled as the little compartment opened in the foot board.
She closed the first two and got on her knees to get what she had come for.
The necklace.
It was just as she remembered. It was beautiful. It was a crescent moon with a small amethyst stone as a star.
She looked at the necklace lovingly.
Then she heard a noise, it was the sound of a video camera swiveling.
She turned and saw it perched over the door.
Her eyes widened as she realized she wasn't wearing her sunglasses.
"Shit."
She was caught. She grabbed the necklace and shut the compartment and darted for the balcony, she opened the windows and jumped over the edge.
She hit the ground running.
"Holy shit did you see that?" asked Dave.
"Go to the camera outside!" yelled Hank.
Dave switched another monitor on and they couldn't see the girl anywhere.
Greg was frozen staring at the monitor where the girl had disappeared.
"Greg, you okay."
"Rewind that please."
"Uh sure."
He started typing on a keyboard.
"Okay freeze that image."
Greg looked at the girl staring at him. It couldn't be, it had to be a coincidence.
The girl was staring at the camera, but it felt like she was looking straight at Greg. She was staring through violet eyes.
Well that was chapter one I hoped you liked it! So please review and tell me what you think of it! Thanks for reading!
Kaiai