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Author's Note: So, I am not sure how psychiatry was received in Victorian England so I am making an educated guess for this story. I apologize for any errors made in the facts.
-Victorian England, 1900-
It was going to be another great day in for Dr. Niles Crane. He had been helping many patients get better. His practice had a slow start but once word of mouth came into play he was now thriving. He came from a well-to-do family, was an eligible bachelor and had many prospective matches, educated at Cambridge. He had it all.
As per his usual routine, Niles had breakfast and coffee before stepped out in one of his tailored waistcoat, vest, tie, and trousers. As he headed toward his office he saw the day's paper and sadly shook his head. There had been many instances lately where young men of his age of all caliber have been disappearing and then reappearing. All drastically changed in a bad way, like they saw something frightening and were scarred for life. The police force and the constable were all baffled, there was no trace, therefore no way to investigate the case(s).
Sighing he prayed was not next; how wrong he would be. Several hours later following another successful and busy day. When he was outside he noted how dark and there was not a single street light.
He mumbled, why did I have to pick this place? Maybe it is high time I find a different and well-lighted place. As he was locking up when suddenly he felt cloth cover his mouth and nose. Before he could fully react, he was knocked out cold.
Hours later he awoke and found himself in a cellar with most of his good clothes gone. The only thing he had left was his white shirt and pants, both of which are ripped. He immediately tried to find a way to get out but saw there was only a very small window and ran to iron bars enclosing it. He then ran to the gate comprised of iron bars that held him in the cellar. He yelled out. "Hey is someone there?"
When he was only answered with a grunt. He tried again. "Anyone?"
When he got no reply, he fell to his knees. He had become one of the latest young men to be taken. Is anyone trying to find him? What is to become of his work and practice? With shoulders drooped he went to where he first woke up. With nothing to do, or to keep him stimulated, he laid down and went to sleep, hoping that he would soon wake up from the nightmare.
What seemed liked hours later he heard voices talk above him. He continued to sleep when he heard, "Nigel, do you reckon he is faking it?"
He heard another voice, "I don't know Peter. We should try to poke him."
After he was poked again, this time with a stick he woke only to see two strange looking men with fangs showing. Frightened he sat up quickly he said, "Wh-what do you want?"
The one who went by the name of Nigel exclaimed. "Aye get up it is time to meet her majesty."
The men, Nigel and Peter advanced on him as scared as ever Niles scooted backward right into a wall. They then forcefully pulled him up and began dragging him. Niles squirmed and fought but to no avail. A short time later he was led to the door of a room. When he heard, "Reginald and David open the door."
The guards nodded and soon Niles was led into a semi-dim room. There he was thrown to the ground. When he didn't raise his head, he heard, "Aye you must look up and greet Queen Daphne."
Niles who was his knees looked up and met eyes with the queen and became enchanted by her.
A/N 2: Thanks for reading the first chapter of Reverie and Trance! Reviews are appreciated!