Chapter 1: She returns

{Welcome! Just as a forewarning there may be some confusing text so I'll leave a key here so you can guide your way through this story without trouble! Parts with italics are memories. Words blocked in slashes (ex /tried/) represents a character putting focus on a word. The point of view from which the story is told from will switch from chapter to chapter, but it will be clearly marked so there is no confusement. If you have any questions feel free to let me know! Also let me know if you wish for me to continue! Without further a due I present to you A Unexpected Love!}

-Thomas Sharpe-

Tears streamed down the twelve year old's face. Blood had been shed, and the boy did not understand what this meant. Lucille said it had to be done. She said it was the only way to purge themselves of all the wrongs that had done to them. She said it was the only way for them to free.. The only way they could stay with each other.. But things went terribly wrong.. The siblings were to be broken apart as at last, they no longer had a parent to watch them. They were on their own. All they had now in this world was each other. Thomas sniffed some, looking back at his older sister Lucille. She nodded and smiled reassuringly at him, taking his free hand in hers and placing a kiss on his. The boy then looked down at his other sister..

A five year old who was shaking in fear.. A little girl who had lost her mother. A innocent child who did not understand what death truly meant.. She clung to a stuffed animal bear like it was life itself before she turned. Looking up at her brother with wet sky blue eyes, she asked, "Omas what is wrong?" She asked, not able to properly pronounce her brother's name.

Thomas kneeled so that he was at eye height with the girl. "Fret not little Clara. Everything will be okay. We just have to go away for a while.. But we will be together. I promise you that. We will /always/ be together," He promised Clara, a small smile came across his face as he tried to convey the idea in the child's mind.

"Where has mother gone?" She asked, looking around as the police and reporters fled into the house. They all paused the three like they were the plague. Clara watched them all pass before she looked back at Thomas, waiting for his explanation; however, it was not Thomas who answered.

"Mother will no longer be joining us sister. It is just us now," The oldest, Lucille, called. Their mother would truly never join them again.. Lucille had made sure of that. Their mother was now soaked in her own blood in the bath tube, her skull smashed in, and it had all be done in the name of love… A monsterly, unholy love.. The only love any of the children knew..

Lucille reached down and grabbing her brother's shoulder. She and Thomas had a rather unusual relationship.. The two of them were far more passionate with each other than a brother and sister should be. Thomas was far too young to know any better, and Lucille took advantage of that. She played and manipulated her brother so that he would never leave her. Thomas did not fight though. He loved Lucille.. He loved both his sisters, but Clara was a child. He did not hold the same urges for her that he did for Lucille.. Well not then, he did not..

The moment of thought and comfort was short lived as soon the police finally came to collect them. One of the men picked up Clara, pulling her right from Thomas's grip. The boy yelled, trying to follow after his sister, but Lucille held him back as she watched the other girl leave. The bear the child clutched too so dearly fell to the floor as Thomas's shouts filled the air. Finally he broke free from the restrains that held him back. He sprinted after them. The entire time, Clara looked back at her brother as she carried away. Once she was placed into an awaiting carriage, she still did not remove her eyes from him. She tried to call out to him, but her small voice was drowned out by excitement around her.

"No! No! You can't take her! She's just a child! She needs us! She can't be alone! Let her go!" Thomas cried as he ran outside, fighting to get his sister back, but he was simply pushed back by the police. He was told to sit down and hush up, but he did not listen. He continued to protest the unjust act. His efforts would be in vain though.. His last memory of his sister was the sight of her peering back at him as the carriage begin to take her away. Her last memory of her family was her brother on his knees, her bear in his hand, Lucille holding him close to her as he sobbed…

The other two children would be sent away as well. Lucille to a hospital to diagnose her mental state, and Thomas to a boarding school. It would be a few years until Lucille and Thomas saw each other again, but it would be almost forever until Clara was seen again.

Thomas let out a breath as he fiddled with the blueprints in front of him. He was currently working on a machine that could save his family name and restore their now dilapidating house. In the time Lucille and him had been gone, the house had been to sink further down into the clay mines bellow, and with no one actually mining down there, things were only getting worst. That is why Thomas, who was a skilled engineer, was working on solving that problem so that they could continue to live in their beloved home, but today he just could not focus for the life of him.. He keep turning to the stuffed animal bear that sat mere three feet away.. The painful memory of how that beloved child was ripped from them shook his mind, causing him to close his eyes and put his face into his hands.. He had the ability to search for her now.. He was no longer a mere boy. He was a man now. A baronet at that..

The thought brought a glimmer of hope into his light blue eyes. A smile breaking across his pale skin. He stood up, running a hand through his raven black hair before straightening out his black vest as he began to search for stationary. He did not have the money for an investigator, but perhaps he could use his charm to persuade people into helping him find his long lost sister.. His actions, however, were soon cute off as Lucille snuck into the room. She silently walked up behind him, before placing a kiss on his neck.

The action brought Thomas to a halt as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He shuddered some before chuckling. "Well hello to you too dear sister," He smiled before turning around and facing her.

Lucille had also grown up much since that dreadful day. She was a woman herself. Her long raven black hair was braided back into a neat braid around her head, and she wore a elegant navy blue dress. She also wore a crimson red ring on her hand, a "gift" from her mother. The same cold look still rested in her blue eyes, but today, the look was replaced by something that not even Thomas could explain what it was.. It was currently a new look… What had happened to bring about such a look?..

"Greetings brother," She responded, leaning forward and kissing him. Thomas gladly kissed her back, placing his hands on her hips. "I hope you are not busy because I have quite the surprise waiting for you"

He raised a brow before leaning back and asking, "Oh? Is that so? And what is this surprise of yours?"

She simply just smiled, offering her hand. "If I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise now would it? Come with me, and I shall show."

Thomas chuckled, taking her hand before allowing himself to be led from his workshop in the attic all the way down multiple floors, around many twists and turns, before finally his sister led him to the front door. Once they made it there, she took a cloth and tied it around his eyes.

"Lucille. What is this for?" He asked with a smile, trying to take it off, but she stopped him.

"Do not take it off. You'll ruin the surprise," Lucille responded before she carefully guided him outside. "Now you may take it off."

Thomas did not hesitate. He took off the blindfold before his eyes immediately fixed on something. A young, beautiful girl no older than eighteen carefully stepped down from a carriage. The driver helped her down as she held up the side of her white lace dress that hugged and complemented her fragile but glorious little body.. Her auburn brown hair fell to her mid back and was currently straightened but curled elegantly at the end. Her sky blue eyes sparkled like jewels as she looked around. Her skin was almost as pale as the snow that fell in the winter. Her lips and cheeks as red as roses... The wind picked up, causing the blue cloak she wore and her hair to elegantly flow out behind her. No that couldn't be.. That possibly couldn't be.. But oh she was the right age..

He could feel his heart growing in his chest as he gazed upon this beautiful woman.. This God sent angel.. To Lucille this was not expected.. She was not supposed to be this stunning… Thomas was not supposed to be this stricken.. He was /her's/ and no one else's.. A look of anger and bitterness came across Lucille's face, but a plan across in her mind. This was no problem. This could be played for her benefit. She could gain everything she wanted.. Her family to be secure at her side.. She smirked, looking to her brother. "Go to her," She prompted, giving him a slight shove forward.

Thomas with his mouth still hanging some, nodded before he swallowed deeply. Slowly, he made his dissent over to the girl, who turned and meet his gaze. She smiled at him, causing him to charmingly smile back.

"Forgive me. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Thomas Sharpe. And yours is, my lady?" He asked, reaching for her hand and placing a soft kiss on the back of it. The girl simply just smiled before she laughed.

"I know it has been a while, but do not tell me dear brother that you have forgotten entirely about me," She answered. Her voice was soft and smooth like silk.

Thomas's face dropped once again as he stared at her.. It /was/ her.. The missing one.. The one that had caused him so much heartache.. "Clara?..."