Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Peaky Blinders characters, only the ones I have created.
PROLOGUE: IN WHICH SMALL HEATH IS VISITED BY UNEXPECTED GUESTS
"Take a little walk to the edge of town. And go across the tracks."
Small Heath was a hole - a filled to the brim by criminals and dirt infested hole.
Everyone in Birmingham knew this, and it didn't take long for the ones who didn't to find out.
Tonight was like any other night - working men from the factory were rushing home or going to the pub.
The only difference with tonight was that some men stopped to stare at two figures walking the very same, cobbled streets - a man and a woman.
Heads turned into their direction because they weren't a familiar face in their small, little town.
"Where the viaduct looms. Like a bird of doom. As it shifts and cracks"
They weren't from around here, that much was clear, but that wasn't the only reason every pair of eyes seemed to gravitate towards them.
A dark, mysterious aura surrounded them in the way they walked.
Their eyes – both a swirl of the deepest and clearest green and blue imaginable – stared straight ahead and their sharp cheekbones and straight noses suggested they were family.
"Where secrets lie in the border fires. In the humming wires. Hey man, you know you're never coming back."
The siblings – because that's what they indeed were – walked with a purpose as they turned onto Garrison Lane.
The sky was dark above their heads as night fell, but lingering smoke from the nearby factory clouded the stars.
"Past the square, past the bridge. Past the mills, past the stacks"
They entered a pub at the end of the street with letters above that spelt The Garrison Tavern and a small sign at the window told them there were rooms available
They were met with laughter and chatter and the smell of ale and smoke.
"On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man."
They took off their gloves and hats as they approached the bar – some of the laughter had died down and people stared at the two newcomers with wary eyes.
A man at the bar was wiping a mug with a dirty cloth but looked up at the siblings.
"Can I help ya?" he asked with a frown on his face as he put away the mug and cloth.
The woman's painted red lips turned upwards into a smile.
"We'd like to book a room."
The man called Harry Fenton, the owner of the Garrison, pressed his lips together and studied them for a moment before shrugging.
"For how long?"
The woman shared a look with her brother before saying: "Indefinitely."
"In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand"
