Sugar and Cyanide
Like sugar and cyanide
These worlds are going to collide
It was another gloomy and cold evening in London and Jackson was aimlessly wondering around the streets in a remote area, away from the hustle and bustle of the city centre, when his eyes caught a glimpse of strawberry blond hair. emIt's her!/em His heart pounding, he ran towards the girl and called out the name he had repeated numerous times in his dreams.
"Lydia!"
But to his disappointment, when the girl turned around, it was a complete stranger. She looked puzzled and quickly walked away as he mumbled his apology. emWhy the hell did I think it was her when I know for a fact that she is back in Beacon Hills? /emJackson kicked an empty beer can, which was lying around the pavement, towards a dark alley and swore under his breath. As he was about to walk away, a hooded figure suddenly emerged from the shadows and as he did so, the can that Jackson had kicked crushed under his boots.
"Watcha do that for?"
The stranger growled and Jackson caught a whiff of alcohol. He was about to apologise and get goig, when two more figures lurched into his view. One was swishing a pocket knife and the other was grinning and Jackson noticed that he was missing several teeth. Jackson realised that 'sorry' wasn't going to get him out of this. He sighed, clenched his fists and took a step towards the thugs as his eyes briefly glinted icy blue, when he was suddenly struck from behind and everything went black as he collapsed onto the cold wet asphalt path.
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When he opened his eyes and quickly sat up, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He put his hand on his head and realised that it was bandaged. As he began to recall the last moments in the dark alley, he looked around the room. White walls, wooden bedside table with its white paint peeling off, wooden stool, a small cactus on widow sill, his jacket hanging on a hook on the door, small window, a small stack of old dusty books on the floor. He was about to get up, when a door flung open and a girl holding a glass pitcher and a glass cup walked into the room. She had long messy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes with a hint of grey.
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she pour him a glass of water and handed it to him.
"Um…okay. A little dazed, but okay. Um…thanks to you I guess." Jackson answered after taking a sip. The girl pulled the wooden stool next to the bed and sat down as she began to explain.
"Not really, the buggers scuttled away as soon as they saw Little John come out of the pub."
"Ur…." Noticing the obvious confusion in Jackson's face, the girl quickly explained.
"Little John is 6'5 and a former boxing champion. He owns a pub down the street and he's well known around these parts. He was the one that carried you up here to my place…Because it was the closest from where you were attacked. We were going to call the ambulance, but Doc said it was nothing serious. He's my neighbour... He was the one that dressed your wound,so basically all I did was lend you my bed."
"Um…thanks. I'm Jackson by the way…"
"Evie."
And that's how he met her.
A/N: This is only a prologue so it's very short but thanks for reading and I hope you liked it. :) The title and verse in the beginning is from Seether's 'Tonight'