Author's Note: Hey, XantheXV here with yet another story. My very first From Hell story. I wanted to take a stab at it (anybody get that?) and give it a go. I actually watched that today, and the idea started floating around in my head. I was working on a chapter of Re: Kingdom Hearts while I was mulling it over, and had the urge to write it. Figure I might as well do so before I forget it. So don't worry, I will be working on my other stories, including finishing my Kingdom Hearts story, but I needed to get this story going before I totally lost it.

Again, this is my first From Hell story, so please be nice. I just hope that I'm able to keep Abberline and Godley in character. I'm hoping.

Please leave me a review, and constructive criticism only. NO FLAMES!

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own From Hell. I only own my OC and a DVD copy.


Chapter One

The gentle bump of the carriage against the cobblestone streets of London woke her up from her troubled sleep. The death of her parents brought on the nightmares that kept her from getting a peaceful night's sleep for the past month, and Lucy Miller believed that escaping the country to go to the city might do her some good.

Lucy was fortunate to have found the advertisement in the paper or else she would have been stuck in their little cottage with the memory of her parents haunting her. Said advertisement was clutched in her hand, along with the letter she had received from the woman who posted it. Her bag sat on the seat next to her, and because of the cross breeze, Lucy pulled her coat around her tighter to keep herself warm.

The carriage came to a slow stop, and the driver announced that they were there. Lucy checked the address on the advertisement, and then looked at the address on the building. She had indeed arrived. Lucy opened the carriage door and grabbed her only bag, carefully getting out. She closed the carriage door and then began fumbling in her pocket for money, which she handed to the driver when she found it. As soon as the money was in his hand, the driver nodded and then drove off.

Lucy watched as the carriage drove off and then looked around at her surroundings. It was a quite night on the streets of London. Because of the cold, not many people were out and about. Feeling the chill of the air, Lucy walked up the stairs of the building and knocked on the door. A kind-looking woman with soft green eyes and greying-blonde hair answered the door, dressed in nothing but her nightdress and her robe.

"Can I help you dear?" she asked.

"Yes," Lucy answered. "I'm looking for Mrs. Godley?"

The woman smiled. "I am Mrs. Godley. What can I do for you this evening?"

"My name is Lucy Miller, Mrs. Godley. I'm here on behalf of your advertisement and letter."

"Oh, of course! Do come in, child, away from the cold!"

Mrs. Godley opened the door wider to allow her inside. Lucy kept a tight grip on her luggage, and quickly walked in.

"Feel free to take off your coat and hang it on the hook next to the door," the older woman said. "I trust your journey was well?"

"Yes, ma'am," was Lucy's answer. "A little bumpy, but what can you expect from country roads?"

"Yes, well, London's streets aren't any better, dear." Mrs. Godley stated. She looked around the house, as if trying to remember something. She wiped her hands on her robe, and then turning her attention back to Lucy, she said, "Well, I suppose a tour of the house is in order. But first let me show you to your room."

Lucy nodded and picked up her bag, following Mrs. Godley up the staircase leading to the second floor.

"You said in your letter that you could cook, clean, and sew, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lucy answered. "I'm afraid I don't know how to make refined, gourmet meals, but I'm sure I'll be able to manage."

"Not to worry, dear. Not too keen on big, fancy meals myself. And don't worry about making the meals yourself. You're mainly just helping me around the house. I'm getting old, and I can't necessarily do all of the chores by myself anymore."

"Oh! I was under the impression that I would—"

Mrs. Godley stopped in front a door on the right and turned to Lucy, shaking her head and smiling. "Nonsense! I may be getting old, but I can still do most of the chores. So don't worry about doing them all yourself. You're here to help, not do everything for me. I'm not one of those high-and-mighty ladies of the upper class who believe that they are only there to please their men. I please my husband differently, thank you!"

Lucy looked shocked and surprised by the older woman's statement. "I'm sorry if I have offended you, ma'am," she said as she looked to the floor.

Mrs. Godley chuckled and smiled. "No need to apologize, dear. You didn't offend me. I'm just a tad bit opinionated."

Lucy smiled, and Mrs. Godley opened the door to the room, gesturing for Lucy to enter. As she walked in, Lucy took a moment to look at her surroundings. Along the right wall was a four poster bed decorated with deep, maroon curtains with matching sheets on the bed, with a nightstand off to the side, with a single lamp on it. On the far wall, there was a pair of double doors that opened up to a balcony. The closet was on the left wall with a desk situated on its left, while in the far corner of the room, between the closet and the balcony, and a piano.

"This is to be your room," Mrs. Godley said, nearly causing Lucy to jump at the woman's voice.

"My room?" Lucy questioned, surprise that such a grand room could be considered hers.

"Yes. Go ahead and put your luggage on the bed, so that I can give you the grand tour."

Lucy smiled, and did as she was told. Closing the door behind her, she walked down to the first floor with Mrs. Godley in the lead. She first showed Lucy the parlor, where she was told she was free to go as long as the chores were done. It was a decent sized parlor, with a fireplace placed along the center wall, an arm chair on one side of it facing a small table in the center of the room, and a rocking chair on the other side of the fireplace facing the table. A couch was situated on another side of the table, closest to the doors leading into the parlor, facing the fireplace. Bookshelves lined the outer walls of the parlor, and were filled with books, nick-knacks, pictures, and small busts of various Greek gods and goddesses.

Mrs. Godley took the liberty of showing her the garden, which was in the back yard, and then showed her the kitchen.

"This is most likely where you'll be spending your time," the older woman explained. "Breakfast isn't going to be much of a bother, since Mr. Godley leaves in the morning for work, so the only thing you'll have to worry about in the morning is making him tea or something small. Lunch won't be much of anything either, but dinner will. Work tires poor Mr. Godley out, God bless him, and he tends to be rather hungry. So unless he says otherwise, dinner is going to be your main worry."

Lucy nodded in understanding, but then asked, "Otherwise, ma'am?"

"Yes, sometimes him and the inspector have to stay late to fill out paperwork. Don't know why, though. They're pretty much doing that during the day already."

Lucy tried to stifle a giggle. "So, he's on the force?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Yes, God bless his soul."

As if on cue, the two women heard the front door opened, and none other than the sergeant himself entered the house and closed the door, setting his keys on a small table next to the door. "Helen?" he called out.

"In the kitchen," Mrs. Godley answered.

Sergeant Peter Godley waltzed into the kitchen and walked up to his wife. "Sorry I'm late," he said, giving Helen a peck on the lips.

"I understand," she said. "Dinner is on the stove."

Looking in the direction that Helen was pointing, Godley hurried over and grabbed the plate of chicken and potatoes. As he made his way to sit at the table, he caught sight of Lucy.

"And who is this?" he asked as he placed his plate on the table.

"This is our new housekeeper," Helen said, placing her hands on the young girl's shoulders.

Lucy smiled, and held out her hand. "Lucy Miller, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Godley took her outstretched hand. "Peter Godley. Likewise."

"Do you mind making a pot of tea, Lucy? I'm sure we could all use a cup to warm our bones," Helen asked.

"Of course, ma'am."

Lucy took off immediately, washing her hands and then setting to make the tea. Once it was done, she poured two cups and handed them to the Godley's.

Seeing that she wasn't making on for herself, Helen looked to her and asked, "Aren't you going to have a cup, Lucy?"

Lucy shook her head. "No thank you, ma'am. Do either of you need anything, or will it be alright if I turn in for the night?"

Helen looked at Godley, surprise evident in her wide, green eyes. Godley was equally surprised.

"No, dear. Go to bed," Helen finally said. "I know you've had a long journey and probably want to unpack."

"Thank you, ma'am." Lucy bowed her head and took her leave, heading upstairs and up to her room.

As soon as she was within her bedroom walls, Lucy closed the door and then walked to her bed. She opened her bag and pulled out all of the dresses she owned. She hung them up in the closet and placed the rest of her clothes in the dresser that was on the other side of the closet. She placed her spare shoes in there as well. Lucy carefully took out her stationary set and placed it on the desk.

Once she was done unpacking, Lucy slipped out of her dress and into her nightdress and then walked over to the balcony doors and locked them. She then walked to the bedroom door and locked it as well. She was nearly to her bed when she turned back to the bedroom door and unlocked it, figuring it would be a good idea in case her employers needed her for some reason.

Lucy pulled back the maroon covers and slipped in, pulling the covers over her to keep her warm on this chilly night. She had never felt a bed so soft, and within a matter of minutes, Lucy was asleep.


A/N: So, there you have it. I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading, and please don't forget to review!

~Xanthe