A/N: So helloooooo, nice too see your checking out my story .
So this is my first ever story, so please be kind, I did this whilst i was bored and i thought it might be interesting. So i hope you enjoy and this is based around the books and the movies, so excuse me if I get anything wrong, i'm just going with how I picture it in my head :D
The story was actually just going too be a romance novel based in the 1800's but then i really couldn't be bothered...so i changed everything :3 hurhurhuuur.
^_^ so once again I hope you enjoy!
Music: Yiruma: river flows through you
Yiruma: Till I find you.
Something was off.
It was so off; people could say it was mysteriously enticing.
Even a common whore, who (if they were too stand) stood in those leather bound shoes of mine would have been able too feel it. Though they might have been filled with raging lust, for the man who stood in front of me was a god amongst the men of this unholy earth. Many people have said I had a strange taste in men, my parents included, as I had always found the most unusual traits endearing.
My childhood love, Patrick Wayne, or as I so fondly called him, 'Patty' was a strange boy too say the least. Always commenting on a passing persons nose or eyebrow shape or even the way they present themselves. Though the thing that made me fall for him was how obsessed he was with the idea of death. The mere thought of it usually would send cold shivers down ones spine, though for Patty, it was a turn on. Indeed strange I know, though I should have seen all the warning signs, but I have never once regretted crushing on old Patty.
See Patty was so warped with the idea of death he would do things called 'experiments'.
Meaning he drowned his neighbour's cat, set a disabled man on fire (on accident of course, though he could have been lying) and much more. I believe drowning his neighbours cat was really the cause of old Patty's demise, though his neighbour, Mr Childs believed, and still does, otherwise, and has so forth convinced our town of Devon that Patty took one of his experiments too far. Though earlier that day I remember clearly Mr Childs eyeing Pat like the way he eyes cattle he's about too slaughter. It's safe too say the next morning Patty was found hanged over the pool which he so lovingly drowned Mr Childs cat.
Now before I get too carried off describing the many crushes, or obsessions as my sibling kindly sometimes puts it, I should refer back too the man-god in front of me, or maybe how I came across him.
It all started this morning, which according too the newspaper, was Sunday the 3rd of August. My mother, a temperamental woman in her late 30's asked me so kindly too fetch some milk, bread and of course bacon from the tiny store our town calls a supermarket. I don't want you too get the wrong impression of my mother; she's quite a lovely person. It's just she has a bit of a short temper, especially in the morning, and has a bit of an unfair way of punishing people.
People as in my sister and I.
Though then again I am a hormonal teenager and I believe everything adults do is unfair.
So I guess my younger sister, Madeleine asked mum a silly question and mum being the morning person she is, told her too sod off until her morning coffee was ready.
But Mum is quite picky with her coffee per-say, so when there is no milk, well… all hell breaks loose.
"WHY IS THERE NO MILK IN MY GOD DAMN FRIDGE!"
Oh mum.
So after the morning ritual of mum yelling at inanimate objects for half an hour until she realised Maddy had left the room, she called me down, not caring for my beauty sleep at all and pretty much commanded me too march my tush too the supermarket, making me loath that the nearest store was half way across the town, and not outside our doorstep. Trudging outside too the rusty white gates, I turned slightly too look up at the window where my sister was pathetically trying to get my attention, her rock music softly travelling with the winds direction out the window she was currently leaning out of. My sister was a huge fan of rock and metal bands, but she always had an interest in Japanese rock, or as she called it 'J-rock'. My sister was highly obsessed with anything Japan related, thus making her dream job too be a translator. She'd been learning Japanese since she was six, and I guess I have too hand it too her, she was pretty talented. Though Maddy was and has always been the family genius too say, of course at times I envy her knowledgeable brain, but I guess we can't have everything. Maddy is quite beautiful I believe, though not a lot of boys take notice of her, because of her large obsession and her obscenely large nose. I'm not saying women with large noses aren't beautiful, it's just Maddy has always been quite sensitive about her looks. Her nose is quite aristocrat I think, it gave her that all knowing look. She has a prominent bridge, like all our family of course, though her nose was a bit crooked. I've always been jealous of her chocolate eyes (even though they were quite small) and her lustrous thick curls. Everything about Madeleine was puffy, even her height added too this factor, Maddy stood at a small 5'1 whilst I dwarfed her with a 5'4 almost 5'5 stature.
Everything about Maddy and I were almost completely opposite, I was a bean pole compared too her, as Maddy's hour-glass figure gave her the curves I had always desired. My Body was long and I had small curves and was flat as my cousin Jerry. I suppose you can guess that Madeleine was quite well endowed, but they annoyed her too no end.
From when she was cleaning, too head banging too her newest album, they always got in the way. I always tell her too wear a better bra, she tells me too stop going through her wardrobe.
Oh sister love.
" Annie! Make sure you get me some Hershey's chocolate, yeah? I ran out!" Madeleine shouted.
Nodding, I kicked a poor rock out of my way as I opened the gate, which in turn gave a loud creaking noise in protest. Sighing at the old piece of metal, I racked a hand though my dark hair, toying with the thought of getting a new gate as this could probably only last another year or so, but quickly regretted my actions when I pulled my hand out of my hair I noticed chipped pieces of white paint on it.
"Great, now I most probably have suggestive white crap in my hair" I muttered, wiping the white substance onto my overly large knitted sweater, that I of course made myself.
Maybe whilst I make the journey too the supermarket, I should tell you about myself, yes?
Well as you may have concluded my name is Annie, short for Annabelle.
Annabelle Marie Floros.
Quite plain I know, but I think it suits me fine.
So anyway, my dad's family is originally from Greece, though his dad (my grandfather) moved from Athens too London when he was 23, taking his pregnant wife with him. 8 months later they had my dad, who then grew up and met my mum when he was 17. Apparently they hit it off quite well, getting married 3 years later and had me a year after that and two years later, out popped Maddy. My mum is Irish decent, though that's a bit boring if you ask me, Sometimes I wish I was decent from a French person. Though that might be because I had a slight obsession with the rococo period about a year or two back.
I was brought back from my reverie when I caught site of our little 'supermarket' and made a beeline for it. My small shoulder bag tapping ever so slightly against the side of my bum, the coins rattling occasionally, the sun annoyingly stabbing my eyes with its rays, I ever so slightly stumbled on rocks that littered the ground making me probably looking like a drunk. As I reached the door I caught sight of my reflection in the shiny plastic doors, My dark flat as a plank hair was half pinned back by a floral clip, My wide set deep brown eyes looking ever so tired, my lips pulled into a slight scowl and then my eyes travelled too my nose. See in our family our noses were quite big, though while my sister up holded the family tradition, mine was probably the most normal size, but instead of a crooked nose like my sibling, it took a slight hook shape making my appearance unusual. Usually people hated their noses, but I liked mine. What I hated was the slight baby fat around my cheeks that wouldn't leave, it made me look like a child… and the flat chest never helps with the sex appeal. Noticing how vain I must look staring at myself, I hurried inside and grabbed a silver trolley. My loafers squeaking slightly when I took a turn down the ail, whilst my long skirt swished around me when I turned too look at the types of cheeses. I love cheese, when I was little I never got why the kids at school giggled whenever they asked if I liked blue cheese.
I still don't.
Pulling my over-sized sweater closer too me when I reached the frozen food section, I scanned the shelves for mums favourite brand. Checking the use-by date quickly I chucked it into the trolley and forwarded on, grabbing the rest of the items needed until all that was left was Maddy's chocolate. Leaning slightly on the trolley as I pushed it slightly making it glide on it's own, taking me with it, I turned into the sweet ail when I was stopped in my tracks.
If this was god, well I may have just become a nun.
A/N :3 please review!
I know it stopped short... neheh n_n
But if anyone out there seems too like it, i'll forward on :D
Thank you again~