I DO NOT OWN ABRAHAM LINCOLN: VAMPIRE HUNTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I do own Sophia Winters, though. She's mine.
Trapped
Sophia Winters had always been a bit of a daydreamer. Her mother would always have to nag on her to do her daily chores because she would be staring out the window. She had always wondered what it would be like to be trapped in a full of monsters, of magical beings.
The young brunette southern girl, only being a tender sixteen years of age at the time, had gotten into writing. She would always go to the forest at night, find herself a good fallen tree or stump to sit on, and write to her heart's content in the pale moonlight. It was the same pattern for days, weeks even...until she found that pale man. Then everything changed.
His skin was so pale that it would glow in the moonlight. His eyes were so blue that they seemed fake. His hair as black as a raven's feather. And he was so cold.
Sophia couldn't help but think it was a little funny that all of a sudden he would be there one night, at her favorite writing spot. It seemed like, that first night, he had been waiting for her. Like he had been watching her for some time.
He had introduced himself as Adam.
Sophia had thought that he was sweet. She had thought, naively, cold hands warm heart.
He had helped with her writing. His ideas were perfect when she was stuck. They were always dark, full of monsters, vampires, werewolves even...
She had thought that he'd just had an amazing imagination.
Oh, how wrong she had been.
TWO YEARS LATER
Sophia, now eighteen, was absolutely trapped in that world she had daydreamed about years before. She thought she would love it. She was dead wrong. She hated it.
She cried herself to sleep every night. She wanted to see her parents again. She missed her friends. She missed her life. The poor girl was merely a shell of who she had been.
She had to admit, though...Adam took good care of her. He never got angry with her, bit her, or mistreated her in any way. She would have felt like a princess, had she not still been being held captive. She never knew why he was so fond of her. She sure as hell knew that his sister, Vadoma, wasn't.
Sophia couldn't even bring herself to write anymore. Whenever she did, the story would end terribly. Everyone would die. No happily ever after.
"That's because I won't ever have my happily ever after." Sophia murmured, stacking the journal that was filled with yet another depressing story on top of the fifteen other journals.
"Finish another one?" Adam's voice rang out from within the confines of her room at the plantation. Sophia had gotten used to him just...appearing in her room with no warning.
Turning around to face Adam, who was leaning nonchalantly on her bedpost, she heaved a sigh, "Yes..." She mumbled, "Another one that will never become anything. Just another silly story." She continued, her delicate, barely used voice going from frustrated to devastated in a few words.
Sophia looked away from Adam and went to go sit in the rocking chair that was in the corner. In the short few moments that she had her back to him, multiple tears streamed down her delicate cheeks. She wiped them away hastily before she faced him again as she sat down.
She knew that he could still tell, but she just didn't want him to see her cry.
Brown eyes met blue ones and they couldn't look away.
What happened next happened so fast.
She hadn't been able to take it anymore. The attraction that she'd had for two years. To a vampire. It was so stupid, but how could she resist?
Sophia had closed the space between them and, without hesitation, connected her lips with his.
It was like fire and ice.
It was perfect.
They were perfect.