Hey guys! I've been thinking about writing this story for a while, it's changed directions a couple of times and I still needed to edit. I wanted to introduce an OC that was different to some others that I've been reading, so I decided to make Sienna involved in crime herself with a dark past in comparison to an innocent OC that gets caught up in it. I'm not sure how it's all going at the moment but I wanted to put it on here so others can enjoy! please review if you're reading this, it would mean the world to me and can be your good deed of the day! It will take a couple of seconds and I love hearing what people think or what people want to happen next, so please review! Have a beautiful day my lovelies!
The sun shone over London- a rare occurrence, and Jim Moriarty decided to sit out on his balcony today, in the home of his very expensive flat. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, setting his paperwork down on the clean, shiny table, and leaned over, watching the people of London bustle away. He liked to watch them from up here, like a king studies his subjects. They looked like little ants, working hard to take crumbs home to their little families, while he played God in his tower. A glint shone in his eye and he narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He looked at it, the shine glinting back and forth. A woman- he could barely make her out, but saw long auburn hair, a white summery dress, and a gold watch- the subject of his annoyance- on a slender wrist. He wasn't sure if it was the sun, or paranoia, but the woman seemed to be looking right and him and smiling, almost like she was making him see her on purpose. He sent Sebastian down at once, of course, but she was gone.
Chapter One: Burn The Witch – Queens of the Stone Age
The receptionist, Jane, had seen her coming. They all had. She was like a mirage, appearing in the doorway before them, sunlight streaming behind her. Long, auburn hair, in a sleek ponytail. Killer legs in black, shiny louboutins, a pencil skirt that clung to the curves of her perfect bum, a smart white blouse, black jacket and briefcase clasped in a slender white hand. Her head was held high, like royalty, and she walked with an elegance and grace that other woman in the office couldn't seem to muster. She was an absolute legend, of course. Jane saw the green, piercing eyes surveying her, inch by inch, twinkling as her pink lips curved to a smile. Jane was reminded of a cat- the arrogance and confident mixed with a certain luxury of life. And she had walked right back in like nothing had changed over the years. Everybody froze. The woman glanced around, seeming to enjoy the tension. Who wouldn't? Even after years, she was remembered. She was the best in the business. The Consultorium was an underground business, of sorts. It was a business that helped clients fix problems that were… complicated. It was a powerful place, with an army of lawyers and police paid of to keep quite about their unconventional and unethical ways of dealing with situations. But still, they retained absolute professionalism, in everything they do. This was the original owner, the enigmatic Sienna Wolfe, that mysteriously up and left a few years ago. Jane's hands were clammy as the woman effortlessly glided towards her. The Queen of Crime herself.
Sienna Wolfe walked into the auditorium, hearing murmurs. It had been- hmm, three years? Some probably wouldn't know who she was, but she'd soon change that. Her shoes clacked and clicked against the cold hard floor as she strolled to the desk.
"Miss Wolfe- you-" the receptionist spluttered, but Sienna held her finger aloft.
"Cancel all his appointments, will you? Thanks" she said, breezing past and heading to the lift. Sienna's fingernail- delicately patterned, long and shaped, pressed number ten. Different floors were assigned to different jobs, from the more mundane to the exciting. Marital issues and private investigating, to lending loans and finally, floor ten. Floor ten was something of its own. Each office was locked with an eye and finger scanner which only the manager and occupant of room could open. One big red button at the desk could immediately burn all traces of files, and of course- what was on display on the walls were on a mechanism so that, if searched, the items on the wall would disappear down a chute into a cargo truck which would be driven to a location far away. Sienna pressed her finger to the manager's office, pleased to see the green light and a click. Even after years, she was still in the system. He'd know she was here, of course- news travelled fast. Lo and behold, when she got to his office, there was a narrow, silver teapot with a trail of steam rising into the air.
"Tea, Sienna?" he asked her, his hair dashed with silver now. Still handsome, still smart.
"Thanks, Thomas" she smiled at him. "Shall we get straight to it?"
"Why don't we go through the motions of small talk, first? I've been curious as to what trouble you've got yourself into" he said, pouring some earl gray into a china teacup. Sienna sat in the hard, leather seat, crossing one elegant leg over the other. She accepted the cup with a thanks, studying Tom.
"All right. Did a bit of travelling, saw the world and burnt a bit of a hole in my pocket, I suppose. Had a nice little week or two in Scotland, but I suppose I must have pissed them off because half or Scotland are now trying to kill me" she shrugged. Thomas sighed.
"I should've known you'd have brought angry scots to our doors" He said, with a look of fatherly disapproval. Sienna's eyes glanced around the office. He'd upsized, considerably. Monochrome colours, very… futuristic.
"nothing you can't handle, my darling" she tutted. "But I've decided to come back, earn some petty cash"
"We both know you don't need money, Sienna. And as much as I'd like to dream, we both know you didn't come back to see me. So, why are you here?"
"I heard about Jim Moriarty" she said honestly, sipping at her tea. "He intrigued me. Apparently he's becoming a problem for you, the company. Anyone who's big enough to bring trouble for you is big enough to be a challenge. And you know me, Tom, I do love a challenge" She stood now, pacing. She wanted to get this little conversation over with and begin her work. She was an impatient soul, getting excited and riled up, before tearing into something, like a Rottweiler.
"You want to go after Moriarty? Jesus, Sienna. I'm telling you- this guy's big. Calls himself a consulting criminal. He's taking out clients out of our hands because their too scared to come to us instead of him now"
"God, who would've thought what a big market there is for assassins" Sienna murmured. "Humans really are vile creatures. Anyway, I suppose another job can't do me any harm. I'll take this one from you, Tom. E-mail me the files, if you will"
"Sienna, I'll urge you to consider this" Tom warned, and she paused, halfway through the door. "I'm warning you, this isn't going to be easy"
Sienna paused. Ah, that look of fatherly concern. "I wouldn't have come back if it was" she replied, before walking out of the room. Tom leant back in his chair, pushing the tea away and reaching for the bottle of brandy under his desk. He breathed a sigh. This was going to be very interesting- from here on out, it was going to go very well, or very badly for him.
Sienna stepped into her new flat. It was just like the others- cold, unfeeling. Empty. She sat on the black leather sofa, leaning back and sighing. What a stressful day. She'd had to flee Scotland quickly, leaving her business unresolved. That irritated her.
She'd had a life of crime her whole life, it was all she'd known. From the brutal murder of her parents to Thomas raising her, she'd been involved in dark matters. Finally, she'd left, deciding to leave it behind. But of course, she couldn't help herself. The danger, the excitement, was embedded into her system, its tendrils wrapped round her delicate DNA structure. She thirsted for it. But she had a code. When Sienna became an assassin, she became detached. It is taking a life- no easy feat. It would not do to get involved. But she did not kill people for no reason. She had a rulebook of sorts- Who To Kill. Only those who brought disgrace to humanity, those who have committed heinous crimes or murder. But still, taking life after life took its toll on her, she'd made enemies. And when in Scotland, she foolishly placed her trust in the wrong man. He double crossed her after a deal, and she killed the leader of the SGA- Scotland's guns artillery.
She couldn't figure out why she'd come back- not really. Yes, Jim Moriarty did intrigue her- his reach over the world was impressive. Maybe she was jealous- she used to rule the world, and now someone else was playing the game. Maybe because it was someone like him that killed her parents. Maybe it was because killing was all she was good for. But she was back in London now, and she was going to blow it apart.
She opened her laptop, looking into her emails. Already were the files on Moriarty were sent to her and she studied him. But she rarely found these useful. For a case this big, she had to become… involved. She'd have to gain his interest and hold it. She'd probably have to seduce him, but that was a last option. Now the question was- will she destroy his business, or simply take it over? Others will follow where he would fall, if she didn't take the throne. In her emails, another one from Thomas. An invitation. She grinned, sensing an opportunity to make an impression, scope out her target and buy a new dress. The last ball that Thomas held was a sort of leaving do for her, and it had been extremely eventful. Sienna was excited at the opportunity to show everyone that she was back, and she meant business.
And so, that night, she began her plan. It was her favourite part- well, almost. She loved looking at the different characters she could play the ways in which she could destroy him. But Jim Moriarty was a clever man- a shark. He'd sense the slightest waver if her façade fell. She was going to play it straight- be herself. Next, the manner in which he should die. Most women favour poisons. She loved Aconite, herself. Declared to be the 'queen of all poisons', it was virtually undetectable, causing a heart attack. Even the smallest drop would suffice. Or did she go in, all guns blazing, create a bloody scene that would set up her stage as she took over the criminal kingdom? She still needed to deal with the Scots- of course. They were particularly clever, but they had a lot of guns and manpower. That would become a problem for her, she mused over a cup of tea. Perhaps she could shoot two birds with one stone? It was all in the planning. Even at 4:00am, when the criminals came out to play and the rest of the world tucked away, she stayed, on the floor with files spread out, creating her masterpiece. When she was done, she walked over to a photograph of London on her wall, pressing the circle that represented the face of Big Ben. A little feature she'd admired, the photograph sunk back into the wall, allowing her to slip her files in the hole underneath and pressed the clock again, and the photograph whirred back into its original placement.
She stood on top of her balcony, seeing the black, winding Thames in the distance. She sighed, thinking of her parents. Would they be proud of who she was? She doubted it. Thomas said they were involved in spying and assassinations themselves, but still, something told her they didn't want that life for her. Maybe they shouldn't have died and left me, she thought bitterly, as the wind made her hair swirl in the night skin, raising goose bumps on her flesh. She didn't want to do this anymore. But was it possible, creating a new life, no crime involved? She'd tried that, and failed. No, it was not possible for her to have a normal life, even if she wanted it. It would drive her mad. No, she was going to kill Moriarty, take over his business, and become the leader again. Her title of Queen of Crime would help her, of course. Luckily Moriarty's arrogance would let him underestimate her, and then it'll be too late.