Author's Note:
Okay so this is my first story ever, please be gentle with the criticism. I wish to make a funny, romantic and adventurous story featuring Sherlock Holmes and my OC Ariana Dale . I hope you enjoy it and review it. Don't worry, all your review will be read by me and will be taken in consideration. Vote, review and have fun!
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At 21 years old you think you saw most of the world and that you know and understand at least half of it, well I am here to prove you wrong. It all starts in September, the city of London is as crowded and as moist as ever maybe even worse. I just got the job as a landlady on 221b Baker Street . Mrs. Hudson a good friend of my family is retiring after 20 years of hard work with "That devil of a man" as she says.
I am dressed in a dark green dress , a bit too elegant for a landlady but it is my favorite dress, my dark brown hair was tied up, in my right hand I am carrying my suitcase and in my left hand is the letter sent by Mrs. Hudson with the address on it. Finally after 2 hours of walking from the train station I fond the lovely house of which I was landlady. As I arrived there a loud gunshot sound rung through the air. Calmly, I walked to the door and knocked, after 2 minutes a tall, handsome and kept man answered the door, in that moment I knew this was not Mr. Holmes but Mr. Watson, Mr. Holmes associate. " Good evening , Miss. How may I help you?" "Good evening Dr. Watson! My name is Ariana Dale, I am the new land lady and housekeeper. Didn't Mrs. Hudson announce you of my arrival? She asked me to come today for an interview of sorts. If I came at a wrong time do tell me, I will come back another time. " " No,no, don't worry Miss Dale. Do come in, Mr. Holmes will be right down for the interview. Please sit down, would you like anything coffee, tea?" " I would love a cup of tea Mr. Watson and please call me Ariana" " Than, Ariana, you can call me John. I will ask the maid to prepare a cup of tea right away. I am afraid this is her last day too so you will take the job of maid too. I am awfully sorry." "Don't worry John I think I can handle the work." As I said those words another gunshot shook the house. " Miss Ariana I am going to get Holmes and stop him from ruining the house. Please excuse me. Oh and a bit of a warning, Holmes is a detective as you probably know so he will tend to analyse and expose your darkest secrets. " " Thank you for the warning, John! I will be prepared." with that being said Watson climbed up the stairs and made his way in what I believed was Mr. Holmes room. After a few moments you cold hear yelling from the room. " HOLMES! What have you done to the dog again? You killed my dog again!" " It is not your dog but our dog and it's not dead it is just paralysed, the effect should go off in 2 hours I suppose" " You suppose? It is no wonder that your devilish ways made poor Mrs. Hudson to retire early. Now come down Holmes, her poor replacement arrived and you have to interview her." " A new nanny? Interesting but my dear Watson I don't think I need a new nanny..." " You don't think you need one? Look at this house without someone to look after you,you will definitely break it down! At least come down and see her, I beg you Holmes!" " Well if you ask so nicely old chap then I will see her but I don't guarantee anything." After that last phrase I heard two pairs of feet coming down the stairs. At first I saw only Watson but behind him a wonderful, handsome and apparently unkempt man appeared. His dark eyes scrutinising every fibre of my body making me shiver under his hot gaze. I froze in the middle of the room, my eyes glued on his, my heart was raging in my chest beating at a furious pace, ready to burst out of my heart. I opened my mouth to say something, anything but nothing came out I was opening and closing my mouth like a fish, like a fool I was.
COME ON! Say something, greet him, present yourself, just wake up! With this thought I went up to him and greeted him. "Good evening, Sir!" "Oh, yes where are my manners! Holmes allow me to present you Mrs. Ariana Dale, hopefully our new landlady and maid. She came here with recommendation from Mrs. Hudson.", said Watson while slowly pushing Holmes towards me. " Yes, good evening to you too Mrs. Dale. My name is Sherlock Holmes, as you know I am a detective so please if you would let me analyse you..." " Holmes! I don't think it is proper to..." "Of course Mr. Holmes, but after you analyse me may I do the same thing to you sir?" " I think it only fair." " Perfect, Mr. Holmes! Now let's begin!" " As you wish. Well you are dressed very elegant but not too rich making me think you come from a middle class family, you do not wear any jewellery except the ring on your right hand middle finger, I believe your deceased mother's ring. You packed a lot of things making me believe you are a very confident person. You have a scar on your right leg right above your knee it is probably made by a stab wound that occurred 2 years ago at about the same time as your parent's death, am I right?" At this moment I was red with fury and tears singed my eyes waiting to spill on my cheeks but I wouldn't let them. " Yes you are quite right Mr. Holmes. Now may I proceed with my analysis?" " Of course you may...if you can tell one thing right about me then I will give you this job if not you will be requested to leave immediately." " Fair trade, Sir! Now Mr. Holmes I can tell that you are involved with a woman between 20 and 25 years old, she is american, she came by 2 days ago and she wears the perfume called Delire . Right now you are highly drugged, cocaine I think, after the length of your unshaven beard you haven't had a case in a week and after the glint in your eyes the woman from America arrived with a case for you is it not sir?" When I looked up I saw that Watson had his mouth agape in shock and Holmes had a strange sparkle in his look like a hunter would have when ready to attack his prey. That look was unnerving, sending waves of unknown shivers through me. After a few seconds Watson came back to earth and said in a shocked voice " She was right with everything she said, Holmes. Amazing, just amazing!" I felt myself blushing at this compliment and I looked down in embarrassment. " You are right Watson, she was right. So Miss. Dale I guess you are hired, you start tomorrow morning. Today you can fix up your room and settle down your possessions . Your apartment is right next to mine, Watson will guide you there and offer you a tour of the house. Now if you will excuse me I have a case to solve, right Watson old chap?" " But Holmes! Mary is waiting for me..." " It's perfectly fine John I think Mr. Holmes can show me to my room and tomorrow if you would like you may show me the rest of this lovely house." Holmes grunted and accepted my proposal as Watson was smiling and thanking me for my understanding. After John left, Holmes told me to follow him upstairs and showed me my room. It was small but welcoming, the walls were painted a warm beige and they were full of paintings and pictures of places in London, the floor was made out of chocolate brown wood, contrasting lightly with the walls and on the floor was a lovely tan with beige Persian-like rug with red flourishing. The furniture consisted of a small bed with cream sheets, a brown night stand, a small desk, a relatively big bookshelf, a drawer for my clothes and a lovely mirror with a chair and a small table in front of it. On the right hand wall was a beautiful little fireplace. The room was perfect I had everything I needed to live happily all my life, I finally felt home, where I needed to be.
So this is the first one! hopefully you will like it! Vote and review!