Author's Note: Hello there, my little readers...This is the first time I've posted one of my sort-of-Victorian stories. And on fanfiction, no less. It's a pretty big step for me, so be harsh. Be as mean as you can if you want to help me improve. It would be much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns the Gallagher Girls and Blackthorne Boys mentioned/included in the story. This is a work of FICTION. All characters and/or events are strictly of the imagination and do not pertain to reality.
Dedication: This entire story is dedicated to my cousin, for being there through everything. Cheers to our recently patched up friendship and fingers crossed for a better year to come.
Now, may I present to you...Forbidden.
Prologue
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"Run all you want, my sweet. There's nowhere to go."
The dark chuckle reached the girl's ears and she forced her feet to move faster. Her short legs didn't allow her to get far before she was tripping, tumbling, falling down the steep hill.
She stood on shaky legs and clambered over to a tree, looking for a low branch. When she couldn't find one, her heart pounded even harder and tiny, salty tears rolled down her cheeks. There was no way out now.
A sense of dread swam to the surface of her emotions, demanding to be felt over the overwhelming fear that took control of her body. She dropped down, defeated, and crumpled her little body into a ball, black hair billowing down her back and around her shoulders.
She cried quietly, wishing on every star in the universe, praying to every god she knew of, and pleading with the fates to let her live—to let her get away from that awful nightmare.
The sounds of laughter, merry and evil at the same time, drifted to her ears. He was getting closer, she could tell. Her sobs became loud, ear-piercing wails, and she knew he would get her. She knew she would die.
A cold hand touched her shoulder, one index finger tracing the vein in her neck up, up, up—until he reached her chin. He lifted her face and she couldn't help herself. She let one eye open and immediately wished she hadn't.
Crouching a foot away from her, his face a mere distance from her own, was a man. At least, she thought he was a man until he caught a stray tear on his fingertip and slowly brought it to his mouth. His eyes flashed and he licked the teardrop with the sadistic gleam in his eyes.
"Come, little one. I won't harm you."
His voice rang out, almost hypnotizing her into agreeing. But she knew he was lying and stayed exactly where she was, trying to keep her body from trembling at the closeness of this stranger. The man's eyes narrowed dangerously and he growled in anger.
"Then I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way."
A knife was suddenly at her throat. Her tears started again as she felt the pressure coming from the cold blade. And then it was gone.
She looked down to see the man, lying at her feet, face down in the ground and red liquid seeping down his back. Shocked, the girl stayed motionless as the sound of footsteps drew nearer.
Another man stepped out of the trees, tucking a gun into the side of his pants. His dark hair matched hers, but the emerald eyes were much different from her dull grey ones. He steadily approached her, sadness lurking behind his eyes, before he lifted her into his warm arms and carried her back the way he had come.
"Who are you?" she whispered, afraid.
When he didn't answer, she burrowed into the warmth of his jacket and closed her eyes. And sleep came.
Author's Note: This is just the prologue. It seemed a bit darker than my usual *bitter smile* but I guess I'll clean it up later. Give me reviews, I give you my love! Or read silently. I'm a silent reader too (sometimes). *Big Grin*