Soo this story will be based on Raoul Silva and my OC. If you are here for James bond, you better leave, because you will not find him in this story. The story is merely based on Raouls mind, and the OC. I'm writing for pure joy and relief, and to improve my English. So no Sky fall line of story, just my fantasies, ideas. If you are interested in a story about a woman trying to keep herself together and a man who tries to win her over, then this is the story for you. I don't need flames, they will be ignored. I only want to write, and for you to be able to read. I do hope you enjoy my story and reviews would be appreciated greatly.

Little bit information before I start. Raoul is just like he is in the movies, yet alive. He is a sick man, we all know that. The story plays in England, where Raoul lives his life . You will find out more in the story as we go along.

Chapter 1.

Unlocking the door of my bookstore, I watched two little children slowly walk by the show case. I could tell they liked all the books and stuffed animals that sat there. I could also see they would never come inside my store, they came from the poor part of London. My heart felt a little heavy, watching this two small humans walk by, their heads down after seeing all the adventures they would never be able to read for themselves. My heart broke.

For me, life had always been just kind enough. I originally was from Holland, but since my uncle and aunt moved to England when I was eight, I now belonged here. My parents had passed away in a car accident when I was six, I never forgot the sound of true despair, when My uncle came for me, and told me what had happened to my parents. My world fell apart.

Grabbing two small books, I quickly walked to the door and stepped outside. The weather was already changing for winter, the cold air hit me with great force.

'Please wait!' I spoke loudly. I saw the two children still instantly, dead in their tracks. Very slowly the biggest one, a boy, turned around and watched me with small eyes.

'Yes miss?' I watched how his little companion turned as well, her dirty blonde hair dancing around her face, due to the wind.

'I have something for the both of you, I'm sure you will like it,' I kept my voice flat, hoping they would not be scared away by a nice gesture.

Hesitantly the boy released the girls hand and he took a step closer towards me.

'I'm sure it's not for us miss, I don't have money to pay for it,' His words hurt my heart a little more, but also urged me to hand him the books.

'They are a gift, from me. I'm sure you and your little friend would like to read,' I watched how his eyes lit up, and his hands carefully took the books, watching my face in disbelief.

'Just promise me you'll take care of the books, and enjoy them.'

The boy watched me for a few more seconds before he swallowed and gave the girl a book as well.

'Thank you miss! Anna, thank her', the boy said, urging his friend to talk to me. I watched the young girl hesitate before she watched from the book towards me, her eyes filled with something I saw so rarely in any child's eyes, well not the ones who came in my store. True happiness, and joy. She hugged the book to her chest and softly mumbled her thanks. I smiled warmly.

'Make sure to visit me sometime, you can tell me about the books,' I said with a wink, before I waved at them and entered the store once more.

The warm feeling of handing books to people who loved them as much as I did, always gave me a special feeling. The feeling of a childhood I had missed. My aunt and uncle took me in, when my parents passed. They fed me and clothed me, but I never received the love they gave their own children. I had always felt second best, a feeling that haunted me until this day.

I had friends, not many, but the few I had meant the world to me. I lived above my little store, alone. Every weekend my two friends, Georgia and Fiona would come over so we could watch the old movies we liked so much. Since Fiona had met her boyfriend she came less regularly, so I and Georgia watched together. I sighed thinking about next Saturday, we had an evening panned with Tom hanks movies, our favourite actor. I could dream away thinking about "you've got mail ', or "sleepless in Seattle".

I filled the empty book racks, until the first customers came in. I sold child's books, but also pure literature. Since my parents deaths I lived my live through books. It was save, and I felt wanted. That had also been the reason I had opened my store, it was the only thing I was passionate about, my escape when needed, another reality.

The day went by quickly. After what seemed only hours the clock stroke six and I closed my store. I cleaned for a little bit, where after I climbed the stairs to my house, ready to make myself something to eat and retire for the evening.

It was then I smelled dinner had already been made. I knew it could only be Georgia or Fiona, for no one else ever came over. I opened the door and was ready to ask what was happening, until I saw a manly figure standing in my kitchen. I realised to late I had let the door slip between my fingers, causing it to close with a loud sound. The man turned quickly, freezing me to my spot.

I was shocked to say the least. The man was tall and well build. Even though I registered that, his face was what stood out to me first. However he seemed some sort of Spanish, his long hair was blonde and bound into a low ponytail behind his head. His face was handsome, dark eyes staring at me. I swallowed when I moved my eyes over his smiling lips, who was he?

'I'm sorry, but who are you and what are you doing in my house?' I asked. My voice trembled, what I cursed myself for. The smile on his face grew only bigger, nerving me even more.

'I didn't expected you to be up here so soon. You usually take a little longer, my darling.' Those words froze me even more. Why was he talking like that, like he knew my ways. I was realising there was something entirely wrong about this and I stepped back, my hand searching for the doorknob.

'I'd rather had you stayed a little longer, until I had the chance to enlighten you about myself. What about a candle light dinner?' His voice was so deep, so rich. It send shivers straight through my spine. I watched how he motioned over towards the food on the table. I nervously licked my lips.

'You broke into my house,' It wasn't a question, I was merely stating what I knew. He laughed and shook his head.

'I used your spare key, my darling, I would not call it breaking, since I neatly entered. Now come, please join me.' I stayed where I was, afraid of this whole new, unexpected situation. What would I do? Was he some sort of killer? A freak or a sociopath?

He walked around the table and pulled a chair out, waiting for me to take it.

'What about I promise I won't touch you tonight, and in return you will sit and listen to what I have to say?' His voice somehow enchanted me, but I was too scared to listen.

"I don't know what you want, but I'll call the police if you don't leave immediately,' I threatened, although my voice shook which made it sound like a question rather than a forcing demand. He smiled again, walking over towards my phone, he placed it on the table.

'Now, please sit down. You will be able to call anyone you want, if you will only hear me out first.'

That line made me feel weary. Why would someone do this for me, without wanting to hurt me for it? It made no sense at all.

I slowly made my way over towards the table, once again noticing how delicious it smelled in here. What had he made?

'Good, good,' he said, shoving my chair, walking around the table to sit himself down before me on the other side of the table.

"Now, darling. Are you hungry?'

I watched him in disbelief, not wanting to eat. I needed him to tell me what this was all about.

I shook my head and tried to look him in his eyes. It was hard for me, trying to keep contact. It was something I lacked the courage for.

'I see, straight to business, hmm?' I noticed how he ended almost every sentence with a smile. Why I wondered.

'I watched how wonderfully thoughtful you were to those children this morning.'

I froze on my seat. Had he been watching me this morning?

'And I couldn't help but wonder, why?' His question was honest, I could read that much in his eyes. I swallowed and thought. Why should I answer him.

'Why do I need to answer you, I don't even know you,' I said, my voice soft. His smile returned.

"And that is the way I like to keep it for a little longer, now answer me please,' His big eyes were hard to ignore, but I did my best. Everything about this man seemed friendly, yet dominating.

'Why can't I do something nice for children?', I asked him back. He laughed once more.

"I was only wondering why you would give away books, when you could also sell them.'

I thought about that, already spilling the words before I overthought them.

'I know what it is to be poor, without any distractions."

He watched me with great interest.

"Perhaps you also know what it is like to have no home, no love,' his words lingered in the air. I grabbed the phone from the table. I needed him to leave. I felt this would work out wrong, I was scared.

'No need to fret darling, I will leave. But please think about my words. Until we meet again.' He stood and bowed before he turned and apparently left through the back door. I had dialled 911 before I knew it, but fell silent when I heard the lady on the other end of the line. What did I have to say? I didn't even knew his name…

What was going on here?