Name: Darcie Beckett
Age: 21
Description: Curly, black hair (Ashley Tisdale style); slim, yet curvy figure; red lips; super pale skinned; darkly lined eyes (NOT Sweeney style; I mean with eyeliner...only in the 1800s); usually wears black or other dark colors; and ice blue eyes.
Occupation: Silversmith/Murderess
Personality: (Used to be caring and nice) Morbid, sarcastic, slightly pessimistic and cold.
Special Ability: Sensitive/Clairvoyant; she can interact with ghosts…kind of. It's weird. You'll learn more about that later.
Enjoys: Killing, the rain, and feeling dominant, impenetrable, and strong.
Fears: Ending up like her sister Annabel (you'll learn more about her later), her special talent, and feeling weak, vulnerable, cornered, or submissive.
Dislikes: Rich people, arrogant people, close contact with other humans (hugging and what not), and feeling weak, vulnerable, cornered, or submissive.
Name: Harmony Pantelina
Age: 19
Description: Blond hair (Ash. Tis.); slim, yet curvy figure; pale skin (light blush on cheeks); keeps her look natural; wears light colors (ex: light pink, cream, white, etc.); and green eyes.
Occupation: Baker (desserts)/Friend to Darcie.
Personality: Kind, caring, naïve, shy and optimistic.
Special Talent: Sixth sense; She can tell if some one is bad news and what their past was like.
Enjoys: Baking, and Talking
Fears: Ending up like Annabel, perverts, dark people (people who she knows are bad news), death, and murderers – including Darcie! She doesn't approve of her sadistic ways.
Dislikes: Selfish people, change, awkward silences, and pressure.
Just so you know, this story takes place after the final scene. Todd heard Toby coming, so he turned and killed the boy. Sweeney has not killed any one since Toby. Now, he is living his life alone…well, not for long. Everyone is dead except for Anthony, Johanna, and Todd…at least when it comes to the movie characters…for now. Of course, Annabel, Darcie's sister, is dead…or at least missing. No one is sure. Not even me. Darcie, Harmony, Frederick Stafford, John Locke and Elizabeth Locke are all very much alive…for now.
Preface/Sneak Peak
I stop mid-sentence and gaze at the form before me. I feel like a small ship in the middle of a hurricane, the wind and water bearing down upon me, the waves pushing and pulling me in different directions, only emotion-wise. They include: shock, rage, horror, worry, detest, and another feeling. I don't know what it is, for I've certainly never felt it before. At least, not like this if I have. I've seen it in others, but never, thought I, would I feel like this about another human being. Is it-? It couldn't possibly-. I think it's…love. Yes, it must be love I feel for the man lying in front of me.