The Fairy Tale

by thefairytalevillan

Bethany Anderson was a sweet girl until she came to work for Sherlock Holmes. Mr. Holmes had made serious enemies; deadly enemies. When Bethany is kidnapped by Jim Moriarty, she doesn't know what he wants from her, or why. All she knows is that he may be the most intriguing person she has ever met. OC x Moriarty, Sherlock x Molly. Rated M for later chapters.

Prologue

Once upon a time, there was an innocent, little girl named Bethany Anderson. Bethany was an extraordinary girl, with outstanding marks on all of her exams, beauty beyond compare, and a wonderful personality to back it all up. She was a wonderful friend and beloved by everyone around her. However; when the great have risen to the very top, they are sure to fall even further down.

You see, Bethany's cousin, Molly Hooper, worked with a man named Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes was a detective, and occasionally worked for the police force. He was insane; a psychopath to many, but a 'High Functioning Sociopath" to himself. But the man could not function without his beloved Molly. She helped him in his work, and although he would never admit it, he felt something for her that he had never felt with anyone else. Molly was very special to him, so when she explained that she was traveling to America for the remainder of the month, Sherlock was confused.

"Molly, I have to have someone to assist me in the lab. You can't just up and leave." he complained, a frown painted on his face. So, our dear Molly Hooper, as oblivious as she was to his feelings, came up with a brilliant plan.

"Sherlock, what if I have my cousin come and help you out? She's on a break from college, and she receives excellent marks. I'm sure that she can help you with whatever you want." Molly said, smiling. Sherlock rolled his eyes, running a hand through his long, black curls in frustration.

"Absolutely not. I will not have some college girl parading around here while I'm trying to work; messing up all of my studies...Molly, it's out of the question." She frowned, glaring at Sherlock.

"Please Sherlock, trust me on this. She'll be an excellent replacement for me until I get back, and I know that she'd love it. Between her and John, I'm sure you'll be able to manage." she had said. Reluctantly, the man had agreed, and Bethany was instantly contacted to come and stay in a vacant flat; 220 Baker Street.

Little did sweet Bethany know; this would be the mistake that would practically cost her her life. With this agreement, she would also be put in the most dangerous position of her entire life.

But why, dear reader, am I telling you all of this? Who am I to be reciting this delightful tale of damsels and dragons? Who am I to weave this fairy tale of which there are absolutely no happy endings?

I am the Storyteller. Now please, enjoy my tale.

Sincerely Yours,

JM