Leather and lace
Chapter one lace
disclaimer i do not own Edward scissorhands. if i did Kim would still be with Edward and i'd stuff Joyce in her dishwasher. MWAHAHAHAHA. me so evil
'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe does not belong to me. something that genius could never come out of my brain.
WARNING!!! THIS DOES NOT REALLY FOLLOW THE MOVIE SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE CHANGE OR WHEN PEOPLE TWIST THE PLOT THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU
Lovers forever...face to face
My city, your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me...my lace
Don Henley Leather and Lace
Once upon a time there was a grand, beautiful mansion atop a hill. A tiny village lay sleeping beneath its wake. It was made of elegant stone with many gargoyles topping spires and vanes. The windows were always crystal clear. A welcoming light always was in every room. The grounds were scrawling, immaculate, the bushes neatly trimmed, gate always looked after. The tiny lake pristine and unpolluted.
The people told of a kind old man. A professor of science and inventor who took residence of the mansion. He was a brilliant man loved by the people. Children always swarmed about him as he came down to do his little shopping and to offer cookies to the children's' outstretched hands. He had told them of the machine he had built that makes cookies all by itself. The children listened awed and eager to hear about his accomplishments.
The people also told of a monster he had created with scissors for hands. They were frightened when the old man told their children of his creation and so watched the house carefully. One day by chance a young man had come down from the hill babbling that he had seen the monster. He described him as being tall, thin, and pale, having frighteningly large blades for fingers. He had wild, messy hair and was clad in a black leather suit with an abundance of belts and buckles.
Slowly the children stopped visiting the old man when he came down with his grocery list and cookies. The adults spread horror stories through the minds of the children to keep them far away from the mansion. The village soon became hostile toward the mansion atop the hill.
And this is where our story begins...
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"Father, why have the children stopped coming?" Edward asked the professor."They are afraid Edward. One of the men saw you and spread horrible things." Edward bowed his head a bit. The children had stopped coming because of him. Seeing the crestfallen look on his sons' face the professor sighed. "Do not listen to what they say Edward, you are a handsome man. Smile."
Edward lifted the corners of his mouth. "Good boy go on, smile." Giving an awkward smile he felt better.
"That's it. Now, let us read a bit of poetry."
Picking up an old worn book he flipped the pages until something caught his eye.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
As of some gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' i muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly i wished the morrow;- vainly i had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels called Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
"Father?" Edward interrupted.
"Yes Edward?" The old man asked.
"Will i ever have a Lenore?"
The professor chuckled at this. "Why my son, my company isn't enough?"
"I want a girl." Edward told him slowly. A dull scraping sound was heard as he fidgeted his scissor fingers in nervousness. "I get lonely, that's all. One like Lenore in the poem."
Sighing he looked at his man creation with a sad smile. "Perhaps one day Edward. for now we will close the book it is time for bed."
Closing the thick book the professor stood to put the book away. Edward rose, took a plate of sugar cookies and bid the professor goodnight. Climbing the stairs to his loft-room Edward fantasized about the girl he wanted. She would be pretty and small with wide eyes and a kind smile, her voice would be as soft as the little birds' cheeps that rested on his carefully shaped bushes like the one he seen in a fairytale book.
Stretching out onto his straw bed Edward smiled to himself. "One day." He whispered to the dark. Resting his large scissors on his chest he was careful not to cut himself. Closing his eyes Edward smiled awkwardly smiled once again to the dark.
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There was a violent bang on the front door as someone yelled "Come out you damn witches. We know your in there, come out or we'll break the door down."Kim dropped her book to the tile floor, getting up she ran for the kitchen where she knew her mother would be. Slipping on the floor in her hurry she scrambled to her mothers' arms.
More banging was heard and an axe was being taken to the wooden door. The yelling was becoming louder as the door gave way letting the angry mob into the Boggs' home.
"We know you killed the Johnson's little girl, sucked the life right out of her."
"We found her body in the park." Came another voice from the back.
Peg looked down at her frightened daughter, tears streamed down from her chocolate eyes. "We'll go out the back door." She whispered. Then the two fled from the house.
Running blindly through the deserted streets of suburbia peg and her daughter tried to escape the mob that thought they were witches. They weren't so how could they have killed the Johnson's' girl? Melanie, was a wonderful child who she had babysat only weeks beforehand. Peg was furious. How dare they accuse them so wrongly. She wished bill and Kevin would have been home but they were down at he bowling alley, too far away for them to get help.
The two slipped through a little hole in a concrete fence, stopping a moment to catch their breaths.
"We...didn't kill...the...little...girl." Kim wheezed.
Peg nodded erratically. "I know. we...have to...find somewhere to...hide."
Who had told the mob they had done such an absurd thing? Dodging the wide trees both were running again. They had gotten quite a ways from the cement fence when both were rudely grabbed.
Screaming at the pain Kim's hands sought out the one's that held her hair so very tight preventing her from going anywhere. groaning she hit the dirt with a heavy thud. a moment passed by then she heard her mothers' scream. Peg was being tied with a thick rope then was gagged. She then lay still as someone from the mob knocked her unconscious.
When her mother didn't move Kim panicked, arms flailing. There was no way in hell she was going to let them tie her up. Punching a guy in the face he staggered back allowing her enough time to get up then start running.
"Hey, she's getting away, catch her!" Yelled someone.
Kim didn't get very far away when three came at her close to her heels. Tripping on a branch as she looked back Kim sprawled to the ground. dirt caked her face, hands, blouse, and skirt. Glancing at her arm she winced when she saw the blood.
Suddenly her attackers were on top of her trying to restrain the wild woman. Tying her securely the younger one gagged her.
"Lets see how well you can use your witchcraft when your drowning in water." The menacing smiles and evil laughs frightened her. Where they really going to drawn her? Was her mother yet too? So many questions clouded her mind it was impossible to think rationally.
The last thought she had going through her brain before they picked her up was: 'Im gonna die. I'm gonna die. Someone please help me.'
Kim inwardly screamed when the freezing water hit her. It was like a hundred knives stabbing into her body repeatedly. Thrashing wildly Kim refused to go without a fight. Bubbles choked her denying her air or the surface.
The three unknown man on the surface cheered and wished her a slow death. Laughing maniacally they turned away to go back to the rest of the group to no doubt tell rumors how they valiantly killed a witch by dumping her into a lake with ropes about her.
Biting down hard on her gag Kim tried to release one hand from her bindings. As the rope cut into her flesh she gasped in pain letting a mouthful of air go. Clamping her mouth shut she squeezed her eyes closed. She was going to die and could do nothing to save herself. Dizziness took her as her mind cleared completely. Relaxing her chest felt like it was going to explode. There was no hope for her.
A splash of water was heard then she vaguely remembered hands touching her, fingers gripping her, pulling her somewhere...somewhere. Pale blue light came into focus then out again as she cracked her eyes open only slightly then all went black.
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Kim opened her brown eyes and saw a...park. Well, the yard sure looked like a park. It had neatly trimmed bushes, a fountain, and a most charming bench near a bush shaped as a dolphin. The lawn was a deep emerald green, it was well cared for. No snow fell to the ground as it was before.
Wait...no snow! Where am i?
Then she had remembered she had drowned. Both her and her mother were unjustly murdered because the people, her neighbors, killed them. They thought the two woman were witches that killed the Johnson's little girl. She must be in heaven. It was too warm and beautiful to be anything else.
Glancing around the back of a person faced her. Getting up she called to the person. When they didn't answer she started towards him. When the unknown person turned Kim realized who it was, it was her mother. Smiling wide she ran into peg's open arms crying.
Holding her daughter close peg calmed her crying daughter down stroking her red hair lovingly.
"You are not dead Kimmy-dear, just dreaming." She whispered.
Kim was baffled by this. There was just no way. She had run out of air, she had stopped struggling. Opening her mouth Kim stumbled a bit on her words. "How. where... are we?" She asked.
"In your dream sweety." Pegs' smile was so warm and loving. "All your questions will be answered when you wake up but get some rest first. You've caught a terrible fever and almost had to be treated for hypothermia."
"Stay in bed and drink all your broth, it helps. Be a good girl now. good-bye honey-bear." Kissing her daughters' forehead she let her go.
Kim was still confused but when her mother said good-bye tears welled up in her eyes. So that was it she was leaving her just like that? Her sobbing became more violent as peg faded away then she was gone a large smile still on her face.
Breaking down Kim crumbled to the dream grass wailing her eyes out and yelling "Don't leave me, mom."
"No!" Kim screamed bolting upright in the bed. Gasping hard for air she clutched the white sheet, eyes scanning her new surroundings with the look of frightened mouse.
Well, at least she wasn't dead.
Even in her distress she couldn't help but smile. She wasn't dead.
Suddenly the door opened and an old man rushed in. Squeaking Kim drew the blankets up over her shoulders.
"Are you alright, I heard you scream."
Blinking Kim opened her mouth then closed it. Who was he? Where was she? There was something in his wise, old blue eyes that told her she had nothing to fear for. He would not hurt her. "I had a bad dream. Where am i?" She mumbled.
Smiling at her the professor took a seat by the bed. "You dear, are in the mansion on the hill. I rescued you. You are being treated for a very high fever and quite a few shallow wounds. May i ask your name?"
"Kim. My mom's dead isn't she?"
He nodded. Kim hung her head.
"I heard the people talking, you can't go home or else they'll try to kill you again. You are welcome to stay here as long as you like, a new face is always appreachiated." Reaching for a cup on the bedside table he offered it to her. "Drink this broth you are very ill with fever. I will check on you in a half hour, try to get some sleep." Patting an empty space on the edge of the bed he got up and left leaving Kim all alone.
After drinking the cup of broth Kim instantly fell asleep. She just had no energy for anything lately.
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"Go away." Kim mumbled. The light shaking of her shoulder was persistent though and didn't go away. Grumbling something incoherent she cracked her eyes open rubbed the sleep away then yawned widely.
"I thought you would never wake up." The professors' smiling face swam into her vision. "You slept the entire day away. It's dark out now, see." Pointing to a window her eyes followed. He was right it was sun-set already. The sky was painting in pinks and oranges.
"I brought you up some supper than later we'll change your bandages. A clean pair of clothes is on the vanity. The bathroom is that door, towels and soap are already on the counter." Waving a bit he got up and left her again.
Yawning again Kim reached over for the food tray. Broth, orange juice and a grilled cheese sandwich sat on the tray nicely. Sparing no time she succumbed to her growling stomach and started stuffing food into her mouth.
When she had eaten most of the food she started a bath. Waiting in just a towel Kim sat on the porcelain ledge. She couldn't go home. The old man was right. if she were to show up the townspeople would call it witchcraft because they had drowned her and here she was walking down a street in Suburbia. No, she couldn't she would have to take the old mans' offer whether she wanted to or not. At least he had offered her a place to stay.
Sighing Kim coughed violently then, eyes a bit watery, watched the huge bathroom mirror collect steam. When the tub was half full she decided to climb in.
Relaxing into the hot water Kim looked around the room. It wouldn't be too bad living in the mansion. After all luxury seemed to be the theme as she stared down at the white marble floor. I could get used to this.
There was a knock at the door moments after Kim had put the 'new clothes' on. Stopping mid twirl she straightened out some imaginary wrinkles then sat down onto he soft bed.
Once permission was given the professor slowly walked into the room. Surveying her in her new dress he smiled. It was most fitting even though he had to retrieve the measurements while she was asleep. It had little straps and was tight from the waist up then billowed around her reaching her ankles. It was a creme color and made mostly of lace.
"Thank you for the dress." She told him a blush staining her cheeks.
Call me professor my dear, everyone else does. Your most welcome, my son made it but I sewed it together you see because he cannot sew."
"Oh, you have a son?" She asked.
"Of course. He's a bit older than yourself mind you. His name is Edward." Getting up from the bed he gave her another toothy smile. " If your not ready yet i'll send Edward up to call you for dinner." Bidding her goodbye the old man swiftly exited the room.
Kim took her time on purpose. She wanted to meet the professors' son alone. Sure it was kinda selfish but hey she was just a girl right? (A/N who wouldn't want to meet Edward ALONE? i wouldn't pass it up.)
A minute passed. Five. Ten. sitting at the vanity Kim strummed her nails on the light colored wood. Would he be tall? Short? Would he have blue eyes like the professor? Would he be like the jocks at school?
School! she had almost forgot. How was she going to graduate. Jim, her boyfriend, probably ex now, was taking her to the ceremony and after party.
The soft knock on her door startled her out of her depressing thoughts. Getting up nervousness pulled at her stomach. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down Kim opened the door to her bedroom and immediately stepped back eyes wide in fear.
This pale, wild-haired man had scissors for hands. And they were...twitching. Horrified she stood there gaping not knowing what else to do her mind shut down. His skin seemed to have never seen the sun. His eyes were dark, youthful. The outfit he wore was made of black leather a ton of belts and zippers adorned it in insane places.
Nervously Edward glanced down at the floor. Her eyes on him made him feel weird like he was being judged. Whatever that word meant.
"Father told me to come get you for dinner."
When the pale mans' quiet voice reached her ears she gave a tiny tiny smile when she realized she had been staring.
"Your Edward?" She asked brown eyes going back to his scissor hands. How did he get them? Why would he have these instead of real hands? So many questions whirled inside her brain like a fast moving pinwheel.
He nodded, orbs falling back to her figure, she was wearing the dress he had cut from a bunch of lace he had found. Congratulating himself on a job well done he smiled. It fit her nicely and she looked so heavenly, like one of those angels he saw in a painting once. He had been fascinated how could a human have wings anyway, was that possible.
Then Edward realized something. She was pretty, small, had wide eyes, a wonderful smile, and a sweet sounding voice. His ideal girl. His Lenore.
Giving her a genuine Edward-smile he said. "Come before the meat gets cold." Turning he listened for her footfalls, when soft shuffles of fabric was heard Edward's ego made a jump. Father had brought him his Lenore.
Kim followed the strange man down the hall then down the staircase. She thought it was kind of funny how he walked, arms out, most likely to make sure he didn't cut himself with his foot long blades. She watched how tense he was, definitely uncomfortable.
Opening the heavy oak door Edward let Kim go first. Earning a grin from her he had to suppress the feeling of pride that overwhelmed him. He felt like a colorful bird proudly showing off the vibrant blues and reds of its feathers.
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Watching Edward cut the roast she stared enthralled. It was just, well...neat.
Glancing up to his scarred face she tilted her head watching the concentration play over his features. He was actually kind of handsome in his own quirky way. He was gentle, polite, and very quiet. The complete opposite of Jim.
Kim's eyes widened to the size of saucers as she came to a startling realization. She was slowly falling for the messy haired boy and she just met him. Maybe it was his charm or the mystery about him. What was she thinking didn't she still love Jim?
Stealing glances up at Kim he almost broke out in a smile. She was watching him use his scissor hands. Was he impressing her. He sure hoped so.
She was so very pretty, so very delicate, so like a human. so much like lace. Yes, lace. Kim was like lace. Like the Lacy dress she wore.
The old professor inwardly smirked. He had expected Kim to scream her head off chanting 'monster' or some nonsense like that but she took his appearance fairly well. Accepting the slab of meat from Edward he swayed a bit feeling sick to his stomach. He knew he was old and ill and that his time was coming soon but he didn't think it would come this soon.
Blinking back the dizziness the old man tuned into the conversation his son and their permanent guest were having.
"Do you make all the topiaries out there? I saw some from the bedroom window. They are very beautiful."
Edwards' sad looking brown eyes lifted to her. "Yes." He answered in his quite voice.
"After supper will you take me out to see all of them?"
Edward gave a nod.If she wanted to see them he would be a gentleman and show them to her. Besides he liked it when others praised his talent. It was the only thing he could really do without destroying what he touched.
a few notes people. hope you enjoyed the first chapter everything will be explained in the ones to follow.
the dream scene when she woke up she forgot where she was just not the conversation.
the mob who set them up to be 'witches', you will see in a later chapter.
why they didn't go to the bowling alley it was way too far and slipping off into a wooded area was much more convenient. besides if they had ran to the bowling alley this story would not exist.
reviews would be helpful to anything i did wrong or if you see a mishap anywhere.
Edmonton got real snow this morning!!!! i'm so exited, later i should throw a snowball at the neighbors balcony window...