Broken Decembers

"We were the Kings and Queens of promise

We were the victims of ourselves

Maybe the children of a lesser God

Between Heaven and Hell

Heaven and Hell."

-Kings and Queens- 30 Seconds To Mars

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Dijon, France 1808

The grass was soft under my feet as I walked through the meadow, the long grass skimming my hands as I did so, looking up at the clear blue sky.

It was July. Summer. A beautiful season. My summer dress was long and beige, a golden tint to it. A straw summer hat on my head tied with a cream ribbon. My feet were bare.

"Sophia!" I heard my friend, Georgia, call for me.

I looked around and saw her sat up the cherry tree, smiling down at me. She was always so very adventurous. Even though we were both twenty one, she acted as if she was still a small child of about seven.

Her hair was dead straight and ginger, adding to her bright bronze eyes, and now her smile was wide as she jumped down with a giggle and hugged me, making me recieve a faceful of hair.

"I cannot believe you are leaving town." she sighed to me, eyes sad. I smiled a little and nodded.

"It saddens me too, but all good things must come to an end."

"You must be excited about the wedding though! A Lord no less!"

I nodded, almost like the mechanics of a clock.

"Yes..." I said, glancing down at the daisys on the earthy floor.

Now I sighed and forced out a smile. "Yes, it is very exciting."

Georgia continued to gush.

"Eric de Langais is so handsome! A cousin of the King! Fancy that!"

"Yes, fancy that."

Now I raised a hand to my sun colored hair and sighed once more. "I must return."

"Write to me, you must promise me." She said, tears trickling from her eyes and onto her chemise dress. She hugged me once more and I chuckled. "Of course, sweetie. I promise you."

She walked back with me to the chateau holding my hand, laughing with me the whole way.

It was going to be hard to say goodbye to my family and friends to go and live with this... man I'd never even met other than once. He was... charming enough, but I felt like a jewel in his collection. That he didn't ask me to marry him for love, but for looks, connections and my families wealth.

I didn't believe in love, not in that way. If I found someone that was truly worth loving, I would soon drive them away no doubt with my outspokeness. I was pretty enough to make the men want me. Petite and deep golden hair that fell in thick dark curls halfway down my back My eyes were a deep and endless ocean colored. My family were the richest in Dijon, the Mauvais family name very well known amongst the Barons, Lords and Viscounts.

The carriage was ready and loaded now, and my Father walked out, saw me and made a beeline.

"Sophia, dear Cherie... are you ready?"

I nodded and sighed delicately. "Yes Papa. It is such a shame mother is not here to see this..."

Father sighed and nodded. "She's up with the other angels like herself now."

Now I smiled and embraced him for a moment. "Mama is happy now." then let him go as the driver came over and told us it was time to leave.

Now the other servant walked forwards with my little Labrador puppy, Fleur. I took her into my arms and smiled. "Thank you." now with a light swish of my hair, I walked over to the carriage and was helped inside, my servant slipping me a pair of shoes to put on over my bare ones. I smiled my thanks.

But inside I was screaming.

-BD-

I absentmindedly stroked Fleurs soft golden fur now as the carriage travelled through the night. Now I yawned a little, looking out the window through the slightly opened curtains at the full moon that was shining brightly down upon the dirt road as we rolled through the deep woods.

Now I glanced at Father, but he was asleep, his head lolling onto his shoulder, making me smile a little-

Ever since my mother had died giving birth to my sister, she had gotten so ill that she sadly perished. My sister too, had died just a mere year later.

Their loss had hit us hard, and made Father want me to have a safe and secure future, and that was where my... soon to be husband came in. He was a good match for me, and our family would never have money problems again.

Father doted on me, for I was his only daughter.

The carriage jolted a little now, making Father jolt awake and scowl. "They cannot drive, can they?" I chuckled, then screamed as the carriage suddenly fell on one side, my father grabbing me into his arms before we could crash into the side.

Fleur was whimpering now as the crash and splintering of wood stopped.

"Are you ok?" Father asked, and I nodded, moving my hair from my eyes and realized we were on our sides, blood on my dress- Father had hit his lip, splitting it.

"Stay here." he told me, holding my hand for a fraction too long.

I could almost hear my own heartbeat now as it thumped frantically against my chest, trying to break free it felt like.

Now I heard a scuffle and Fleur ran from my arms and out the broken window.

"Fleur!" I called, groaning and pushed the broken door further open, running after her while Father scolded the driver who didn't seem to have a clue how the wheel had been ripped off, tipping us over. The horses were long gone, fled from the scene.

Now I ran into the shadowy woods after the little Labrador, calling for her.

"Fleur?" I now said with a gasp- the running had exhausted me out. I heard a yapping, then a small golden figure ran past me back towards the carriage.

"Stop!" I called, feeling frustrated with the damn animal now. I sighed and turned, only to gasp in shock at the man stood before me, eyes dark in the moonlit woods.

I backed away and picked up the hem of my creamy dress and chuckled. "Hello?"

The man stepped forwards, the twigs underneath his feet snapped, making me jolt violently. Now I saw his face. The face of a demon.

I gasped once more, then turned to run, but the man grabbed my hair and pulled me back with a scream of pain and terror from me.

He forced me onto the ground now, grabbing my scarf and ripped it off, suddenly lunging forwards and biting into my neck

I hit his chest, trying to throw him off, but he bit all the harder and pinned me down even more, letting out a snarl that was more suited for an animal than human.

Now I felt more weaker than a newborn kitten, hardly any blood left in my soft form. But suddenly, there was a new pain as he was ripped off me and thrown backwards, a new snarl echoing from somewhere.

It seemed someone else had arrived, and I saw that new person literally rip my attackers head off, dropping him to the floor with a muffled thump.

Now my "saviour" turned to me and walked over to me, crouching down and turned me over onto my back.

Everything just went black.

-BD-

Monsters in the woods... they'd attacked us...

Faces like demons...

I awoke with a start and gasp, shaking a little. Where was I? Where was Papa? Where was everyone?

The room I was in was elegant and large, I myself was on a soft cream bed. My own I soon realized.

I was home somehow.

Had it all been a dream?

I heard a noise echo from downstairs and frowned, getting up, then gasped at the sight of blood on my dress. It looked old, but the sunlight streaming into the room meant that it was morning. Someone... or something had taken me back to my house.

Now I felt my bare feet touch the cold wood of my bedroom floor, then made my way to the door, picking up the paperweight, of all things to use as a weapon...

As I walked down the wide sweeping stairs, I heard footsteps that weren't my own, then they suddenly stopped.

"Who's there?" I called out, trying not to let the whimper enter my voice- that was a sign of weakness.

Now a man stepped from the drawing room, a glass of red wine in his hand as he looked up at me. I lowered my poor choice of weapon as I saw intrigued oak eyes and matching long hair to his shoulders. He was dressed as elegantly as Father had been.

He set the glass down and I just stared, then asked, rather rudely.

"Who are you."

He didn't reply, but merely said. "Are you ok?"

I was taken aback by that so much that it was my reaction to nod and say. "Yes." then I wondered...

"Was it you that... helped in the woods?"

Now the man nodded and walked forwards, taking me by suprise so much that I stepped backwards and tripped over the hem of my dress. A flash from the corner of my eye and I felt him helping me to my feet.

How had he gotten to me so very fast-?

"I apologize for startling you. It wasn't my intention." he now told me, making me nod a little, unsure of the situation.

"I accept." was all I could mumble, then I managed to ask. "Who are you?"

"Elijah." was his answer, then he inclined his head for me to show him the same courtesy. "Sophia Mauvais." I said, feeling nervous- what the hell was this man, Elijah, doing in my house-?

"Where's Papa?" I now asked with a jolt, looking around frantically.

"Sophia-"

"Where is he! What have you done to him-!"

Elijah grabbed my wrists and made me face him, staring into my eyes. "Calm down and listen." he just said in a clear voice and I felt myself calming down enough to let him remove his hands and sigh.

"There was an accident with the carriage. I heard the screams."

Now I nodded and said quietly. "Thank you for helping like that..."

He was taken aback by that, I saw the suprise in his eyes at my words. "You are welcome." he now said, then turned back to his glass and raised it to his lips.

I could see him now, surveying me through his dark eyes-

As if he didn't have a clue what to do with me now.

Well, since you all seem to feel I neglect writing Elijah in my main story of "A Rose By Another Name" here we are! A whole story to get you to change your mind;D anyway, been thinking about this story for a good while and Elijah is such a interesting and sweet guy, so lets get this story started:D reviews are very much loved! Hope you all like itXD x Nicc