Beautiful In My Eyes
A/N: My first fic on FFNet, at the moment it is just a prologue, but more will be added (of course) in the future. I have no beta at the moment so if anyone is willing to take up the challenge, I'd be forever grateful!
Prologue
Paris, November 12th 1978.
"Melodie", she whispered "my beautiful Melodie."
She looked down at the small babe bundled up in her arms in amongst the blankets. The mid-wife had left only less than an hour ago to gather more supplies, and Karee was grateful for the final silence. She'd been doted upon and instructed since early morning and she was beginning to grow irritable for not having a moment's peace.
She smiled down at her new daughter and in return, the small infant provided her with a yawn, indicating that this new experience was creating her exhaustion as well. Karee waited a few minutes before shifting slightly and carefully moved from the bed where she lay, gently bringing the now sleeping Melodie to the bassinette and placing her inside. Standing up and rubbing her eyes, she let out a yawn of her own, and shivered from the room's cold air.
She'd barely been out of bed all day, and the coming of the winter season had given a small shock to her senses, making her even more aware of her weariness. Crawling back under the covers, her head hit the pillow and she stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. With the fatigue washing over her, her eyes soon dropped involuntarily and she drifted off to a deep slumber.
A creak sounded shortly after, and the large mirror seemed to shift into the darkening of the room before a cloaked figure silently slipped through the crack. With a quick glance to the bed Karee slept in, it made its way over to the bassinette that newborn Melodie was placed in. The walking shadow appeared to remove the leather gloves to reveal the large hands of a man. Without so much as a sound, he picked the sleeping Melodie up and cradled her in the crook of his arms.
The infant's eyes opened slightly to stare up at him and the man's heart dropped into his stomach in a panic. If the mother had woken up to the sound of Melodie's wailing –if she were to- he would surely be caught. Swiftly, he glided across the room with the tiny bundle and slipped behind the mirror, closing it firmly and flicking a small switch upon the wall. He looked down to his arms again, but to his surprise, (or perhaps relief? He wasn't quite sure) Melodie was looking up towards his half-masked expression of shock; quiet as a mouse, and settled as a kitten.
He removed an arm out from underneath her, and gently held out his pinky with a faint of a smile playing on his lips. His heart, once again skipped a beat when the tiny fingers took grasp. He'd made his decision in that moment, and turning a head over his shoulder to glance back into the room, he hurried himself and Melodie down the pitch-black corridor.