I am back with a new story which I wouldnt post if it weren't for you awsome guys! Thanks for keeping up the support, it makes me really happy(and keeps me writing!):)
Alright, let's start with this new story of mine.
I guess I have to warn ya all that this is a bit different than my usual stories. I think the people that like action won't be really satisfied with it but the fluff lovers out there will appreciate my humble try to write another fluff story(in hope that it will flow better than the last. I mean...I did put in some action after all;)) As far as I can tell, it's also not going to have that many chapters. But maybe we will all get surprised:)You know how it is...I am writing while posting(almost).
Ok...enough blabbering from me! Have fun with the Prologue!
Diclaimer: I do not own the Blacklist or its characters. I also dont make any money with this story! It's just for fun!
Prologue
Snowflakes were falling down and dancing around in the air, as if playing with each other and being happy to finally fall down to the earth and bring joy and happiness to the people. The cold was not too hard on those living in the cities, so that the citizens of Washington were able to marvel in the wonder that was Christmas time. Children were running around and enjoying the first snow of the year, throwing snowballs, building snowmen and dragging their parents from one shop window to the next, squealing every time they saw something they wanted to add to their a long time ago finished Christmas list.
Only a few kilometers away from the city, a luxurious house stood in the middle of a forest and was shrouded in darkness. Except for one window on the second floor. There was a small light emitting from inside and a little shadow was falling onto the glass. Drawing nearer, one good recognize a small girl of about four years sitting on the windowsill and looking longingly outside. The interior of the house lay silent and empty, not in serenity but in awaiting for something to happen. The girl watched the flame from her candle flicker as if it wanted to tell her something and she smiled for a second, before going back to look out of the window. Her dark hair was falling unruly into her pale, porcelain like face and she swept it behind her ear with a tiny hand.
A sudden bang from downstairs made her flinch and she jumped to the floor, hastily blew out the candle and ran to her bed. She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and she pulled the covers up to her chin and turned her back to the door. The door opened with a creek but closed again after only a second. The footsteps became quieter and the girl started to breathe again. Her tense body relaxed and she turned around, staring at the door. Raised voiced drifted into her ears, making her rise her head in curiosity. Guests that late in the evening?
Throwing back her covers, the girl sat up, closed one hand around the stuffed bunny sitting beside her, and raised it to her face.
"You have to be very quiet now." She whispered into its ear and still clutching it in her arm, she got out of the bed and tip toed to the door. Opening it carefully and with practice, the voices became louder and the girl tried to understand what was being said.
"What do you mean you don't have the money?" she didn't know that voice but the man it belonged to seemed to be upset.
"You'll have to wait. Business is slow these days and the government is searching for us." That was her daddy, but why did he sound so strange again? And what was this govnment he was talking about?
"I don't care. We had a deal."
"I am asking you to have a few more days of patience."
The girl heard heavy footsteps and she shrank back into her roon, not closing her door though.
"I don't have any patience. If I don't have the money on my account by tomorrow, I will go to the police. I don't have anything to lose, but you…"
The loud crack startled the girl and she covered her mouth with her bunny so that her scream would be muffled. The dull, heavy sound following it, made her tummy turn and she stepped back, feeling her eyes water. Sniffling, she tried to hold back the tears, when she heard her mother's voice screaming downstairs. By accident, she stumbled over the rug and tried to gain her balance by grabbing at the door, but only managed it to close rather loudly. A muffled sob worked its way out of her throat and she climbed into her bed as fast as she could. Again footsteps were coming nearer and she knew it were her fathers.
Before she could even try to hide under her blanket, the door opened and her father came in.
"Why are you not asleep?" his deep voice was hard and allowed no lies.
"I…I heard voices."
"You eavesdropped."
"I am sorry." The girl stammered between sobs. She let out a squeal when her father's big hands closed around her arms and shook her slightly.
"You will forget what you have heard, do you understand?"
She didn't dare to answer, she was only able to nod.
"I want to hear you say it. You will forget this day altogether, do you understand?"
"Yes." The hushed voice said full of tears and fear.
The man let go of her and walked back to the door, but before he stepped out, he turned and mustered her.
"I am disappointed, Elizabeth. You know better than to eavesdrop. You know the consequences."
Without another look, he closed the door, leaving the girl sobbing and curled into a ball on her bed. She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the advent calendar standing on the bedside table, that she had gotten from a neighbor. There was only one window left to open, but she already knew that she would forget about this Christmas. She always did forget the day of and after such an occurrence. Maybe bunny would remember for her and remind her in the future if he needed to.
tbc...
Sooo...*nervouslyswitching from one foot to the other* what do ya think? I know you can't tell where the story will go eventually at all...but anyway...let me know what you think!
Oh and P.S.
I still dont have a BETA, so please forgive the mistakes that sneak in:)
