A/N: I've decided to delete my other story, "The Lady who Stole Edmund's Heart" for the meanwhile. I find it wasn' that good of a plot yet. Yet I couldn't help but start a new one, mainly because I find the Edmund really handsome. Basically, this story is told judging by the title of the story. So Edmund is completely different from the other story I wrote and hopefully this will turn out successful.
This is a bit of a challenge for me, mainly because I'm not used to writing someone so dark but I find myself attracted to dark, dangerous fanfiction characters, and I love the relationship between a boy and girl which a guy is dark. So hopefully this will turn out well and let's head on with the story.
By the way this story inspired me with the song, "Bad Boy" by Cascada. Check it out.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, except for my own characters
Chapter One: The One with the Street Escape
Alaura bent down focusing her attention of her math equation before tucking in her red strands behind her ears. Muttering answers under her breath, she clicked the pencil against the wooden table. It was late, past 9:00, yet she decided to read ahead. Unlike her classmates, she found studying entertaining, and she wouldn't have to stress out if she didn't do her projects, having it handed it a week before it's due. Many called her, a brainiac, bookworm, the quiet one, which were all true. She didn't find the interest of meeting new people, especially if she couldn't even made a single sound towards them.
Yes, she was the shy girl. Remains in the back of the room, hiding her face, never raising her pale hand to answer a question, finding it embarrassing when she got them wrong and learned never to try again. Avoids being call on by pretending to look through her notes, although the teachers knew she already knew the answers but respected her and chooses another person. Yet the teachers know they have to help her overcome her fears and eventually calls her up to write in an answer.
But she finds writing in the answer was worst, having people stare at the white words before snickering as if she got it wrong. She immediately wipes away her answer and buries her face under the fabric of her cardigan, she hates being in the center of attention. There was too much pressure.
Not mention she wasn't a athletic type either, especially at volleyball as the ball flies towards her she holds out her arms ready to hit it only to miss the ball by inches. She has bad hand coordination, practicing everyday with a piece of wrinkled, balled up paper and having it aimed at the grey trash can only to hit the side of it, bouncing off and laying on the floor.
Still, gym was her worst subject. People when choosing team mates, pick her last, she couldn't blame them though, she was awful, the definition of clumsy, having to trip in thin air and falling face down on the ground. Her coach wasn't her best teacher either, he usually gave her the eye before shaking his head and writing in something on his clip board, she responded by sighing and resting her head back on the ground.
She was no where close to being perfect. Sure she didn't look like a nerd, with her straight, red hair, and her hazel eyes seeing perfect vision. She may be a bookworm but she doesn't have glasses or wear sweaters, only to wear cardigan, scarfs, coloured jeans with boots.
And, she had no clue why people would rather hang out with their friends then do their homework, stay home and read. But then again, she had no friends whatsoever. Let's face it, she was a loner not that she minded, having to embrace the peaceful life she's living, though she dreamed to be like the regular teenagers and hang out once in a while, for once not having to spend her Saturday nights at the library finishing up her math.
Her eyes burrowed, thinking hard of what the answer would be, before punching in numbers in her calculator before grinning as she finally got it right and scribbled in the right answer.
A sudden knock on her table made her look up with confusion as the librarian motioned the closing time, tapping her wrist watch before glancing at the door. Alaura gave her a thankful smile before standing and stretching, then started collecting her books and carefully placed it inside her green plain backpack. She swung it over her shoulder, the backpack deformed with how much books she carried.
She was then lead out by the 50 year-old women who held open the door for her, "See you next weekend Mrs. Holly." she said, waving a goodbye before the door closed behind her. Mrs. Holly in returned gave her a heart warming smile before calling out.
"Goodnight then. Take care and tell your mother I said hello." Alaura almost groaned at the mention of her mother. Ever since her father and mother divorced, her mother became less protective and clean. Not to mention she always had her boyfriend back home, and was always greeted by the heavy panting, and slurpes of them making out. She hated the guy, Derek, she hated the motorcycle that was always parked in front of her house.
She shivered at the sight of his black leather jacket, and his v-neck white t-shirts almost a see through she as can always see the muscles. She didn't at all like rebellious guys, finding them rude, careless, she hated the fact that they looked dangerous. That was why she didn't like Derek, he always had that look like he was going to hurt her mother like her father did.
Her hands clenched at the thought her of thoughtless father, she couldn't get the image out of her head at the sight of her mother's broken hearted face when she caught that her father was cheating. Meaning that he didn't care about his family, at all, she will never forgive him for leaving her and her mother, not even caring one bit about their feelings. Not to mention the sight of her mother's broken figure after the divorce, she was forced to cook and clean until her mother was back on her feet. But she didn't like that her mother was back on her feet with another men without telling her.
It was then she lost her respect for her family, not bothering to write back to her father, not bothering to ask how her mother's like was. All she was focusing on was a schlorship to Yale, she knew that she had dropped a bit on her grade due to her mother's heart being broken.
Once she gets the schlorship to Yale, she could escape the horrendous life she was living and could finally live a new one. Without all the drama and she could find love with a smart guy, nothing like Derek. Why would she at all be attracted to a dark, dangerous guy?
Being deep in her thoughts, she didn't realize how dark it was outside. The wind was freezing, brushing against her skin she shivered and wrapped her purple jacket around her tighter before rubbing her hands together. Just a few more blocks and you'll be home, sipping hot chocolate. Gaining confidence she sped up her pace, she always hated the cold.
Then her feet halted to a stop as she spotted young men just a few steps away, with broken shards of glass clattered around their feet, she spied the liquid before taking another step back. They've been drinking, she just knew it, she looked up finding them throwing their arms around their friend's shoulders, clumsily before wiping the drink off their face.
She screwed her face in disgust, mentally adding another reason why she would rather stay at home than hang out with her friends. Alarming bells rang through her head as one of the guys spotted her before stupidly patting his friends shoulder, she spun around quickly picking up her pace as she heard their laughter drawing closer.
"Hey!" they call out. She, of course didn't respond, her breathing uneven, her eyes looked around rapidly as she realized what was going to happen to her, "Hey. Don't be rude. Stop, let us treat you to a couple of drinks."
She bit her lip, hastily avoiding the ice. Praising herself as it was the first thing she did without being clumsy.
"Hey. Awh come on!" another guy cried out, laughing before she heard the bottle clatter to the ground, "Loosen up. Don't be so uptight. Have some fun." he drawled on the last word before chuckling.
She almost whimpered as she saw the shadows stretching larger meaning they were getting closer, don't say anything. Save your breath, it can save your life. She wished for nothing more but to be back at the library.
"Come on pretty lady," the same guy hollered, wobbling slightly before taking another sip of his drink and leaning against his friend who took the drink and took a sip, "Let's have fun."
She scoffed, all they thought about was having fun. Jerks.
The rude thought escape from her mind as she heard them speed up their pace, she did too almost jogging. The guys caught on before shouting, "She's going to escape! Hur-ry." they slurped. Alaura then began running for her life as the gang trailed, hot on her heels, she turned the corner, sharply hoping to trick them only to get a laugh before pointing her direction.
"Stupid books." she muttered under her breath, she could have run a lot more faster if the books weren't weighing her down. Her hands flew up to her shoulder straps at the thought of abandoning her back before shaking her head and letting her hand down. Her head flew every direction in hopes of escaping the drunk guys before finding another corner, she turned the corner again before crashing into a pile of trash.
She groaned before her eyes widened in alarm, grabbing the nearest trash bag she piled it on the front leaving a tiny gap for her eyes to peek through. The guys looked around, their eyes widening at how she got away, they pointed every direction before an argument ensued. They started shoving each other as they made rude comments at each other's thoughts before they huffed and continued walking.
Alaura sighed and relaxed, even thought she was in a pile of garbage. She shifted uncomfortably before picking off a banana peek from her shoulder, her mouth making a motion of throwing up before throwing it away. Then she started to get up as the stench of used materials got to her nose.
She started throwing off the bags, struggling to get off before she noticed the darkness was surrounding her. She foolishly cried out for help before she threw the last bag she was clutching, her fingers groped the darkness desperately trying to escape. She whimpered, clasping her eyes shut hoping it was just a dream. The weigh was lifted off her shoulder, then her hazel eyes widened before her hands flew up expecting to find a shoulder strap only to be met by the fabric of her purple jacket.
Her heart beat rapidly, her arms flew trying to find an escape from the growing darkness. Her feet standing in darkness, "This can't be real!" she cried out in disbelief before a few tears escaped, she couldn't leave her mother alone with her boyfriend.
Then at the slightest movement of her feet, the air holding her up disappeared. She was falling, Alaura screamed her red hair glowed brightly as it whipped the air. She clawed the sides hoping to find contact only to slice through the wind, making every movement she could make, anything to stop her from falling anymore. But it was useless, she was falling and she couldn't do anything.
Finally, her energy drained. She closed her eyes and fell into slumber, her body still falling. She didn't know what was going to happen to her, or where she was heading.
She never knew the journey was heading to, was going to change everything she reflected on.
A/N: Well that was the first chapter. I'm kind of proud, I've never got to write something so detailed I guess I really am into my new story and hopefully you guys are too!
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