Title - Love is for thieves.
Chapter title - Autumn Harris.
Author - OblivionsGarden.
Genre - Romance/Adventure Disclaimer - I do not own The Thief Lord in anyway shape or form. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fictions about it, I'd have Prop and Scip locked in my bedroom. ;) I only own the plot. In this chapter my O/C's are Autumn Harris, Allison Savage, Jackson Savage and Tony.
Summary - Autumn longs for an escape from her evil foster parents. When they plan a holiday to Venice, it's the perfect place for her to run away. When she runs into two old friends from a children's home they take her in to the star palace, where she meets a mysterious boy in a bird mask. Scipio/Oc Prop/Hornet.
A/n - Just a few things before you start reading. This is my first Thief lord fic, so go easy on me. It's set after the film. Scip is not an adult because of complications with the merry go round which will be explained in a future chapter, as will the situation with his father.
Ages for everyone are as follows:
Autumn - 16
Scipio - 17
Prosper - 16
Bo - 7
Hornet - 16
Mosca - 15
Riccio - 15
The title of the fic, 'Love is for thieves' is from the song 'Stealing my heart' by The Rolling Stones. "My cards are on the table, you can look up my sleeves. You say you're honest but love is for thieves."
C.1
Autumn's point of view -
Five twenty eight in the morning and as usual, I've been awake for the past hour, staring at my ceiling. I never have been able to get a full nights sleep here, it was too much of a show house. It's never felt like my home, not even in my bedroom.
With a sigh I rolled onto my side and reached over to flick my bedside lamp on. The corners of my mouth twitched as the dim light illuminated the photo frame that was set behind my current book. In the foreground was a five year old, golden hair boy, a mega-watt grin lighting up his features. Behind him was a tall, teenage boy with messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He had his arm draped over the shoulder of a girl who was about a head shorter than him. She had shoulder length ebony hair with a full fringe and stormy grey eyes. Her smile revealed one dimple in her left cheek. Nobody ad seen that dimpled smile for a while, not ever her. Her being me, Autumn Harris, the boys being my old best friends, Prosper and Bo.
I sat up and stared at my reflection in the mirror the was opposite my bed. Compared to the photo, I was unrecognizable. My fringe was now brushed to the left and I'd let the rest grow out to reach my waist. My once stormy eyes were now a dull grey. I was underweight which caused my cheekbones to be more prominent and I had a dark pink scar that ran from under my right ear, along my jaw bone, stopping about a centimeter from my chin.
Turning away from my repulsive reflection, I swung my legs over the side of my bed, taking one last glance at the photo before heading for a shower. No doubt Allison, my foster mother, would be dragging me around town today. Tomorrow was the day of our annual holiday. I was yet to be told our destination but I knew it meant that Allison would need even more 'cute beach outfits.'
Allison Savage was your typical trophy wife. Curves in all the, apparently, right places, fake breasts, botoxed lips, cheeks and forehead, far too much fake tan, peroxide blonde hair with extensions and everything designer and sparkly. I honestly didn't mind. It was her body and her life. She can do what she likes. The thing I hated was that she was constantly trying to make me into her mini-me. I'm not a total tomboy but nor am I a complete bimbo. I'm just me. I don't know why she even bothers anymore, she knows I'm just going to alter and customize anything she buys me regardless.
The only reason we were going on holiday is because Jackson, my foster father, has entered Allison into some beauty contest that's supposed to be happening. He loves showing her off, especially if it meant there'd be a financial gain because of it. I'm still surprised he hasn't started pimping her out. Yet. To people of importance, Jackson seemed nice as pie. To people he couldn't care less about, me, he took out every piece of anger or drunken frustration, on. And trust me, that was alot.
Once I'd finished in the shower, I got dressed and read another chapter of my book. The next thing I knew it was half seven and movement could be heard around the house. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching my door, followed by four loud thuds startled me out of my day dreaming.
"Up. Now!"Came Jackson's voice.
"I'm awake!" I called trying to keep my voice steady. He always put me on edge.
He barged into my room as I stood from my bed. His expression was serious as he scanned me over. "You're going into town with Allison today. And no funny business." He warned.
Of course. Last time I'd attempted to runaway, disappearing into busy crowds in the hoped of an escape. No such luck. I was caught by Tony, Jackson's right hand man, and dragged back home. I received a black and and fat lip that night.
"I wouldn't dare." I muttered, not meeting his eyes.
"Good." I could hear the arrogant smugness in his voice. "You'll be leaving in an hour." With that said, he left my room.
As I grabbed my leather satchel bag and headed into the kitchen I started to wonder why the Savage's had even fostered me in the first place. I pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge to pour myself a glass, now thinking about holiday when Jackson and Tony walked in.
"Um, Jackson?" I focused my gaze on the glass, clutched tightly in my hands.
"What?"
"Where are we going tomorrow?" I was praying it would be somewhere busy with lots of tourists. Somewhere where someone small like me could easily get lost.
"Venice."
Bingo!