I own nothing, but my oc I just noticed there were few if any of Garret/Oc stories so here's one I've been think about for a while enjoy
1793 Versailles, France
A cloaked figure strode with purpose through the night walking quickly at almost a jog to their destination. It was not safe for anyone to be out at night in this day and age especially for a woman, but she had information that had to be delivered and waiting could mean the loss of life. A silent shadow followed the woman stalking her on this night she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time nothing more or less.
As the woman rounded the corner her pursuer disappeared, but they had not given up their pray, only to reappear in front of the woman.
She gasped hand clenched over her chest and whispered "Oh Monsieur, vous m'avez fait peur."
"Pardonnez-moi Mademoiselle, qui n'était pas mon intention." he answered smoothly
"Je suis désolé mais je dois y aller maintenant Monsieur." The woman said wearily trying to escape and be on her way
"Non, je suis désolé, mais je ne peux pas vous laisser échapper." The man answered coming into the light
He was tall with long dark and filthy matted hair, he was pale as porcelain, and he had a slight build covered by a ripped and filthy white button up shirt, oh god was that blood stained on it, and a vest that was missing a few buttons, his trousers were dirty and threadbare and his shoes had obviously seen better days, but the part of him that stood out the most was his inhuman beauty and his glowing ruby red eyes.
The woman stared into his eyes in fear and saw only death. She would be the end of her family line her father had died when she was a girl and her older brother had already gone and she did not know if her little brother would survive.
"s'il vous plaît...s'il vous plaît." The woman begged tears coming to her eyes yet none spilled
"Je suis désolé mon cher." He said hands on both side of her head bringing her in as if for a kiss and then lunged for her throat
My life ended that night so long ago, my fight in the revolution ended, my information did reach my comrades, but by letter from me instead and then I disappeared from their knowledge. I burned alone for three days the vampire who created me did so without his knowledge he had thought I was dead and by the second hour I wish I was. When I awoke I had no idea what had happened to me, but I knew I could not go back to my old life so for the first year of my life I hid in the desolate slums around Paris and her neighboring cities. I found others like me some were kind like Marietta a nomad like myself who took the time to explain to me what I was, how it was I was still alive, and the laws of this life. I spent six years with her learning all I could and at the end of the French Revolution I left again on good terms still with her, others I met were not so kind I quickly learned how to defend myself, or perish, but not without earning more than a few scars. At the turn of the century I decided to check on my family before moving on and found that they all had perished and been buried and now that I knew they no longer were here living in France became too painful with all the memories of them surrounding me. I left for the new world and I have not looked back since.
There's my intro there will be more Garret soon I just wanted her change out of the way so review let me know what you think and let me know if there's anything you want to see happen in later chapters
