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Here we go guys! I know that you haven't been waiting that long and I didn't feel like making you! But here is the first chapter to… dun… dun… DUN… AND THEN THERE WERE NONE! So keep on your pants on because here we go! So I'm starting off with a sort of introduction to Claire and her daughter Belle. Claire is telling Bell's her favorite bedtime story and I want to see if it's recognizable enough about whom she's interpreting. Good luck my duckies. Mind you that this is an intro not a chapter… so it's short.

And Then There Were None

Chapter: 1

Bedtime Stories

"Pilgrim, how you journey, on the road you choose. To find out why the winds die, and where the stories go." –Enya: Pilgrim

"Momma? Can you tell me the story about the princess and the evil king?"

"Of course, baby. I always love telling you that story. Ok, once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a mighty king and a lovely queen. One day, the king and queen were blessed with a beautiful daughter, the new princess to their far, far away kingdom. When the girl was born, many men, women, and knights swore to do whatever it took to protect her. The princess also had an older brother who vowed to slay any man or beast that threatened to take away his beloved sister. Nineteen years had passed and not a soul had attempted to kidnap the young girl… until one fateful night, a stormy night it was, the thunder roared and the lighting shimmered. A dark force had awakened and ordered his two most loyal demons to take the girl and return her to his castle deep within the dark forest. When the demons arrived at the royal palace, they were confronted by a group of guards and the prince."

"What ails you? Foul demons?"

"When the prince did not receive an answer, he became impatient and drew his sword. The demons only snickered at this and then snapped their clawed fingers and disappeared right before his eyes. The prince had a very bad idea to where the uninvited guests were headed. He and his knights ran up the winding staircase that led to the princess' room in the tower. When he kicked down the door, to his horrifying surprise, she wasn't there. He then rounded up the knights and demanded that they follow the two mysterious demons, for he would not let them get away with his sister. Meanwhile, the demons bantered in their demonic tongue and dragged their prize behind them. When the reached the castle, the larger of the two demons knocked twice on the drawbridge that was hung up, and the large wooden door dropped to the stone bridge, disturbing the crocodiles below in the murky mote. The princess struggled against her bounds as hard as she could, but to no avail. The demons were speaking in a language that was like nothing she had ever heard before. She didn't understand why she was brought to the dark forest but she had heard village storytellers rant on about a half-blood. The half-blood was neither man nor beast but both. The appearance and the exterior of a man but the heart and soul of a wolf. The poor princess wanted to cry when the demons had dragged her to a small, windowless room and locked her away snickering and snapping. She had lost count of the days and had not conjured up the right reason as to why she was imprisoned here. One day, the door to her cell had crept open and there stood the silhouette of a tall man. The light behind him caused his face to be masked in darkness and he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him."

"Who are you?" The princess asked.

"Who am I? Who am I? Hmm… that's funny. Who am I…"

"Answer my question!"

"Why so bold?"

"Why do you always answer a question with a question?" "The girl asked."

"Interesting… do you know why you are here, girl?"

"No… but I would like to know."

"Well… I am the half-blood." "The man bowed and stepped out from the darkness, and his red eyes flashed. He smiled wickedly at her, showing his two pointed canines."

"They were right. You are half man half wolf." "The handsome half-blood laughed and grinned at her again, holding his hands behind his back."

"I assure you, I'm not as hungry as I was yesterday. Oh that's right, you asked a question. How rude of me. You are here because I need to feel something. I need to know what it's like to… feel. I for one, have little emotion. I took you so I could try. Some evil intention isn't it? No. It actually isn't." "The half-blood took a step closer and gently took her hand and kissed it softly."

"I'll try my best to control myself."

"After the years had passed, the king and queen had given up the search for their beloved daughter and had vowed to never put another child in danger. The prince had not given though, he had sworn to protect her many years ago and he would not break his promise.

Meanwhile, the princess had undoubtedly fallen in love with the half-blood, for evil he was not. She loved him but she was unsure if he loved her back. Now twenty-five, the girl still had not known his name but he clearly knew hers. It seemed as if he knew everything about her and she felt comfortable with it to say the least. She knew that with every passing day, her kingdom had grown less and less optimistic on her rescue. They had probably given up by now. The years had been kind to her and he hadn't changed at all. Same arch-fiend eyes, same wolfish smile and same blonde hair. What the princess didn't know was that there was about to be a turning point in her life that would send her spiraling back to real life… her brother was coming to rescue her. She knew that the half-blood was capable of killing men; she had seen it with her own two eyes. She also knew that her brother was capable of killing men as well… but that was the slip, the half-blood wasn't a man. She was afraid that she would lose one of them, she was afraid that she would have to watch one of them die. When her brother arrived several days later, he was instantly confronted with the half-blood; he was bent on ending his life. They fought, swords clashed and clanged together, fists met jaws and chins and ribs. Feet connected with temples, chests, and faces. Blood flew and bones snapped. And then…"

Claire snapped her fingers and Belle's eyes widened like they always did at the climax of the story.

"He died. The half-blood had fallen to the prince's sword, thus keeping his promise. It was then that things weren't real anymore. She had been living in a fantasy and he had been her sanctuary. She raced to his side just as his eyes were fading gray…"

"Albert…" "Said the half-blood… he shook her hand and slipped away."

They didn't live happily ever after, Belle was ok with that. She loved the realization that came with the story; she loved the truth that was there as well, for Claire would never lie to her.

A/N: Short, but that's why they call it an intro. I hope you guys stick with me as much as the last!