A/N Okay, so this is going to be a modern day Helsa fic.
This is set in modern time and will be definitely AU for obvious reasons.
Warning: There will be strong language and sexual references in early chapters. There will also be lots of angst in later chapters.
Please review and let me know what you guys think. Should I continue?
Chapter One.
Hans Westergard squinted, then rubbed his temples vigorously. Paperwork upon paperwork had landed on his desk that morning, and he had spent the past ten hours plowing through it.
Sometimes he really hated his job. The only satisfaction he got from being one of the city's top lawyers, was that he was partially responsible for putting some of the most dangerous criminals behind bars.
He glanced at his watch, noting the time. Six thirty. His wife would probably be leaving work herself right now. His eyes settled on one of the numerous picture frames which lined his desk. He picked this particular one up, looking closely at the glossy photo showing off his beautiful bride on their wedding day. She had insisted she go non-traditional and wear a blue dress adorned with sparkling snowflakes. She looked stunning, and he had to remind himself everyday of how lucky he had been to marry such a smart and intelligent woman like her. It was coming up to their two year anniversary, but it seemed like only yesterday that he was stood at that altar, reciting wedding vows to the one and only love of his life.
Carefully, Hans placed the picture back down, then began filing the last of his paperwork. Once his work was finally completed, the auburn haired man grabbed his coat from his closet, and exited his office, remembering to wave goodbye to his secretary as he passed by. He was so ready to call it a night, drive home, have dinner, then make love to his beautiful, blonde beauty.
As he strolled through the parking garage, his cellphone rang loudly. When a picture of his wife flashed up, he answered with a bubbly greeting. "Hey there baby...yeah I'm on my way home now. I'll drop off at the convenience store and buy us a bottle of wine. Be about an hour...love you too."
Hans put the phone away, before clambering into his black suv to begin the long journey home.
Elsa Westergard pulled up outside the large home she shared in the suburbs with her dearest husband. A cool breeze brushed across her pale, delicate skin as she dashed up to the front door. Her husband had said he would be home in about an hour, so plenty of time for her to cook dinner. Approaching the front door, she yawned loudly. The blonde had been feeling more tired then usual lately, so before starting the cooking, she figured a long, hot shower was definitely in order.
After unlocking the door and entering the house, she dropped her briefcase by the door, kicked off her shoes and placed her keys on a nearby table. Then, taking off her coat, she draped it over the couch, before making her way upstairs.
Stepping into the bedroom, she let down her platinum blonde hair, allowing the curled locks to cascade down over her shoulders. Just as she was about to undress, a hand sprang out of nowhere, tangling itself roughly in her hair, yanking her head back sharply.
"OW!" Elsa screamed as she attempted to pry the large hands away from her.
"Looky who we have here," a manical voice sneered, before he threw her haphazardly to the bedroom floor, her back colliding with a nearby wall. "You're Westergard's little bitch, aren't you?"
Elsa groaned as her back flared with pain. Instinctively, she cried out, before gritting her teeth.
The man advanced towards her. "I was actually hoping to find your husband at home, but I guess you'll have to do."
"W-Who are you? and what do you want?" Elsa asked fearfully.
The man crouched down in front of her, his hand again pulling at her pristine hair. "It doesnt matter who I am...the question is...what am I going to do?"
"W-What are you going to do?" she asked, repeating his words.
Her assailant clambered to his feet, whilst Elsa remained on the floor, her petite body still in slight pain. Ignoring her, he simply grinned, before his eyes glanced around the room. "So, this is where that hotshot lawyer, Westergard actually lives? nice crib, but then I guess you can afford it when you're on a six figure salary."
He began touring the room, picking up various ornaments, and examining every photo frame. The one of her deceased parents, another of herself with her younger sister, Anna. But the last one, the one which caught his attention, and the one he happened to be most interested in, was a picture of both her and her husband.
The man's hate-filled eyes narrowed, his face contorted in rage. He could feel anger building up inside of him as he threw the glass frame against the wall, shattering it into tiny pieces.
Elsa covered her ears to block out the deafening noise, until the room was blanketed in a deathly silence. Her eyes slowly flitted to the glass fragments now littering the floor. The crunching sound made by the man's shoes as he stomped over the shards towards her, made her cringe. She hugged her knees to her chest as her attacker's thudding footsteps stepped closer.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged. Elsa couldn't believe her strong, independent character had been reduced to a quivering mess, who was now pleading for her life.
Once again he halted abruptly in front of her, lowering himself to her level, but Elsa shut her eyes, refusing to look at him.
More suppressed anger surged through him, and he reached out, grabbing her chin harshly, forcing her to look at him. "Open your eyes bitch, and look at me!" he demanded.
Elsa remained defiant. "No!"
"LOOK AT ME!"
Again she refused, until, and without warning he curled a large hand around her slender neck, whilst the other grabbed her hair and he forcefully kissed her.
Her eyes flew open, and she brought her hands up in an attempt to push him away, but he was too strong. As he forced his tongue into her mouth, Elsa pummeled him harder, trying to inflict at least some damage, but this was seemingly in vain.
Amused at her feeble attempts, he removed his rough lips from her supple ones. Keeping his hand firmly around her neck, he rose to his feet taking Elsa with him. Once she was in a standing position, he slowly removed his hand from her neck. As soon as she felt him release her, she tried to make a run for it. Sighing in frustration, he ran after her, quickly apprehending her. This was followed by a backhand to the cheek, sending her sprawling to the floor.
The man towered over her, grinning evilly. "Aww, did that hurt?"
Elsa cradled her cheek, whilst staring up at him. It was only at this moment that she was she able to get a real close look at her attacker. "Stocky build, mottled brown hair, steely blue eyes, and his smell. He smelt like he hadn't showered in weeks.
"W-What do you want?" she asked shakily, staggering to her feet.
Menacingly stalking towards her, he mockingly asked that question himself. "Hmmm? what do I want?"
Elsa backed up, until she was flat against the wall. "Please, take whatever you want. Just...just leave me alone."
"Oh, I'll take what I want alright, but not right now. I'd rather wait until we have an audience."
She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. "I...don't understand."
Immediately, he pressed up close against her slender form, pinning her to the wall. Whilst he kept her firmly in place, he reached behind to his back pocket and pulled out a gun. Stroking her cheek with the weapon, a glint of malice flashed in his eyes. "Isn't that just sweet. You really don't know what I want, do you?"
"No," she replied timidly.
Leaning in close, he whispered harshly in her ear. "Let me tell you why I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here for revenge on Hans Westergard. He has to pay for what he did to me. And what best way to make him suffer, by hurting the person he loves the most."
A/N More to come...
