I Fall
Into You
Chapter 1
In the Darkness
AN: Hello everyone! Here's a brand new story for you all. I know there's still the final chapter for my other story that needs to be written, but this idea came to me, and I simply couldn't let it go. I want to personally thank ComingAndGoingByBubble for encouraging me to write and post this story. This story, I'm hoping won't go as dark as my previous one, but hey, the creative bunnies in my head sometimes want to take me in a different direction than originally planned. I hope you like this story. If you do, let me know in a review. Reviews are wonderful and I absolutely love to hear your thoughts. Thank you and the next chapter will be up soon, pending on the reviews and whether or not there's a large interest in this.
Summary: When Fiyero's dreams of a woman with ethereal skin come to fruition, he does everything in his power to protect her. Having bought her off the hands of a seedy merchant, Fiyero sets to work, re-teaching her everything she had lost during those years of being abused and sold to the masses. He irrevocably ends up falling more and more in love with her as time goes by. The only problem…his wife, Galinda Upland Tiggular, is less than thrilled at the sudden competition for her husband's heart. But what neither Fiyero, nor Galinda had figured on, was stumbling across an eighteen year old mystery hidden within the shadows, and spoken in silent secrets to those involved. Who is this mysterious green woman, and why was she taken from her home?
Fiyero has a dream of a beautiful ethereal creature with emerald skin that shimmers in the sunlight. He unintentionally finds her, hidden within the seedy shadows of the City of Emeralds more seedy alleys. He takes her in, cleans her up and teaches her to be a Lady. He irrevocably ends up falling in love in the process. The problem? His wife, Galinda
Mist swirled within the darkness of a realm cloaked within the light of midnight. Only small splays of silver moonlight peeked through the ebony curtains, revealing small flickers of emerald valleys covered in flowers so rare, and with colors so delicate and frail, one would fear would shatter with a single touch. Farm lands, quant little houses with chimney's puffing out gray smoke from the cooking fires. Darkness crashed once more, before fading beneath the rays of the silver moon, revealing a figure standing tall against the ebony night.
Stars filled the sky, the Solstice Moon, slowly rose high in sea of ebony silk. The woman was tall, slender; the perfect hourglass figure that would ignite jealousy within any woman's heart. Her hair was like silk, and black like a raven's feather danced within the light wisps of the Nordic breeze. The skirts of her tattered dress, sweep gracefully within the billowing wind; like angel wings fluttering within invisible torrents of the river's edge. Her head was bowed, casting a dark shadow to crest over her face. Her slender fingers laced together in a silent prayer, rested against her chest. The light of the silver moon casted down upon her skin, gave the woman an almost ethereal glow, making her skin glitter like crystals from the heaven's.
Suddenly, the woman's body goes rigid. Slowly, she turns; the shadow creeping over her face melts within the light of the silver moon, revealing eyes the color of warm chocolate, sparkles of gold shimmer within her eyes, by the rays of the moon and the stars of the night.
Her face was soft, like an angel, her lips were small, and slender, seductive and enticing all in one. Her nose was small, and slightly pointed, and her eyes glimmered of innocence shattered beneath the darkness of the world.
I called out to thee in the darkness…alone I stand…crying for my savior to come find me, and rescue me from this hellish existence. Come my warrior on Angel's wings. I wait for thee...to come find me…and break me free from the chains of Hate.
A heart wrenching scream ripped Fiyero from his dreams. Bolting upright, his wild, sapphire eyes stared horror-stricken out into the room, half casted into darkness. Small glints of the silver moon pour in through the large veranda overlooking the City of Emeralds. A light breeze sweeps past white silken curtains, making the fabric danced in the night, and tussled his sweat drenched locks.
Taking a shaky breath, Fiyero slowly turned on his side. Reaching out, his fingers trembling in the half-darkness gently clutched at the bundle of sheets next to him, and holding his breath, gently pulled the blankets away.
A sigh of relief, slipped past terse lips at the sight of a woman with lithe blonde curls, sleeping beside him, half covered beneath the blankets. Her pale skin shimmered in the moonlight, making her look like an angel of the night.
A soft smile tugged at the sides of Fiyero's lips, for the beauty sleeping next to him was none other than Galinda Upland, his wife and future Queen to the Vinkus.
The two had met in college, and had fallen in love immediately. Sparks flew, as Galinda put it, the instant her eyes fell upon the handsome Winkie Prince, and his tight white pants.
Their relationship was perfect, for the two fit together perfectly. And when it came time to graduate, the two were met with a big surprise. For secretly, whilst the two were away in college, Fiyero's parents, and Galinda's had arranged a marriage deal. So, after the two graduated, they were whisked away to the Vinkus and married a few months after.
After the two married, they moved to the Emerald City, where Fiyero built up a business that helped contract deals with neighboring countries with the Vinkus.
Galinda, had gotten a job in the Palace of Emeralds, as the Speaker for the Great Wizard, and was also in line to become his next Grand Vizier.
Married life was grand, and Fiyero truly loved being married to the blonde angel lying beside him, naked beneath the sheets, the moonlight shimmering on her skin, making her glow. Her golden curls felt like silk beneath his fingers, and he loved taking the curls and pulling them out till they were straight, then letting go and watching them spring back into place.
But not long after his marriage, the nightmares came, and haunted his dreams. Night after night, he dreamt of this emerald goddess, standing in a field of glistening blades of grass, swaying and dancing within the breeze. The flowers, rare and exotic in beauty swayed to the unfurled melody of the night sky.
Every night, every dream, she stood on top of the hill, looking up at the moon, her hands folded together in a silent prayer, pressed against her chest. Her face was always hidden within the shadows. And, as if sensing someone coming up behind her, she would stiffen, before slowly turning to face whoever was standing there.
It was always the same, for just as the shadows fell away, revealing her face, he would awaken in a panic, panting, gasping desperately for air, his heart constricting within his chest.
Her voice floated along the edge of the breeze, soft like silk, seductive, enticing, yet a ghost of a whisper. He never could hear her words, for the wind always carried her words away on the northern torrents. Yet, there was a hidden sadness, a pain that echoed within the silence of the moon.
He didn't know why, but this woman haunted his dreams, for he knew not who she was, and yet he felt like he had known her for a lifetime. Deep within his soul, a pulse throbbed hard, a ghost of an echo that vibrated deep within his body which ached for this emerald enchantress.
It was because of these dreams, which led Fiyero to leave the Vinkus, and take up residence within the City of Emeralds. It was a calling, a secret message that only he could hear which called him to this fair city. He didn't know why, only that his heart, led him hear, and it was here, where his heart told him he needed to be.
Galinda didn't mind. After all, she hated the dry heat of the Vinkus. She always complained the heat damaged her hair and made it frizz. Not to mention, ruining her complexion and drying out her pores. So, moving to the City of Emeralds was ideal for the little Gillikinese Princess.
Here, Galinda managed to get a job in the Palace of Emeralds, as the Wizards personal secretary, with the promise of rising up to become the successor to his present Grand Vizier.
Fiyero on the other hand, dealt more with the political ties between the City of Emeralds and the Vinkus, and helping establish stronger ties with not only the City, but the outer countries as well.
Sighing, Fiyero slowly lent forward, and pressed a gentle kiss on the blonde's cheek, before quietly slipping out of bed. Throwing on his robe, he tiptoed over to the veranda, overlooking the City.
The house they had moved into was close to the Emerald Palace, and was huge, a mansion as some would have put it. Though Fiyero loved the home, he still would have rather it been further out of the city and into more of the country where it was more peaceful, and less…flashy.
Leaning against the gilded railing, Fiyero closed his eyes against the gentle breeze drifting by, tussling his hair, and caressing his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and gazed down upon the city.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, as he rested his chin on top of his folded arms. His eyes sparkled within the moonlight, and his heart throbbed hard within his chest. For hidden deep within his heart, a pulse thudded deep within the hidden chambers of his heart, a pulse, for an unknown figure seen only his dreams.
"Fae" sighs Fiyero, as he closed his eyes, pretending the angelic maiden of his dreams was standing behind him enveloping him within her emerald arms, and holding him close.
That day, Fiyero found himself wandering aimlessly around the city. He had an hour to spare before his meeting with the Gillikinese Ambassador and a colleague from the Vinkus, so he figured he would walk around the shops, maybe find an early anniversary present for his wife.
Many of the shops he passed intrigued him with their fine silks, and expensive jewelry, yet nothing caught his attention fully to stop and inspect the wares and haggle over prices. So he kept walking, not really paying a mind to where he was going.
Soon though, he found himself wandering within the Shadow District; a section of the City where no respectable Nobleman would dare venture. For here, was where the "peculiar" and "disturbing" wares could be found. Prostitution ran rampant here, girls as young as nine worked the Five Points, a drug dealer in each corner would be found not too far away.
The smell alone made Fiyero's nose wrinkle in disgust, and he was about to turn and retrace his steps, when a flash of emerald caught his peripheral vision.
Spinning back around, Fiyero's large sapphire eyes widened in horror, for a girl of nineteen sat, half hunched over in a corner half concealed in shadows and small splints of light. Her skin was covered in dirt, and large bruises of a gruesome purple to a darkened black marred every inch of flesh visible. A black dress, ripped at the bosom, revealed an almost sickening thin waist; her ribs poked through lackluster emerald, bruises and gashes.
Dried blood stained her inner thighs, and some splattered the inside of her legs, a thin piece of material covered her womanly place. Her long raven hair was a tangled mess, with dirt and dried blood sticking in several strands, making some of it stick to her face.
Her skin, her body though wasn't what caught the Prince's attention. What caught his attention and made his breath hitch within his throat, was her enchanting chocolate eyes, for small swirls of gold dust sparkled deep within her majestic orbs. Silent screams to the nightmare world this girl was trapped within shimmered within her eyes. They looked vacant, almost broken.
Slowly, Fiyero stepped closer to her, but as he neared the girl; like a frightened animal, scooted away until her entire body was pressed against a building half covered in dirt and sludge.
A small whimper slipped past her cracked lips, as she wound her arms protectively around her rail thin legs. Her eyes, shimmered in fear, as they darted frantically back and forth between the Prince, and any means of escape.
"It's alright…I won't hurt you" soothes Fiyero, gently, he holds out a gloved hand out towards the green woman in a gesture of reassurance but to her, it was anything but that.
A cry slipped past her lips, before she violently threw herself against the wall.
Fiyero cringed, as her head cracked against the wall.
"It's alright…I won't hurt you…please-" pleads Fiyero.
"Hey! Who the hell are you!" came a gruff voice.
The green woman, wild and lost in the chaos throws herself into the shadows, half hiding away from the sight of the Prince, shivering and crying silently within the darkness.
An ache pulsed deep within Fiyero's heart, seeing this enchanting creature cry in pain, and in fear, quivering like a terrified animal, cornered, and lost.
It broke his heart, for no one, no matter what they may have done or where they have come from, deserved to live like this, in fear, wild like an animal, half starved to death, and shivering. He didn't know the atrocities, to which she had endured, or what had brought her to such a life, but he didn't care all he cared about, was helping her, and making that fear fade from within her eyes.
Steeling his emotions, Fiyero slowly rose back to his full height at the sound of thundering footsteps approaching him. Adjusting his cloak, Fiyero waited as a tall, fat man stepped out of the shadows. His dark grayish blue eyes glare maniacally back at Fiyero, before softening. His black, wiry hair looked tangled, with bits of food, and other stuff that Fiyero cared not to identify. His once crisp emerald shirt was now stained with beer, and what Fiyero could only guess was blood. His pants were wrinkled and stained in dirt.
"Hello friend…care to taste the Emerald Enchantress of the East?" asks the man, his voice was oily and acidic, it made Fiyero sick to hear him even speak, or see his teeth, which looked to not have been properly cleaned in years.
"No thank you. If I may inquire though who this woman is?" asks Fiyero, trying yet failing to keep his tone even.
"A Mystery of the East" smiles the man, as he makes a grand gesture with his hands.
"Erm…could you be more specific?" asks Fiyero, a little annoyed by the man dodging his questions.
"The farthest regions of Munchkinland…that's all I know" replies the man, deciding to drop the façade.
"I see…and exactly what are you selling?" asks Fiyero, hoping it wasn't what he feared.
"Her of course" laughs the man, as he gestures towards the cowering green woman.
"She's but a child" exclaims Fiyero.
"For nine moons' she's been in my services" replies the man proudly.
"Aha…and exactly…how old was she when you…claimed her?" asks Fiyero, through clenched teeth.
"She had seen nine moon's before she was sold outright to me" smiles the man.
"She was nine years old when you bought and sold her to the masses!" exclaims Fiyero in horror.
"Well yes…though I was the one who first broke her in" chuckles the man.
Fiyero had to turn away from that. The very idea of this man sodomizing a girl of only nine made the Prince's heart twist within his chest, and his stomach to churn.
"I see…how much?" asks Fiyero.
"Depends…for a half hour…twenty emerald ruppies…for an hour…a hundred…and if you just want her to suck on your-"starts the man, as he causally recited the rates like they were nothing of importance.
"No…not that" growls Fiyero, disgusted. "I meant how much to buy her off your hands?" asks Fiyero.
"She's not for sale" growls the man.
"Everything has a price…come now…you're not going to let your stubbornness get in the way of making you a very rich man are you?" asks Fiyero. Inwardly, he felt sick to his stomach, referring to this woman, this child as a thing, and not a human being. And yet it was necessary, if he wanted to save her.
"She's not for sale" replies the man again through clenched teeth.
"I'll give you a thousand emerald shards for the green woman" replies Fiyero, as he flashes the vile man the money.
Fiyero had to sneer, watching the man lick his fat lips as he eyed the money pressed in Fiyero's hands. It was a lot of money, more than he had ever seen and more then he would probably ever earn with or without the green aberration.
"Why do you want her so bad?" asks the man, as he eyes Fiyero suspiciously.
"Green is my favorite color?" whispers Fiyero, as he leans in close to the man's ear.
Chuckling, the man reaches up and snatches the money from Fiyero's fingers. Quickly, he counts the money, before pocketing it in his back pocket. Smiling, the man holds out an open hand at Fiyero.
"Deal…though I warn you…she's more trouble than she's worth" laughs the man.
"Can she speak?" asks Fiyero. As he shakes the man's hand.
"She could…but after several beatings…and more…violent persuasions…she stopped. She only communicates now through gestures…hell. She even forgot how to piss like a normal human being" laughs the man, as he shakes Fiyero's hand.
A hard shudder runs down Fiyero's spine, at the thought of how far this poor girl had fallen. The horrors she experienced, the nightmares.
Shaking those thoughts away, Fiyero's attention snaps back towards the shadows as an animalistic cry, nearly shatters his heart. Silently, he watches as the man roughly grabs a hold of the woman's arm, and pulling her close, shoves her hard against the wall.
It took all his restraint, to keep from marching up to the man and punch him in the face. Silently, Fiyero watched with clenched fists, as the man sadistically caressed the green woman's quivering chin. His other hand, reaches behind him, and grabbing a ring of keys from his belt, unlocks the collar on the green woman's neck.
With a clank, the metal collar and chains clatter to the ground. The green woman whimpers, as the man's hands roam over the woman's body, pinching her breasts roughly between his two fingers, as the other roams dangerously close to her center.
Enraged, Fiyero takes a threatening step closer to the man, and, clearing his throat, glares at the man, who now stares sheepishly back at him.
Smiling, the man removed his hand from between her legs. The one grabbing her breast runs along her chest, to her back.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself…one last caress…you understand" chuckles the man.
Not getting a response, the man gives Fiyero one last smile, before shoving the green woman into his arms.
Stumbling, Fiyero reaches out and grabs a hold of the emerald woman, stopping her fall to the ground.
Feeling the man's arms wind around her waist, the emerald woman immediately tenses, making Fiyero's heart break just that much more. Human contact, gentle human contact, was something this woman has obviously never experienced.
Slowly, he helped the woman get her feet beneath her. His one hand gently caresses her bare back. A small wince, flashes across his face, as his fingers run over the many disfigured scars made by the kiss of a whip.
Trembling, the girl slowly lifted her head up, until her dull, lackluster eyes stared tear-filled and terrified, back into soft sapphire. A soft whimper slipped past her quivering lips.
"It's alright. I won't hurt you-" a thought stops Fiyero from finishing that sentence. Instantly, his eyes snap back up to stare wide at the sight of the greasy man, hobbling back into the shadows.
"What's her name!" called out Fiyero.
Hearing the Prince's voice, the man stopped, but kept his back to the Prince. Several moments of silence passed, making Fiyero grow nervous. Slowly, the man turned to stare strangely back at him.
"Elphaba…that' what the ones who sold her to me called her" replies the man.
"Elphaba" whispers Fiyero.
"Aye…Elphaba" replies the man. Then, with a small smile, the man turns and disappears back into the shadows.
"Elphaba" repeats Fiyero again.
Slowly, his eyes flicker down to stare kindly back into lackluster chocolate. Gently, Fiyero's hand rises and tangles within her raven locks, before caressing delicately on her bruised cheek.
"Elphaba" smiles Fiyero again.