Backstories

by Rosegarden212

This is the story of her scares, her tattoo, her power, her fear. This is his hunt, his game, his rules. Her pain, his gain, her predator, his pray. this is the story of the unknown, Celty Selusia. This is my first fanfiction, and the rating may change.

2. Chapter 2:Him

Chapter 2:Him

POV: Logan- ex team member

He's alive. Celty stood there, and I watched her from my hiding spot as she took the request, and ran from the guild. I don't know where she went, but she seemed like she was in a hurry, and she didn't trust me enough that I could try to console her. She used to love me. Then He stole her from me. Then He stole everything from us.

Celty's POV

I bolted from the guild house, and didn't stop running until I had reached my apartment building. I ran to my room, and crashed onto the floor, tripping on a package just inside the door. I saw the symbol painted on the cardboard, and my heart stopped. A treble clef with a rose on top. He's already found me, I thought, panic setting in as I realized how much trouble I was in. He knows where I live, he probably knows where I work-

Crap." He probably knows about Fairy Tale.

Slowly, I looked at the request flyer in my hand, and my heart stopped altogether. Carl Azose is His pseudonym. I scrambled up from the floor, and grabbed the box. I sat on my bed, and opened it. On top, there was a letter, addressed to me, and a single rose petal. I lifted them gently, and placed them next to me on the bed. Knowing Him, those are important. I looked in the box again, and saw a beautiful wooden jewelry box, with "Home" etched into it, in fancy script. I already knew what was in the box. I opened it, and saw jewel. So much jewel. Enough that I could- No. He wouldn't. I opened the letter, and saw what I was expecting to see. A picture of a rose, and a letter reading:

Dear Celty,

I have watched you for a while, and I know you believed me dead, but on that mountain top I didn't die. You know you couldn't have actually killed me! But she did die. She needed to. She wasn't essential to our lives, your sister is happy now, and I'm sorry I had to do that in front of you. I thought that knock to the head I gave you would still leave you unconscious. There was no pain. But now, it is time to come with me. Pack for cold, my love.

Love,

Your biggest fan.

She picked up the box, the letter, and the petal, and carefully put them in a suitcase. It's not like she would have a choice of going with him. She might as well go prepared.

Authors note

So, I'm sorry for not updating in a while! (Even though no one is reading this, because no one reads OC stories) I will try to fix that. Logan and other things mentioned in this chapter will be explained later. Bye!

-RoseGarden212