Chapter 1: The Stranger in Black Pt. 1

A young girl warily made her way home as dark and gloomy clouds slowly caught up to her. Sensing the oncoming storm the young girl her hood from her black hoodie up and kept it on her head as she increased her steps. Thunder clapped as lightning and rain to fall out of the sky in buckets. The girl jumped at the psychotic crackle of thunder as the lightning again lit up the sky as if it were daytime. For the girl it meant running while not tripping as the rain pounded down and shook the trees that lined the street she was on. As the girl ran towards her apartment the only sounds she heard was her heavy, ragged breathing, the downpour of the rain and a call for help? The girl froze, a strong breeze sent the rain pounding against her face. Muttering curses at the wind and rain, the girl strained to hear over the howling wind.

"Help…I'm hurt please someone help…please…"

'Who is that?' thought the girl as she constantly wiped her eyes in order to see. 'Oh how I wish I had my glasses, then maybe I can see where I'm going a lot better…wait, no they wouldn't help in this weather! In fact they'll be useless! UGH!...I hope that person is okay. They did sound close though maybe I can help them. No, Hannah you should just ignore it and get home now!' The girl shrugged and went back to briskly walking down the street.

"Help me…please…I don't want to die…"

The girl stops again, her emotions lost between helping the unknown person or just going home. 'But what if the person's dying and I could be their choice of whether they live or die. If that's the case then I would never forgive myself if I just leave them. Oh what the Hell! I'm gonna help 'em!"

The girl set off in the direction she last heard the voice, an aura of confidence swaying like the wind around her. As she came closer to the person, she could hear ragged breathing and the form of a person slumped next to an ominous looking alleyway. Scared that something would pop out and attack her, she kept her eyes trained on the alleyway as she quickly ran over to the slumped body.

"Hey are you okay? I'm here to help you." said Hannah as she knelt down and carefully reached her hand out to shake the person.

Unknowingly, the person was fully aware of her presence and swiftly grabbed hold of her wrist, their grip tight and lightly bruising. Hannah freaked out and desperately tried to free her wrist.

"HEY! LET GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME!...please I ju-just wanted to help," Hannah collapsed to the ground and started to cry, "Please all I wanted to-to do was help…please don't hurt me…" She was now crying hysterically and the person felt bad that they had caused her such distress.

Not wanting to startle her, the person carefully ran a hand on the side of her face that was free of hair and her hands for she had covered her eyes with them to hide her tears.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you any harm or distress. That was just a reflex. I know you just want to help. Please stop crying. It hurts me to see people hurt or crying."

Hannah froze, shocked at the deep, velvety voice and quickly snapped her head up to see the person. She gasped and fell backwards. Infront of her was a handsome young man who looked to be in his twenties staring at her with the most beautiful blue eyes that she had ever seen. They were like the clear blue ocean that she had only ever seen on the postcards from her grandmother when she was little.

~Flashback~

A big mansion nestled within a circle of trees slowly comes to life. Servants, butlers, and maids quickly ready themselves for the long grueling day ahead of them. One maid in particular was hastily trying to put her clothes back on and run out the door to get her master's breakfast. Her cute heart-shaped face was flushed and her long black locks in a disarray due to last night's events. Her master laid in bed eyeing her curvy and partially nude body like a hungry wolf. He knew that what he was doing was horribly wrong for the maid looked no older than sixteen but at the moment he could hardly care less.

As the maid finished putting on her clothes and making herself a bit more presentable, she hurriedly bowed before leaving the room. Not two seconds after an older, more refine looking woman in her late thirties came in with that day's mail gripped loosely in her manicured and sculpted hands. She sneered at the door that the maid left through before plastering on a fly smirk as she made contact with the man in bed.

"Had a little fun last night with the new maid, eh, my good husband?"

Her voice was cold as ice and her aura was wicked and perverse. Her husband grinned evilly and slowly got up from the bed, clad in nothing but air and made his way over to the woman he called his wife. Upon reaching her, he encircled her waist and gently skimmed his nose up and down his wife's throat and collarbone. The woman hummed while her husband went off to his chair by the fireplace, putting on a rich red robe to cover himself as he lit a cigar and turned his attention to his wife.

"My dear wife, what do you have there?" he asked with feign interest.

"Oh just the day's mail, dear, there is a letter from the company for you, a Vogue magazine subscription renewal for me and…ugh!" The woman crinkled her nose in utter disgust. The husband become curious as to his wife's sudden show of hatred and distaste and wanted to find out why.

"Why the sudden look of disgust, love? Surely whatever it is can't be that bad?" he joked.

"Oh no my dearest, it is horrible. That woman sent that thing another postcard." She grumbled.

"You mean your Mother?" he said.

"Yes!" she wined.

"Well…"

"Well, what, dear? You honestly don't expect me to give it to that thing. I'd rather have my eyes clawed out of my head!" she yelled, her face gaining a reddish tint.

Her husband sighed, "No, I don't expect you to willingly give her the postcard, but if we don't then your Mother will become suspicious of us again and I really don't want a conflict with her right now."

The woman stood there silently fuming. She did not want to give that thing one bit of happiness on her watch, but her husband was right and she really wanted that woman's money. So, with much distaste, she sighed dramatically and called for the thing that ruined her life her daughter.

"GIRL! GIRL! Where are you, you little brat! COME HERE NOW! I have a postcard from that woman for you! COME HERE NOW!"

The light patter of small feet echoed throughout the gloomy hallways of the mansion. A small girl with unruly, curly, brown hair bouncing away as her small, bare, and calloused feet sped her towards her destination, the master suite.

Till next time my friends of the night~ XD

Helloeveryone, and welcome to my new Fanfiction, The Guardian: An Andy Biersack Love Story. I am sorry to say that my other two Fanfics shall be on a long hiatus period, well until this story is finished. I would also like to address that my best friend Zdreams is my first reviewer and that has made me so happy.Also I will not reveal anything about my main character Hannah or all the special powers and abilities that the BVB boys may have. I also noticed that I have made and epic fail with Andy Biersack's last name in my prologue and would like to say PLEASE FORGIVE I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE A MISTAKE! Anyway I hope you enjoyed the first true installment of The Guardian. I would really like it if you would click on the pretty little button that says review. I promise to give that person and computer plushie of Andy Biersack or any of the guys from BVB EXCEPT Jinxx cuz he and SammiDoll must stay together with me, so sorry and TTFN!