Lord of the Thieves

"When did you plan on telling me that my wedding bouquet and my wedding dress had already been chosen?" Blossom's tone was a deadly whisper, dripping with venom. The air in her father's den was cold and stiff and she had made it that way. The light was red from the roaring fireplace and the books had gathered dust, giving the air an old, hidden smell with a mix of burning wood and coals. Her father took another sip of tea and looked at his daughter with a calm, unemotional face. He sighed and took her small, dainty hand into his big, meaty one.

"Little Dove, you must look at it from your elders' views. Dexter's family has a long history of being on time and planning ahead. They would not wait until you were available to be with them. The dress they had chosen has been in their family for generations and your mother was always so envious of it. It thrilled her to think her only daughter would wear it soon and then pass it on to her children." Blossom glowered. She did not want to wear the dress; she wanted to pick her own dress.

"And my bouquet?" Blossom had found out that Dexter's aunt had a ghastly choice in flowers and she was choosing the bouquet. She chose junior corpse's flowers that were an ugly reddish brown with yellow dots. They were incredibly expensive since they were so rare, but who would really buy them except for the rich with no taste?

"Dexter's aunt is a very good friend of the family and it would be a shame to disappoint her. She was so honored to be able to choose your bouquet. You would not as so cruel as to tell her that you hate them, would you?"

"But I do. I hate everything about this wedding! I hate the flowers, the location, the date, the idea, and most of all, I HATE THE GROOM!" Blossom snarled. "Nothing in this wedding is for me! You only wish me to marry Dexter so that you may get a bit of his inheritance! I feel like a common barn animal being prepped to be sold and then taken to the slaughter house! I'll never be happy again, I'll be miserable for the rest of my life!" She ran out, sobbing. She was so tired of it, she wanted to be free and yet, it seemed like these chains of gold and bars of silver kept her in her cage. Blossom ran into her own den, a small little room with a big window and a music stand. And she smiled at her the two of her closest companions: the harp and the violin.


A pain filled scream echoed through the dark alley way, pants of fatigue and twinge followed in suit. The sobs and pants followed each other like a fast, frightening piece of music…finally the sounds stopped and a man walked out, covered in crimson, but not injured. He had deep red eyes and red hair with a black hat. He dressed mysteriously like he was the lord of the thieves. And he really was the best thief in London. The very mention of him sent guards on the toes, hoping to catch this legendary rogue, hoping that they would be paid handsomely for turning him into the gallows. But no one ever caught him, no one even knew what he really looked like without the black mask he wore.

"Leader, that was a wonderful steal, but did we have to kill that guard? The officials shall be on our trail for months on end, once again." A man about the same age as the first, probably around eighteen, asked. He looked like a lost prince with blonde hair and startling electric blue eyes. He wore a blue attire that he seemingly stole as well and his face was tinted with dust from hiding in alleys and sleeping in cold, dank apartments.

"It was either we kill him, or he kills us. At least this way, we got away with something. Right, leader?" Another man came out of the shadows. He almost blended in with his ruffled black hair and his dark, deadly green eyes. His skin was dark from the mud and dirt he had hid in so that the guard wouldn't find him, but once he cleaned it off, you could see he was undeniably handsome…if not, a little rough. His green forest attire made it easy for him to fight and run. But he was in no way a coward.

The leader didn't say anything, but instead, put on a dark captain's hat and walked off coolly. They watched him. The boy with green eyes was about to follow when the other one stopped him. "Let him go…he's off to find that girl again."

"I honestly do not know why he bothers. She doesn't even know he's there and he has throngs of beautiful women throwing themselves at him, willing to let him do anything."

"I do not see why you complain. When they are turned down, they throw themselves at you." The leader walked the streets in the shadows so no one could fully see him. He stood at the gate of a lovely mansion. There was a tall tower with a pointed roof that added to the elegance of it. The large bay window gave him a clear view of what was inside. A big empty room, but he saw the silhouette of a young woman playing what looked like a violin or fiddle. He couldn't tell which. He decided to get a closer look. The black iron gate was cold and threatening, but he took no notice. He used the entrance he usually did. The leader walked around the perimeter of the gate and found a large rock that he could stand on, grab the branch of the tree on the other side, and climb over. After he was in, he walked calmly over to the large, dark hazelnut tree and began to climb until he could just barely reach the bottom of the bay window. It was the perfect way to stay hidden. And he could see her. That red haired beauty that haunted his dreams and populated his thoughts.

Blossom stood next to the window, oblivious of him, playing her violin...and that how he liked it.


"There you are, I was wondering when you'd get back. Butch almost ate your share." The blond man said when he saw his leader walk in the door. He grunted and took a piece of bread, some meat, and a cup of wine before leaving the room. "He must have a lot on his mind." He said to the green eyed man.

"I can't say the same for you, Boomer." That earned Butch a wonderful gift. He got his soup thrown in his face.

The leader went towards his room. The place he lived was dark and hidden. Most of them were the poorest in all of England, which made them the best thieves as well. A blond girl sat on the floor, her head nodded. "Tired, Bubbles?" She looked up and smiled. He felt bad for her. She was such a sweet, loving soul. It wasn't fair that she was poor while her family was rich. Her sisters and mother hated her and her father had been tricked into thinking that she was sleeping around with all the servants and that's why they were so obedient to her. Poor, accused Bubbles was thrown out like a disgusting dog. If he and Boomer hadn't found her, she would have surely died from being so frail in a cruel world.

"I'm fine, Brick. I just had a rough night."

"Fever?"

"It seems. If Bell hadn't found those herbs to help me, I don't know what would have happened." Bell was the beauty in this small community. She was also very good with herbal remedies and doctoring. She would have been a great doctor, if her mentor hadn't died and she wasn't thrown out due to being a woman. Bubbles was usually always sick, that's why Bell was a great person to have around. They got along great. "Have you seen Blare around lately? Bell was looking for him." Brick shook his head no. Blare was always running off somewhere and leaving his fiancee behind. But he made it up to Bell by bringing back food and other things she might like. Once, he even brought her back a dress that he had won in a gamble.

"You know him, he always runs off doing God-knows-what. Here, I got you something." He reached into his pocket and brought out two small boxes. Bubbles let out a squeal!

"You got me tea!"

"I know you don't like Earl Grey, but it was the only one I could snag. That old man's house was loaded with valuables, but left a lot to be desired in virgin drinks." She hugged him.

"Brick, this is the best present I've gotten! Thank you so much!" Brick nodded and began to walk away. As he was leaving, he called back-

"Enjoy the rest of your birthday."


1-Boil a big steaming pot of dark London

2-Add in one pink-clad beauty-Blossom

3-Drop in a big spoonful of genius-Dexter

4-Add in fifteen years of intended arranged marriage

5-Add fifteen years of angered resentment and irritation

6-A pinch of misery

7-And finally, a hot teeming spoonful of thievery and charm-Brick

And voila, you now have a big old helping of Red Canterella, lol!