Fireworks

This idea plagued my mind for a while. I needed to write it out. Hope you enjoy.

He couldn't get her out of her mind. There was just something about her that was so… alluring. Instead of focusing on his current mission for Moloch he found himself imagining her. Imagining her smiling up at him, threading his fingers through her wavy, raven-black hair. After storming out of the barn that night Abraham Van Brunt's first instinct was to flee out into the stormy night atop of Daredevil but he saw her. Looking back, he should have killed her. But he just couldn't bring himself to harm her, seeing her scurrying away from him breathless and stunned. The Headless Horseman had a new weakness – Lieutenant Abigail Mills.

Wherever she went she felt like she was being watched. No, it was much more than that, she felt like she had another shadow. Whether she was working in the archives with Ichabod, or at the station enduring awkward encounters with Luke she could not shake the feeling. Her first guess was Andy Brookes not getting the hint that she wasn't interested but somehow, she felt this was different. More desperate and… urgent.

She could tell Ichabod but between dealing with murders involving some magical potion and Katrina being in Purgatory, the lieutenant realized he had a lot on his plate. She had to do this alone. She had overcome a lot of criticism – both racial and sexist to get to where she was.

He didn't mean to become so infatuated with her so quickly, but he did anyway - Katrina taking a backseat in his plans. It started with simply following Abbie to gain information on how to trap Ichabod but instead of reporting his findings to Moloch, he grew fascinated with simply watching her. Studying her.

There was a certain gracefulness with each movement she made, a certain elegance radiating from her petite frame. For a lieutenant she seemed to have a poor poker face as Abraham easily deciphered her thoughts and feelings. A furrowed brow and slight of the mouth, she was analyzing clues. A clench of her delicate jaw and hands indicated she was frustrated. If she tapped her fingers against her full lips, she was recalling a memory. She seemed to do that most at home. He longed to know what else roamed in her beautiful, chaotic mind.

After finally reuniting with his head, the Headless Horseman felt like a man reborn. Looking at a broken mirror he saw an impressively well-built man with steely blue eyes and long, blonde hair staring back at him. For the first time since he woke up in this new century Abraham felt complete. Despite this, he still found himself thinking of the beautiful lieutenant. He imagined her delicate hands tapping his shoulder, making him turn around; holding her while staring up at him with her doe-like eyes. He needed to know what her skin felt like, was it as soft as it looked?

Abraham van Brunt had had enough. He was going to capture his love. Tonight.

Abbie shuffled through the front door of her house, exhausted. She had been active since 4am trying to capture demonic spawns of Moloch that had been tormenting Sleepy Hollow officers. Sometimes she felt like her and Ichabod were two members short of being real-life Ghostbusters. Having hung her coat and gun holster, she walked upstairs to take a shower. Too tired to sleep, she crawled into bed and fell into a deep asleep.

Observing the whole scene from afar, Abraham entered the house with the dense fog masking his movement. He quietly crept upstairs and watched Abbie peacefully sleeping, her hair partly hiding her face. With his powerful hand, he gently swept her hair behind her ear. She looked almost angelic to the Horseman. It was almost surreal for him to be inside her bedroom, a room he spent weeks watching. But he didn't mind, he was here for her. He carefully picked Abbie up – bridal style and walked her outside and around her house, the last house on the street towards the thick forest. When asked hours later, no resident would recall seeing a man kidnap Abigail Mills. The only memory would be the thick dense fog that enveloped the street.

Abbie felt cold, trying to reach for her duvet instead her hands felt twigs and leaves. She opened her eyes to find herself in a forest dimly lit up by the moonlight. Scrambling to her feet, Abbie scanned around for a way out or movement near her. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember how she ended up here clad in only her nightgown. The last thing she remembered was crawling into bed and promptly falling asleep.

Refusing to let panic take over, Abbie scanned her nearby surroundings for anything that could help her. No phone, no wallet or anything. Which meant that either she must have been sleepwalking or someone took her. But where were they now? More importantly, how can she get back? She couldn't even alert Ichabod or anyone back at the station. Despite not knowing how to get back, Abbie made up her mind to start walking anyway. The last thing she wanted was for her to meet the person who kidnapped her. As she started walking, she heard a rustling behind her.

Abraham could sense her fear from where he was hidden behind the tree. He couldn't let his love leave. Truth be told, Abraham didn't even consider how she must feel, waking up in a strange place in the dark without any memory of how she ended up there. He just wanted to take her away from any place where they could be interrupted. He didn't want her to be frightened of him anymore. Out there, in Sleepy Hollow he was the evil, menacing Headless Horseman but in here, he was just a man captivated by his love. Slowly, he walked out from behind the tree…

And stood just at the edge of the clearing. She turned towards the sound and saw the tall, imposing figure of the Headless Horseman. But something was different. She looked into the steel blue eyes of the Horseman and gasped. He had sharp cheekbones and luscious long blonde hair that reached his shoulders. His eyes never left her. It was as if she saw him for the first time and it was disorientating. He was supposed to be her rival, a demonic, evil entity determined to bring chaos to Sleepy Hollow. Then why is it that he looked so normal? So human?

This was the one time he couldn't read her facial expression when he desperately wanted to. She didn't appear as frightened as before which was a good thing, yet she seemed frozen in place. Seeing an opportunity, he slowly moved towards her not wanting to scare her any further. She looked mesmerizing in the moonlight. The wind playing with her hair behind her. the air was so cold Abraham could see her breath coming out in short puffs. For weeks he imagined how she'd react when she saw him whole and complete, away from Ichabod's influence just him and her as it should be.

Smiling In the quiet forest, Abraham uttered his first words to Abbie, "Hello Abigail. We have much to discuss."

My first ever fanfiction in any shape or form! The pairing was inspired by Frostbytefire. Check out her stories, amazing reads. I'll be back soon.