The years flew by, and many young men had tried to get Lara to marry them,
and she turned every one of them down. She knew she only wanted Michael
Farrington. Two years later, when Lara turned 18 she went to a Swiss
Finishing school until the age of 21. Lara had blossomed more then anyone
would think. Lord Croft welcomed her home with a huge party with many of
his friends, some of hers, and of course Michael Farrington. When they saw
each other, the sparks flew. Michael was an attractive man of 23, with
brown hair, intelligent gray eyes, and a smile that opened a million
frowns. That night Lara wore a small black dress made by Christian Dior and
she looked gorgeous, she had a figure that no one could ever imagine
existed. But that didn't seem to matter. Michael did.
"Hi Lara."
"Hi Michael."
"Do you love me as much as I do you?"
"No."
"No?"
"I love you more." She wondered if she meant it and she gave a smile that made Michael willing to just die for her. She was everything to him.
"Marry me Lara. Marry me."
I knew he would ask me soon. This is... wonderful I guess, but I feel like there's a hole in me that needs to be filled with something. I guess I just should accept. I can't just say no, I love him. "Yes!"
And Michael announced it. They were engaged and everyone was smiling and clapping for them.
A little while later, Lara noticed some strange man walked over to Lara.
"Hello, I'm -uh- Roy. You look lovely." He had an American accent.
"Hello. Lara. But I'm sure you know that." He laughed. More then he should have.
"I think your just amazing, you know that? Well let me cut to the chase. I heard that at Gordonstoun you excelled in the entire individual sports there. Even shooting." He winked.
"Well, I didn't exactly excel, I simply did what I love at my best. Is there a point to this?" Lara said. I don't trust him for some reason.
"Why yes. Now don't be feisty, I'm your friend! Remember that. Well I come from a little country called America. Wisconsin, to give you all details. Anyway, I have this trip coming up and you and the Farrington boy can come, I'm a nice guy, I told you I'm your friend, I want to make you to happy, " He lowered his voice, "courtesy of your father. But you aint supposed to know that. Anyway, since your engaged, it would be a little present, a skiing trip-"
"I'd love to!" Father is great, he is always going all out of his way for me.
At the end of the day, Lord Croft ran into Roy and they exchanged looks then Roy left the mansion. I wonder why the hell Alex was here?
Alex made sure that Ricahard did not see him boarding the plane with Lara, he didn't want him to have any idea what was going on. Richard just thought that Lara and Michael were going on a honeymoon trip, so did they all. All but Alex.
The Skiing trip started out wonderfully. Everything was perfect. Almost. Something in Lara was yelling out, and had been for years now, the same when she was a little girl. Something in her felt not right, like she was missing something. Like a hole needed to be filled. She ignored it. She was with the man she loved. The man she would soon marry and make love to.
She loved skiing and she was good at it, Michael was all right, but nothing in comparison to Lara. They spent ever minute together, and had there own cabin to sleep in.
"Lara, let me make love to you."
"Yes Michael, I love you."
"Do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've been so adrift lately. So far away... are you sure you want to marry me?"
"Positive... I'm ready for you..." She winked. That night she lost her virginity to the man she loved and trusted. Sex was a whole new world for her, something she never experienced, but it wasn't like everyone had obsessed about. It was just a wonderful sensation between her and Michael. A little sensation. People exaggerate. We're perfect.
After a week it was time to go home, they went stepped onto a plane. Roy said he wanted to stay for a week more with Michael, that they needed to go over some stuff. Michael couldn't stand being away from Lara, but he didn't want to seem too clingy.
Lara was off. She looked over and saw a man sitting next to her, looking like he was in his late 40's. He leaned over to ask the waiter to bring him some water. Lara loved flying. She felt the turbulence shake up and got excited, for some reason she didn't understand. All the other passengers grew scared. She sat up and looked out the window... It looked like everything was getting smaller, and then bigger, and it kept changing. She was getting confused, this never happened before. She was about to get up and talk to the captain or someone that worked there before the whole plane crashed down and went straight for the ground. She felt an adrenaline in where she couldn't stand how much she was scared. Like her hole body was elsewhere and she was on this plane feeling this, just her thoughts. She was so scared, a feeling she'd not known, but didn't care to know, all she could do was think... and didn't realize that she was screaming. She didn't realize anything but her mother, and then her father, and then- BOOOOOOOOM. A loud crash and she woke up... Was it a dream? No, she was surrounded by bodies, dead bodies. The plane was going to blow. She had to think fast, everything was closed. Ahead she saw where flight stewardess had tried opening an emergency exit. She ran towards the exit and opened it, which for her was surprisingly hard. She was bleeding, but before leaving she looked over and grabbed someone's bag that was on the floor and jumped out. She landed on snow, and made a huge cut in her hand from some pieces. She ran. Lara ran as fast as her legs have ever carried her, with tears in her eyes that she had not realized had been there, she looked around and found an opening and went into it and hid behind the first thing she laid eyes on.
It was louder then any gunshot and it hurt. It hurt her heart to know all those people died in there. All of them. She looked around. Lara was the only survivor. She was freezing; all she had on were her black and white pants for when she goes skiing and a light sweater. She looked in the bag and found a lot of clothes. She put a couple of shirts under her jacket and what were harder, tight pants under hers. She found a hanger, and took it and reshaped it to be a long and very sharp weapon she would have to use. She really knew what she was doing. Before she had a chance to think of anything else, she heard a snarl and turned to see a wolf standing there, already feasting in his mind. It jumped at her and in the last second Lara moved right out of the way. Realizing she had an instinct for survival, an instinct she'd not known existed, and an instinct she loved. The wolf only got angrier, but unfortunately for the wolf, Lara just gained her confidence.
"Hi Lara."
"Hi Michael."
"Do you love me as much as I do you?"
"No."
"No?"
"I love you more." She wondered if she meant it and she gave a smile that made Michael willing to just die for her. She was everything to him.
"Marry me Lara. Marry me."
I knew he would ask me soon. This is... wonderful I guess, but I feel like there's a hole in me that needs to be filled with something. I guess I just should accept. I can't just say no, I love him. "Yes!"
And Michael announced it. They were engaged and everyone was smiling and clapping for them.
A little while later, Lara noticed some strange man walked over to Lara.
"Hello, I'm -uh- Roy. You look lovely." He had an American accent.
"Hello. Lara. But I'm sure you know that." He laughed. More then he should have.
"I think your just amazing, you know that? Well let me cut to the chase. I heard that at Gordonstoun you excelled in the entire individual sports there. Even shooting." He winked.
"Well, I didn't exactly excel, I simply did what I love at my best. Is there a point to this?" Lara said. I don't trust him for some reason.
"Why yes. Now don't be feisty, I'm your friend! Remember that. Well I come from a little country called America. Wisconsin, to give you all details. Anyway, I have this trip coming up and you and the Farrington boy can come, I'm a nice guy, I told you I'm your friend, I want to make you to happy, " He lowered his voice, "courtesy of your father. But you aint supposed to know that. Anyway, since your engaged, it would be a little present, a skiing trip-"
"I'd love to!" Father is great, he is always going all out of his way for me.
At the end of the day, Lord Croft ran into Roy and they exchanged looks then Roy left the mansion. I wonder why the hell Alex was here?
Alex made sure that Ricahard did not see him boarding the plane with Lara, he didn't want him to have any idea what was going on. Richard just thought that Lara and Michael were going on a honeymoon trip, so did they all. All but Alex.
The Skiing trip started out wonderfully. Everything was perfect. Almost. Something in Lara was yelling out, and had been for years now, the same when she was a little girl. Something in her felt not right, like she was missing something. Like a hole needed to be filled. She ignored it. She was with the man she loved. The man she would soon marry and make love to.
She loved skiing and she was good at it, Michael was all right, but nothing in comparison to Lara. They spent ever minute together, and had there own cabin to sleep in.
"Lara, let me make love to you."
"Yes Michael, I love you."
"Do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've been so adrift lately. So far away... are you sure you want to marry me?"
"Positive... I'm ready for you..." She winked. That night she lost her virginity to the man she loved and trusted. Sex was a whole new world for her, something she never experienced, but it wasn't like everyone had obsessed about. It was just a wonderful sensation between her and Michael. A little sensation. People exaggerate. We're perfect.
After a week it was time to go home, they went stepped onto a plane. Roy said he wanted to stay for a week more with Michael, that they needed to go over some stuff. Michael couldn't stand being away from Lara, but he didn't want to seem too clingy.
Lara was off. She looked over and saw a man sitting next to her, looking like he was in his late 40's. He leaned over to ask the waiter to bring him some water. Lara loved flying. She felt the turbulence shake up and got excited, for some reason she didn't understand. All the other passengers grew scared. She sat up and looked out the window... It looked like everything was getting smaller, and then bigger, and it kept changing. She was getting confused, this never happened before. She was about to get up and talk to the captain or someone that worked there before the whole plane crashed down and went straight for the ground. She felt an adrenaline in where she couldn't stand how much she was scared. Like her hole body was elsewhere and she was on this plane feeling this, just her thoughts. She was so scared, a feeling she'd not known, but didn't care to know, all she could do was think... and didn't realize that she was screaming. She didn't realize anything but her mother, and then her father, and then- BOOOOOOOOM. A loud crash and she woke up... Was it a dream? No, she was surrounded by bodies, dead bodies. The plane was going to blow. She had to think fast, everything was closed. Ahead she saw where flight stewardess had tried opening an emergency exit. She ran towards the exit and opened it, which for her was surprisingly hard. She was bleeding, but before leaving she looked over and grabbed someone's bag that was on the floor and jumped out. She landed on snow, and made a huge cut in her hand from some pieces. She ran. Lara ran as fast as her legs have ever carried her, with tears in her eyes that she had not realized had been there, she looked around and found an opening and went into it and hid behind the first thing she laid eyes on.
It was louder then any gunshot and it hurt. It hurt her heart to know all those people died in there. All of them. She looked around. Lara was the only survivor. She was freezing; all she had on were her black and white pants for when she goes skiing and a light sweater. She looked in the bag and found a lot of clothes. She put a couple of shirts under her jacket and what were harder, tight pants under hers. She found a hanger, and took it and reshaped it to be a long and very sharp weapon she would have to use. She really knew what she was doing. Before she had a chance to think of anything else, she heard a snarl and turned to see a wolf standing there, already feasting in his mind. It jumped at her and in the last second Lara moved right out of the way. Realizing she had an instinct for survival, an instinct she'd not known existed, and an instinct she loved. The wolf only got angrier, but unfortunately for the wolf, Lara just gained her confidence.