This is my first fan fiction, so any review would be great. I don't know
why I wrote this but I hope those who read it enjoy. Thanx.
Dark shadows
Chapter I:
London England, 1890. Nov. 28
It was a miserable rainy, dreary evening. Clouds filled the sky, with the moon peering out from behind the black cloak of the clouds. The wind whistled through the ears of passing citizens and the trotting of horse hooves filled the air. The cold was almost unbearable, but still people walked the streets for entertainment, to see the latest theatrical show. The sun had set over an hour ago, blackness encircled and engulfed the light that shown from windows and doorways. Rain pattered on the brick laid road and echoed through the air. The smell of wet dog was overpowering, for abandoned dogs roamed the streets in search of food. It was enough to make the happiest person become depressed.
A young woman walked the streets at this time alone, deep in thought without an umbrella. Her long, soaked, dark brown hair danced about her face, with flickers of light shining in the strands of her hair. She wore an elegant, silk blue; straight cut gown that followed her every step, brushing against her silky smooth skin. Some men even stopped to watch her go past, thinking that the man she loved, would be the luckiest man in the world. However, they didn't know her. She was to be married to a man she didn't love. Her parents had forced her to go through with the wedding. She was actually forced to go out tonight as well. As she walked , she stepped in puddles not caring. Only thinking of the misery of her life; Not being able to do want she wanted; Not having any freedom or true love in her life.
' Why am I out in this wretched weather, 'she thought as she walked', I should be at home in my bed. But no, my friends and my parents just had to make me go out for my birthday. But it's always do this for her, and do that like I'm helpless. I hate it. I want to do things for myself. I can not go anywhere without some one following me and waiting on me hand and foot. I simply despise it. I guess this is the price I pay for being rich. If only............
A sudden shout stopped her in her tracks. She slowly looked over, trying to look like she wasn't ease-dropping, only to find a man and a woman fighting. The woman, with long raven black hair and a black velvet dress tight against her pure white body, stood screaming at a rather handsome young man with blonde hair, a long black coat, who was tiring to calm the lady down from an argument, and also her boyfriend she suspected. She tried not to watch, so she turned away and started to walk. Funny enough, she stopped a few strides and looked back. It amused her. As she looked back the women was pushing the gentlemen away, looking very upset at this man. She suddenly felt curious about why, as well as feeling a little happier, but didn't know why. The pain and sorrow of them both seemed to refresh her. Again she started to walk, a little faster than before. The young man turned sharply in her direction; she thought he had spotted her. The tip of her shoe suddenly got caught in a crack in the sidewalk while she tried to walk faster, falling flat on her ass and letting out a loud yell.
" Damn! Bloody hell, this cost me a bloody fortune, "she cursed in her British slang. She sat there for a while in shock, her legs crossed under her. The bottom of her dress was now torn and fried on the edges. Her was hair out of place and frizzy. She was about to get up and clean herself off when see felt someone by her. Ever since she was little she could always sense that, sort of a gift she thought.
" May I help you my lady." When she looked up, the man from across the road was standing by her and was holding his hand out to help her up.' How could he get over here that fast across the traffic.' She did not think about this for long, she was shocked form his good looks. He was more handsome up front then farther away.
"I...I, "she paused for a moment. Their eyes met and stared into each other's for what seemed an eternity, well to her anyway. Shacking her head a bit, as if not knowing what had happened, she refused his hand and got up herself." What did you say...lady. "She said with a little attitude. " Don't talk that polite rubbish with me. I don't understand that Miss, my lady, that kind of nonsense. Just call me Rechelle. That is my name, so why don't people use it.
' Whoa.... this girl has spunk. I like that. And a strong will too. She'll be perfect. ' He thought with a grin. "Well, it isn't every day when a lady tells you off for being nice and polite. I'm sorry. Umm Rechelle is it. Do you need a hand, " he said sarcastically.
"well you don't need to be sarcastic... umm what was your name?" She stated as she tried to brush the dirt off her dress.
"William, just William. Short but sweet,' he whispered into her ear as he pulled her closer.
"Well.... William, thank you for your kindness, but I must be off now. I'm already late as it is." She said uncomfortably, but at the same time felt at ease in his presence.
"A pretty girl like you can't be going anywhere alone at this time of night, soaking wet. Here, take this umbrella." William handed her the umbrella for he knew that she wouldn't deny it in this horrible weather, but she pushed it back towards him.
"Oh, I could not except that William, besides I'm already drenched. It won't do that much. Besides I've always liked the rain. For some reason the dark rain always soothes me when I'm depressed. . Thanks anyway." With that, she started to walk away from his grasp on her wrist.
"You could at least grant me the pleasure of escorting you to where ever you are going." He shouted after her with a grin. For some odd reason, he knew she would not say no. Even if she did say no, he refused to not have his way.
She turned around, saw him staring at her, and she thought,' why does he keep speaking to me. He does not know me, or has spoken to me before this date. So why? I've been so rude to him, why won't he go away? This...William is staring at me in a way I have never seen someone look at me before. " William, like I said before none of this polite nonsense. Just be your bloody self," she remarked, with a little giggle afterwards.
"Right then, I must have forgotten. It's just that I've been taught to treat beautiful women like you with kindness. But if you insist, I'll be blunt. I want to escort you because I'm probably headed in the same direction. So, it would save us the trouble of walking alone, if you catch my drift." He said with a thought in the back of his head.' She'll believe me. That was very convincing. My charm will lead her to me. The hunt is on.'
They both stood there for a while, the streetlights had just flickered on. It was well after 9 o'clock. She had to be at the theatre in 5 minutes. But it was more than a 10-minute walk.
" Damn! I'll be late for sure. The curtain rises in 5 minutes. They'll have my head on a pike." She said as she pasted back and forth. Rechelle was really worried and it showed in her voice.
' I better do something or she's going to go without me! I need to bloody do something to get her. But what..." Not to worry...'He said as he grabbed her hand and started to run, looked back and said, ' Rechelle it's ok. I'll get you there."
For some strange reason she believed him. It comforted her to hear those words coming from his mouth. Nobody had ever gone to all this trouble to help her out before, no one other than servants who were told to do something.
As they ran the lights danced past them, with the moon watching them from above. The rain was colder and heavier then ever, making them both completely soaked from head to foot. She didn't care. Her gown was torn and dirty around the bottom. Her hair was a mess, but she didn't care. She watched his face as he made his way through people, running, and running. The rain dripped off his face and down his black shirt, but there was a red stain on it. It was blood. But Rechelle didn't notice though, she was completely enamored with him.
"Hey watch where your going lad!" a gentleman yelled as William knocked him aside.
"Sod off you bloody git!" Rechelle screamed back, not caring of her manners any more. There was just something about him, he was crazy, and didn't care what others would think or say about him. She had never met anyone like him in her whole life. The excitement, the adrenaline rush, but whatever it was, she liked it.
William looked back at her. Almost stunned but not surprised at what she let out." Well now, what was that? Not really lady like of you to say that, oh but I forgot..." he said with a laugh," your not lady like at all."
Dark shadows
Chapter I:
London England, 1890. Nov. 28
It was a miserable rainy, dreary evening. Clouds filled the sky, with the moon peering out from behind the black cloak of the clouds. The wind whistled through the ears of passing citizens and the trotting of horse hooves filled the air. The cold was almost unbearable, but still people walked the streets for entertainment, to see the latest theatrical show. The sun had set over an hour ago, blackness encircled and engulfed the light that shown from windows and doorways. Rain pattered on the brick laid road and echoed through the air. The smell of wet dog was overpowering, for abandoned dogs roamed the streets in search of food. It was enough to make the happiest person become depressed.
A young woman walked the streets at this time alone, deep in thought without an umbrella. Her long, soaked, dark brown hair danced about her face, with flickers of light shining in the strands of her hair. She wore an elegant, silk blue; straight cut gown that followed her every step, brushing against her silky smooth skin. Some men even stopped to watch her go past, thinking that the man she loved, would be the luckiest man in the world. However, they didn't know her. She was to be married to a man she didn't love. Her parents had forced her to go through with the wedding. She was actually forced to go out tonight as well. As she walked , she stepped in puddles not caring. Only thinking of the misery of her life; Not being able to do want she wanted; Not having any freedom or true love in her life.
' Why am I out in this wretched weather, 'she thought as she walked', I should be at home in my bed. But no, my friends and my parents just had to make me go out for my birthday. But it's always do this for her, and do that like I'm helpless. I hate it. I want to do things for myself. I can not go anywhere without some one following me and waiting on me hand and foot. I simply despise it. I guess this is the price I pay for being rich. If only............
A sudden shout stopped her in her tracks. She slowly looked over, trying to look like she wasn't ease-dropping, only to find a man and a woman fighting. The woman, with long raven black hair and a black velvet dress tight against her pure white body, stood screaming at a rather handsome young man with blonde hair, a long black coat, who was tiring to calm the lady down from an argument, and also her boyfriend she suspected. She tried not to watch, so she turned away and started to walk. Funny enough, she stopped a few strides and looked back. It amused her. As she looked back the women was pushing the gentlemen away, looking very upset at this man. She suddenly felt curious about why, as well as feeling a little happier, but didn't know why. The pain and sorrow of them both seemed to refresh her. Again she started to walk, a little faster than before. The young man turned sharply in her direction; she thought he had spotted her. The tip of her shoe suddenly got caught in a crack in the sidewalk while she tried to walk faster, falling flat on her ass and letting out a loud yell.
" Damn! Bloody hell, this cost me a bloody fortune, "she cursed in her British slang. She sat there for a while in shock, her legs crossed under her. The bottom of her dress was now torn and fried on the edges. Her was hair out of place and frizzy. She was about to get up and clean herself off when see felt someone by her. Ever since she was little she could always sense that, sort of a gift she thought.
" May I help you my lady." When she looked up, the man from across the road was standing by her and was holding his hand out to help her up.' How could he get over here that fast across the traffic.' She did not think about this for long, she was shocked form his good looks. He was more handsome up front then farther away.
"I...I, "she paused for a moment. Their eyes met and stared into each other's for what seemed an eternity, well to her anyway. Shacking her head a bit, as if not knowing what had happened, she refused his hand and got up herself." What did you say...lady. "She said with a little attitude. " Don't talk that polite rubbish with me. I don't understand that Miss, my lady, that kind of nonsense. Just call me Rechelle. That is my name, so why don't people use it.
' Whoa.... this girl has spunk. I like that. And a strong will too. She'll be perfect. ' He thought with a grin. "Well, it isn't every day when a lady tells you off for being nice and polite. I'm sorry. Umm Rechelle is it. Do you need a hand, " he said sarcastically.
"well you don't need to be sarcastic... umm what was your name?" She stated as she tried to brush the dirt off her dress.
"William, just William. Short but sweet,' he whispered into her ear as he pulled her closer.
"Well.... William, thank you for your kindness, but I must be off now. I'm already late as it is." She said uncomfortably, but at the same time felt at ease in his presence.
"A pretty girl like you can't be going anywhere alone at this time of night, soaking wet. Here, take this umbrella." William handed her the umbrella for he knew that she wouldn't deny it in this horrible weather, but she pushed it back towards him.
"Oh, I could not except that William, besides I'm already drenched. It won't do that much. Besides I've always liked the rain. For some reason the dark rain always soothes me when I'm depressed. . Thanks anyway." With that, she started to walk away from his grasp on her wrist.
"You could at least grant me the pleasure of escorting you to where ever you are going." He shouted after her with a grin. For some odd reason, he knew she would not say no. Even if she did say no, he refused to not have his way.
She turned around, saw him staring at her, and she thought,' why does he keep speaking to me. He does not know me, or has spoken to me before this date. So why? I've been so rude to him, why won't he go away? This...William is staring at me in a way I have never seen someone look at me before. " William, like I said before none of this polite nonsense. Just be your bloody self," she remarked, with a little giggle afterwards.
"Right then, I must have forgotten. It's just that I've been taught to treat beautiful women like you with kindness. But if you insist, I'll be blunt. I want to escort you because I'm probably headed in the same direction. So, it would save us the trouble of walking alone, if you catch my drift." He said with a thought in the back of his head.' She'll believe me. That was very convincing. My charm will lead her to me. The hunt is on.'
They both stood there for a while, the streetlights had just flickered on. It was well after 9 o'clock. She had to be at the theatre in 5 minutes. But it was more than a 10-minute walk.
" Damn! I'll be late for sure. The curtain rises in 5 minutes. They'll have my head on a pike." She said as she pasted back and forth. Rechelle was really worried and it showed in her voice.
' I better do something or she's going to go without me! I need to bloody do something to get her. But what..." Not to worry...'He said as he grabbed her hand and started to run, looked back and said, ' Rechelle it's ok. I'll get you there."
For some strange reason she believed him. It comforted her to hear those words coming from his mouth. Nobody had ever gone to all this trouble to help her out before, no one other than servants who were told to do something.
As they ran the lights danced past them, with the moon watching them from above. The rain was colder and heavier then ever, making them both completely soaked from head to foot. She didn't care. Her gown was torn and dirty around the bottom. Her hair was a mess, but she didn't care. She watched his face as he made his way through people, running, and running. The rain dripped off his face and down his black shirt, but there was a red stain on it. It was blood. But Rechelle didn't notice though, she was completely enamored with him.
"Hey watch where your going lad!" a gentleman yelled as William knocked him aside.
"Sod off you bloody git!" Rechelle screamed back, not caring of her manners any more. There was just something about him, he was crazy, and didn't care what others would think or say about him. She had never met anyone like him in her whole life. The excitement, the adrenaline rush, but whatever it was, she liked it.
William looked back at her. Almost stunned but not surprised at what she let out." Well now, what was that? Not really lady like of you to say that, oh but I forgot..." he said with a laugh," your not lady like at all."