By: the reba 08
Chapter OneThe sun tingling over her face was enough to wake up the young auburn haired Abigail Whistler from her slumber. She stretched out like a cat as she moaned. Abby had gotten used to sleeping in this past month after everything happened. She then stood up stretching her arms over her head, cracking her fingers.
Her hazel eyes glanced through her opened door to the room across from hers, Hannibal King's room. They decided after everything to stick together, for they were all they had. Abby wanted Zoë to stay with them also but Sommerfield's sister asked for custody. King told Abby that it would be in Zoë's best interest.
Abby wondered in King was up, since he was normally up before her to make coffee. But she didn't smell the caffeine in the air, so she tiptoed across the hall and silently opened the door. She peered into the room and saw Hannibal King sitting on the bottom edge of his bed, his bare back facing her, as he was studying something.
Wondering what he was looking at, Abby crept her way over to him. But before she could get close enough to peer over his shoulder, King folder the paper and shot a stare over his shoulder, causing his brown eyes to look straight into her hazel ones.
"What do you want, Abigail?" King purred as he placed the folded paper in his pocket. Abby made an upset face, inside cursing his keen hearing, thanks to the vampire that was once in him.
"I just wanted to see if you were up?" Abby tilted back on her heels as King stood up.
"Really, then why didn't you say anything, hm?" King asked with a grin. Abby wrinkled her nose, as she got mad with him.
"Shut up, King." She hissed at him as she crossed her arms.
"Get up on the wrong side of the bed, Princess?" He asked as he went to his dresser and grabbed a change of clothes to wear today.
"I was fine until you decided to be a jackass."
Abby murmured as she walked and stood right next to him. She looked into the mirror that was placed right above King's dresser.
She stared herself straight in the eyes as she studied herself for any changes. Nothing – even after a month of trying to live a normal life, she still looked like that vampire killer that she grew up to be.
Abby sighed as she rubbed her temples, looking down from her stare. She turned her head to see King staring at her with a smirk.
"You're thinking of me, aren't ya?" He asked with that chester-cat grin. Abby lightly hit him on the shoulder than crossed her arms again.
"In your dreams, Hannibal King." She hissed his name causing him to raise his eyebrow with a smile.
"Really? 'Cause last night, I had a dream I taught you the horizontal mambo, King Style," King purred as he wiggled his eyebrows causing Abby's mouth to drop.
King laughed as he went to walk out of the room, but before he could, Abby reached out and grabbed the hip where the picture was folded in his pocket.
He raised his eyebrow with a grin as he looked at Abby, "You know, this is how my dream started."
Abby glared at him. She took her hand off his hip and put it out in front of him. "Let me see it."
He busted out laughing after she said that, taking what she said the 'wrong way' like any other time.
"You know what I mean, King, let me see what you were looking at."
King stopped laughing and looked down, his once happy face turning quickly to one of sorrow.
"Sorry, I can't do that, Abigail."
Abby placed her hands on her hips as she stared in straight in the eyes, something she did often to get something she wanted off of her partner. But this time, he didn't budge.
"King, come on, let me . . ."
"I said, no, Whistler." King growled at her as he turned and stalked out of the room leaving Abby stunned.
What was so important about that paper that she was not allowed to see it? This pondered the young woman until she heard the shower start.
That is when Abby decided she was going to see what Hannibal King was hiding from her. She walked out of his room and made her way to the bathroom. She slowly opened the door and looked for his pajama bottoms. When she found them, she reached into the pocket and smiled when she found the paper still where King has left it.
Abby tiptoed to the door but she couldn't wait to leave the room to see what was the paper in her hands. She opened it and was shocked to see what it was.
It was a picture, a family picture. There were thirteen people in the picture. There were an older couple in the middle, the man brown hair that was starting to fade and he had chocolate eyes and his wife had light golden hair, blue eyes, and a smile that was very warming.
Behind them was a younger man, with dusty blonde hair with hazel eyes. He held two baby boys that had dusty red hair who looked about a couple mouth olds. Next to them was a young red headed woman, who Abby guessed was the dusty haired man's wife. She had light blue eyes and a huge white smile. The woman held a little girl, who looked around the age of three. The little girl had strawberry blonde hair and a toothless smile.
To the left of the older couple, was another couple. The young man looked a lot like the older man he stood next to. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a kept clean goatee, and a huge smile. He held a little boy you looked a lot like him and the woman who stood next to him. The boy looked about five, brown hair and eyes, and he looked very shy. The woman next to the man with the boy, who she guessed again, was his wife, looked very angelic. She had bluish green eyes, auburn hair, and she looked like was expecting.
To the right of the older couple, was another couple. The young lady looked like the older woman except the younger lady had brown eyes and brown hair. But she had the same eyes and same smile. The man next to her was very well kept. His brown hair was neatly down. His brown eyes showed he was happy even though he didn't had a huge smile.
Then Abby looked at the last person in the picture, who was in front of everyone else. He looked to be the youngest adult in this family. He had messy brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a chest cat smile. Suddenly, it hit Abby – this was King's family . . . before he was taken.
Before she could do anything else, she heard the clearing of a throat. She spun around and saw Hannibal King, dipping wet with a towel tied around his waist as he glared at her.
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