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10/2019

THIS IS A Will Scarlet/OC Fanfiction :)

Note! * Hello Again, I apologize for the dramatically extended absence I've given this fanfiction. I would love to thank those who have read this story and enjoyed it so much, again I am terribly sorry I have ignored this story like I have. It was never my intention to let it set as long as it had with so little attention from myself, but I will be going back once finished and fixing the chapters and give this Fanfiction as much pampering as it deserves. Thank you and enjoy!

Chapter 7

Morning had risen with a soft fog and cold dew on the ground, and to Ashley's everlasting shock, Robin and Marian had begged you to return, even that of Will, "No, I can't leave you all here with less defense if they found you, I won't! Fanny's just given birth she'll need all the help-"

"You're safer there rather than here anyways Ash… Fanny and the children will be fine. She has the children and others around that can help her." Will said with a sigh, knowing Ashley likely wouldn't listen to him.

His saving grace had come in the form of a sweet smiling Fanny as she walked up to them, handing the newborn baby to her husband as she walked up to Ashley and hugged her, "I'll be fine little lassie. Please, yer sister doesn't have much to protect 'er besides an elderly blind man and Sarah, even though I'm sure both are still capable in their own ways I know they couldn't take on an army. Please. For your sister, for me and Robin, for Will's sanity. For our sanity. Go back with Lady Marian. Go home, just for a little while. We'll still be here when you get back." Fanny softly whispered, hugging the young woman tightly.

"Alright, for Marina and everyone's sanity. Just a few days though-"

"Few weeks, Ash, if we continue to let you stay here with us, Marian will continue to look suspicious regarding your constant absence. Nottingham has likely already sent word to your mother regarding your pending return. Marian informed him you were with your mother."

"How lovely, then again, I suppose it was quick thinking, so I won't complain, But I'll go nonetheless." Ashley sighed sadly, hugging the few friends there tightly, kissed Will's cheek and Wulf atop his head, "Help your mother and behave yourself."

"Yes ma'am."

With their goodbyes given, Ashley left with Sarah and the others to the boats, getting in with fairy man of the boat she waited for her sisters and smiled when Duncan joined her, "Come along dear Duncan?"

"It was Master Robin's wish I come with you two," he informed her with a soft smile, "Well, I'm glad we'll have some extra company. Here, let me help you Sarah," Ashley said aiding the woman into the boat, hoping she didn't topple over into the water when it tilled back and forth for a short moment the three smiled and grinned when Marian had quickly kissed Robin's cheek and stepped into the boat, "He fancies you my lady." Duncan's sudden announcement had drawn the three women's grinning gazes while Marian blushed, "What?"

Duncan had grinned, turning his blind eyes back towards Robin, watching the boat disappearing into the fogging mist of the early morning, "I may be blind, but I can still see many things my Lady." He said with a grin.

The arrival home was a great relief for the four of them, tired and soar from the saddles had left their poor bums soar, "Let's get the horses in the stables. Sarah, please start supper, Ashley and I will see to the Horses."

"Yes ma'am." She said with a nod, glancing to the old man as Marian and Ashley helped him off his horse, she smiled trying to think of what he'd be able to do around the land without harming himself. Until an idea struck her, "Duncan, would you care to help me?" Sarah asked the elder man with a gentle smile. He reminded her of her own grandfather and father, once strong and firm but now stood a broken and frail man, blinded by the deeds of the cruel world.

Smiling with a nod, Duncan felt around, patting the horse in thanks as he walked slowly towards where he assumed Sarah was. Knowing how many men could be about being aided so much Sarah walked herself towards him and rested her hand to his arm, "This way dear, just follow the smell of freshly baked bread, I can already smell Rebecca's cooking dough," Sarah said with a smile.

Smiling at the idea of fresh baked bread Duncan gladly took the advice and found his way to the Kitchen, "How may I be of help Miss Sarah?"

Smiling she placed a table basket in his hands, "Fill the table basket of some cheese and fruit please? The fruit baskets are to your left near the door Duncan."

"Of course, I'll ask about the cheese when I finish with the fruit, how many of each?"

"Two of each. There are apples, on the top basket, pears and grapes in that order. When you're finished, we'll put the cheese and a loaf of bread in the basket and I'll lead you out to the dining hall and help you set the table…. Thank you for helping Duncan."

"A pleasure Miss Sarah, always a pleasure. Helps me feel useful once more." Duncan softly said as he went about his task carefully. Minutes later he and Sarah had the table set for an afternoon snack of fruit, cheese, bread, wine and water. Marian and Ashley laughed along the afternoon snack joined Sarah and Duncan after Marian wrote to Richard regarding the horrible acts Nottingham had been carrying out in the King's absence, both sisters had not only signed their names, but sealed it with their personal stamp and family crest upon closing the letter. "On the marrow we shall take this to the Bishop, Sarah will escort it to Richard personally."

"Marian, why not ask her if she'll do it instead of offering her up, it'll not only be dangerous but if something were to happen, I'd rather know she made the choice to deliver it herself." Ashley spoke up, concerned the lady in waiting would befall harm on her journey to Paris.

Nodding in understanding agreement, "Fair point," she said with a soft sigh and rang her service bell, summoning Sarah in secrecy, truthfully, she'd never used the bell, only when personal matters where involved or something as important as this was that others did not need to hear anything involving it. the fear of having a spy in her home from Nottingham was something Marian and Sarah had taken care of greatly, making sure to keep personal and important matters to Marian's or Ashley's chambers, or to her father's old study. The idea of Sarah becoming harmed, or worse killed, was something that deeply unsettled Marian. She had been with her for ages, since Ashley had left. If she was truthful to herself, she'd felt closer to Sarah more than her own sister. The Lady in waiting had taken up matters regarding what both Marian and Ashley should have done together over the years. Even with Ashley's constant absence, Sarah had done a wonderful job in helping Marian maintain the home, lands and the little amount of people living in the Dubois small fortress.

"You called, my Ladies?"

"Please, Sarah, you're practically family, in private, you don't need to be so formal. However, I fear I must ask a difficult and… dangerous task for you, and Ashley and I would like you to choose to take this task on rather than me requesting it of you on a short notice." Marian had instantly become nervous. Now she understood why Ashley had asked to personally ask Sarah, Marian felt as if she were sending her sister out into a dangerous environment with no aid to give if something were to happen.

"What is wrong, Marian? You're nearly shivering." Sarah had instantly rushed to the elder Dubois sister as Ashley wrapped her arms around Marina to calm her shivering nerve's. "I'll put a log on the fire, it's chilly here. Now, ask what you wished to ask me, then we can settle it." Sarah said softly, as she set a few more logs into the fireplace of Marian's chambers, and walked to the two Dubois sisters. "We have an important message that needs to get to Richard. We don't trust anyone, and we need someone that we trust deliver this with the Bishops messenger."

"My Ladies, are you trying to tell me that you don't even trust the Bishop of our Holy Father's church?" Sarah was stunned, if they couldn't even trust their Bishop then who could they trust! With their silence and shameful down caste expression Sarah nodded with a determined breath, "I'll accompany the letter to the King Richard myself with a close eye on the messenger. On the Morrow then?"

"Yes, on the morrow. Please, be careful." Marian said with a soft whimper.

Instantly Sarah pulled the woman into her arms, "Marina, I'm a grown woman, an excellent rider and I can take care of myself if I need to. You trust me, yes?"

With an agreed nod from both sisters she smiled with pride, "Then trust me,"

Nodding with gratitude at the wonderful Lady in waiting, Marian and Ashley hugged her close to them in a tight grip. No matter how much Sarah had calmed their fears that night their anxiety regarding her safety had returned that very next morning as they made their way to the Church and dismounted to enter the church. Stunned when Ashley pulled her to a stop and slipped a dagger into her hands, "Hide it, keep it close to you at all times, do not fall for anything. No matter how possibly believable it is. Don't trust anyone until you get that message into Richard's hands, understand?" slipping the unsheathed dagger up Sarah's sleeve and wrapped a leather band around both wrists, leaving the sleeves to look unsuspicious of any hidden weapon, yet what captured Sarah's shocked and thunders heartbeat was the small gold ring with the Dubois family crest on it Ashley was tucking protectively between the bands of her other arm not holding the dagger. During the moment of wrapping the bands around Sarah's wrists she smiled and hugged Sarah one last time before the woman. Using the cover of the hug, Ashley pretended to do a last-minute check of her personal gear on her person and slipped a smaller, folded, letter inside Sarah's waist wallet and lacing it closed tightly.

"Yes, My Lady-"

"No, no 'My Lady'… Sarah, I need you to fully understand that if they are working with him that they will do anything and everything in their power to make sure that letter does not reach our cousin… I need you to swear to me, as a friend, as family that you will not fall for anything anyone pulls."

"Yes, as a friend and family, Ashley I swear I will be sure to get the letter to King Richard, at any cost."

"No, not at any cost, your life will not be the cost, if you have to Sarah, let the letter go and get yourself to Richard, show him the dagger, and the ring. If anything happens on the road to Richard, ditch your horse, take only your water skin, there are 'directions' in your waist wallet. Off the beaten track three miles after the mile marker 12 head east for twenty miles, there's small cabin there, when you get there, knock four times and say 'Snowdrop' then show them the 'directions'. Whoever is there should be plenty capable of helping you. Just keep yourself alive. The second Richard sees that ring and the dagger he'll listen to anything you have to say. Just get to Richard with a beating heart."

Nodding in understanding Sarah hugged the young Dubois sister with extreme gratitude. Ashley had just given her a crash course on instant survival and a way to safety. Ashley was giving every possible chance for her to understand she needed to come back to them alive and every way possible to allow that to happen. Even if she lost the letter, Ashley had just given her two ways to get to see the King personally and in a private audience.

But just as soon as Sarah and the Bishop's messenger had left, he'd rendered her unconscious, knocking her from her horse at the back of her head with something hard. She was thankful when she had awakened a few hours later leaned against a tree off to the side, a fire burning in the middle of the forest for warmth, one she was likely not welcomed to.

Yet, the fact that the man had left her untouched, though her hair was tousled mess with a burning, likely severely, busted bottom lip and a pounding headache her hands were tied together, yes, but her feet were untied and still fully covered with her shoes. She could clearly feel the dagger still against her arm skin and the small bump from the ring Ashley had gladly hidden between the leather bands. Sarah still had a chance, and from the looks of it, they were heading towards Nottingham once more by the cover of the forest off the trails, meaning she had to go the other way for several more miles. The only problem was the fact that her waist satchel was missing.

'Curse my stupidity, I did exactly what I said I wouldn't do… If I can't give them the letter, she had in that little purse I won't get any form of help from them at the she'd have to wait until the little bastard feel asleep, she was thankful it was just him and not a group… unless there were others hiding out in the woods around. That was something she really hoping was not the case, but she had to get out of there. It never occurred to her that the man had simply kept her with him after delivering the letter to another man to take to Nottingham's very hands with that very night the Dubois home was attacked.

Marian cornered, and Ashley rendered unconscious by Guy of Gisborne and Duncan beaten to near death after taking off to find Robin for aid. "Don't hurt her, please! Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt my sister! GUY DON'T HURT HER! PLEASE!" Marina pleaded as the men dragged her from the home in nothing but her nightgown like her sister. Fearful Guy would take her sister off somewhere she couldn't keep her eyes on her sister's safety and do terrible things to the young girl. "Shut up woman, I don't intend to hurt her…." Guy chided her, until his snide glare turned into a rather disturbing grin that sent chills freezing her blood, "As long as she cooperates…"

"Guy, don't you dare la a hand on her, you hear me! Robin will skin you alive if you touch her!" Marian screamed in terror, hoping the threat would scare him from possibly harming Ashely. But his sudden boomed laughter was her only answer. "Get her to George, I'll deal with this little… Morsel."

At his words Marian became filled with deed, slamming her fists into one of the men's faces she fought the small group of men that had attached them and taken them hostage. Fighting against them, Marian tried to run to her sister who was currently unconscious atop Guy's horse with him as he laughed at her defiance as he watched her fight and being taken down to the ground and disarmed and dragged off farther from the Dubois house inside the stone fortress, "NO! ASH! ASH WAKE UP! ASHLEY!"

"Shut her up!"

"Shu'd up wench!"

"How dare you touch us! How dare you!"

Having enough themselves, one of the lieutenants groaned with annoyance and slammed the grip of his sword upside Marian's head, silencing her screams and stealing her fights.

Sighing with disapproval Guy grabbed one of his men's cross bows from next to him and shot the Lieutenant that had harmed the Lady Marian and watched with a shack of his head as he dropped dead where he stood. "Put the woman on a horse. I'll take her to George myself after I drop this one off somewhere for safe keeping."

Doing as told the men laid Marian over the back of a horse, strapped her down as to not let her fall off during the ride then handed Guy the reins and watched as he took off with the women. "He always has the fun,"

"I know, but, Gordan did render the lady unconscious. Too bad we never got to see those beautiful breasts of the English women, I bet there the softest and taste wonderful, makes me unbearable every time I think of it."

"Maybe he'll share one of them when he'd done with her like the rest of the women he plays with."

"Doubt it, Guy's been after that noble piece of hid for months… Wonder if she's even still good after bein' a prisoner over in the Crusades. There Ain't no way those men over there didn't touch her in any way. I know I'd take advantage of having that little viper under me-"

"You are one sick bastard. You know that Archie… Do yourself a favor and stop talking before I decide to make you get on your knees and suck me off for puttin' such thoughts into my head."

"I'm a sick bastard?! Who just said they'd make me get on my knees like fuckin' bitch and suck you off like a chamber whore -"

"You're both sick bastards… However, I think we just found someone to take some steam off, the old man just trotted off."

"Let's beat the blind old fool-"

"No, he can lead us to that piece of filth and those damned band of thieves. Nottingham will likely thank us. Baxter go after Lord Guy and inform him we likely found a way of finding Lord Nottingham's problem. We'll send word if we do, find them and hold the old man until they arrive to the meeting point." Following orders with agreement, Baxter did as told, and grabbed a horse near him from the Dubois home and took off while the other two rushed off to follow poor Duncan as he bled out slowly from the injuries he'd been dealt.

Forest

Sarah ran as fast as he could, waist satchel firmly in her grasp. She'd waited until he'd fallen asleep, grabbed the satchel, but as soon as she had gotten to the edge of the camp he'd woken up and she'd been attacked by three other men, grabbing and groping at her trying to hold her down, "Come on girlie, we just wasn't some fun, it'll be good for ya and us."

"Definitely be good for us, just lay there like a good girl and-"

"NO!" Her fear had overtaken her, understandable, but she hadn't meant to kill anyone, it had never been her intention. Sarah hadn't even realized she'd gotten her hands free, grabbing her dagger she'd stabbed each one. She's lightly wounded one, severely wounded the second and killed the third, the man that had been lifting her dress and forcing her legs apart to get his desired pleasure from her virtuous body. She refused to be violated, but it didn't matter she had killed a human, no matter his misdeeds, it was not within her commandment right to murder someone, even if they'd deserved it. At least that was what she was telling herself as she continued to run with the fear boiling her blood and hot tears rolling down her dirty face. Hope soured in her heart as she saw a cabin off in the short distance, she was almost there, she was almost safe, she'd gotten to the door and tried knocking the way Ashley had told her too, but her fear had left her unable to do anything but bang on the door and beg for help, "Please! Open the door, pl-please! I'm begging you!" Sarah pleaded at the door, begging it to just swing open to let her in.

"Hey, what the hell is going on!?" a man's voice shouted coming from the forest's darkness and towards the house, the sudden appearance of a man had left her terrified he was with the others, "Snowdrop? Please I-I need help-"

"There she is! Get back here you damn whore! I wasn't finished with you!" one of the kidnappers screamed through the night air, he'd found her, he's eyes had landed right on her shivering and matted body and made a line for her, he hadn't seen the sword slicing through the air that had decapitated him.

The man that'd walked onto the scene had eased the sword back into it sheath and carefully approached the shivering and obviously terrified woman, "Easy, I'm not goin' to hurt ya lass. Easy, I ain't gonna hurt ya… Come on, let's get ya inside and cleaned up. I can clearly see you're hurt, let's get those injuries looked after, yes? Come on," he's voice was soft and calming, sounded Scottish with some English mixed into it if she was correct, likely from his parents immigrating here or an English parentage allied their line with that of the Scotts.

Her heart eased its heavy pounding when his face came into the moon's light, blonde hair pulled back into a leather band and bright green eyes, everything else about him was English wear, except the sword at his waist, she'd been right when she assumed, he had close relatives from Scotland. The moment she felt safe Sarah threw herself into his arms and began to cry as his arms came around her to comfort her fears, "Hey, easy there lassie. I got ya girl, come on. Let's get ya inside." Lifting her up into his arms he kicked open the jammed door he'd always hated, he and his family had ever gotten around to fixing it something he knew he should somewhat be grateful for it since it kept others from breaking into the cabin.

Setting her down in a fur covered chair he moved to light the fire to warm the freezing cabin, moved to the water basin and grabbed a clean cloth so she could clean herself off, "Let's get those wounds looked after then how about a bath, food and rest?"

Nodding in agreement she took the cloth and dipped it into the cold water and began to wash her face, hands and neck clean. Sarah's voice had yet to return to her, she'd been so terrified, even then in the cabin, she was afraid he'd suddenly attack her and do what the others had failed to do.

He had no idea what had happened to her, but he had a sinking feeling he already knew what had happened, or what had nearly happened, hoping it hadn't occurred he took some joy in knowing the bastard that had come after her to likely do what he wished to do before was now dead and unable to harm another person in such a way. Scum, that was what the piece of trash was that still lay outside for the meat-eating beasts roaming outside to have for dinner. Meant the damned wolves would stay clear of his own heard he had in the barn currently.

"How do you know that code? It's been dead for years lassie,"

Knowing she'd have to speak to get the story across to him she forced her voice with a gentle whisper as she removed the leather bands and handed him the ring then the letter, "Ashley Dubois,"

"Little Ash, should have known the little bean would find a way to wake the beasts of old times." He softly sighed as he read the letter, Ashley's ring in hand. "I'm Conall, the letter names you as Sarah. Also says you need to get to King Richard. Well, that'll be interesting, He has a bit of a problem with my family Lass."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"My uncle helped sneak her on his ship. Said he'd rather her be in the ship instead of taking the little lassie back home because there were men that had chased her when she ran away. Little thing was so terrified and cold that my Uncle named her little Snowdrop. I only remember her because of the nickname and her eyes. Gave her some of my clothes too, told her when she got to the ship to say she was an Orphan boy and had nowhere to go besides the Crusades. Must have worked."

"She never told us she was chased when she ran away." Sarah was stunned, terrified herself for such a small child to have been chase in such a manner, the question was, why had she been chased?

"They're traders, sex traders actually… They grab kids and anyone they know they can render to their will and abuse them for a while then they start selling them off as sex slaves to Lords or Ladies who are willing to pay for it. even to cults for pleasure sacrifices. My family came here because of their illegal activities."

With that explained to Sarah, now she knew how Ashley had gotten aboard the ship with her cousin, and she was honestly thankful they'd taken her to Richard rather than taking her home. "Either way, enough talk. I have some food I need to get cooking anyways, we'll eat then you can wash up in the back there's a tub, unfortunately it'll be cold, unless you want to take it in the morning?"

"No, it-it's fine. I'd rather have a cold bath than leaving this… this memory on my flesh."

"Did he… Sarah, did he harm you in any way?"

"They tried, but I… I got away… thanks to you he didn't get the chance to finish what he'd tried to start… Thank you."

He had no words, nodding he moved about the cabin and began the meat over the fire to cook, adding herbs that filled the cabin with a mouthwatering aroma while Sarah took her cold bath in the back room. Though the smell of food took some distraction from her it hadn't stopped her from pulling her knees to her chest and silently began to cry with mixed emotions. Of what could have happened had Ashley not given her that Dagger. The Horrors she'd have to face and live with had all three had the chance to pass her around and have their violent ways with her. What would have happened had Conall not come to the Cabin when he had.

Guy's home

"Come now, I already told you I wouldn't hurt you if you'd just cooperate. But I do enjoy the fire in you, hopefully I don't dose it out during our time together. Put the dagger down Ashley and come to bed."

"Go to Hell, you sick bastard. I'm not getting in that bed with you, let alone with another naked woman waiting to be romped and mutilated!"

Guy couldn't contain his laughter, "That mouth, such words. Good girls aren't supposed to be saying such things Dubois. Didn't the church and your family ever teach you properly?" he laughed, taunting her as she glared her blue eyes at him. Eyes that were lit with fires from Hell itself, "Stay. Away. From me, Gisborne, I swear on God's given name if you so much as touch me in any way I'll rip your entrails from your body and feed them to your little whore currently in your bed..."

His eyes racked her body as he licked his lips, hungry for her, the fire that burned in her determination not have him near her only drove him to the edge of heightened desire, "Talking in such a way only bring out the fire in me. I will have you Ashley, and we have ages for this game, no one knows where this place is. Not even George." He said, his breath hitching a bit as images of him throwing her onto his bed and ripping her gown from her body as she fought back continued to burn his blood, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he unlaced the ties and pulled the band of his waist line to loosen them, hoping his groin would get the chance to breathe, but with no such luck. "Fine" he said with a frustrated growl. "... I'll let you have tonight. But you'll be locked in your temporary room for now." Guy growled, stalking towards the brunette and hissed in pleasurable pain when she sliced the dagger out at him, cutting him across his bare chest.

Grabbing her wrists in a bone crushing grip and waited till she lost feeling her hands, forcing her to drop the dagger. "Pushing your luck tonight with me Ashley will only make it worse for you, but better for me."

Dragging her out of his room he shoved her against the hard-wooden wall forcing a gasping scream for her lips. Knowing the advantage, he'd have to that he crushed his own to her pink lips, silencing her screams and lifted her up off the ground he grinded his throbbing cock against her leg and stomach as his tongue invaded her mouth nearly making her gag at the action. Pulling back from his harsh invasion of her mouth he glared down at her, "Just tonight I'll leave you be, just tonight."

With that finalized Guy threw her into the room and locked the door, knowing there was no way for her to get out of the windows since he'd had her room bard like a large, luxurious prison cell. Bars lined her window, preventing any form of escape he went back to his own room to his playmate, nearly ripping his pants from his body he pulled the blankets from her smiling pouting lips. Grabbing her by her ankles he viciously pulled her from the pillows and rammed himself into her, ripping a pleasured scream from her, "Scream for me," his play mate was almost as sexually masochistic as he was, almost.

Ashley cowered in a corner of the room, holding herself closed from any form of possible invasion as she listened to the screams from Guys playmate. Something she knew she'd never allow herself to fall victim too. But if he was right and no one knew where this place was, how could she escape whim without him forcing himself upon her or unharmed and any form. Mental, emotional, and physical. It was likely impossible she'd escape without such things happening, which terrified her. "Will, where are you?"

Nottingham

"I want Ashley and the bounty on Lockley's head."

Raising a brow at the boy Nottingham slightly felt pity for him, the girl was either already his cousins next victim and toy or dead. There was no need to be polite about anything though, the boy would deliver Locksley or be killed himself. "Sorry, the girl is out of my control. My cousin has disappeared and likely took her with him. Probably turning her into his next play mate. Your life will be your gift. The Lash! Sorry, have to make this believable."

"Wait, what-what do you mean by 'play mate'! HEY! WHERE'S ASHLEY! NOTTINGHAM WHERE IS SHE!" Fear swelled up in his body, hanging upside down just made his want to vomit, but as the lashes struck him across his chest and stomach and screamed from the pain of the sting from the lashes were merely an annoying sting compared to the pain he was feeling from the fear of what could be happening to Ashley Dubois, or what had possibly already happened.

** I know, that went reeeeally dark, I apologize. Please don't hate me for the crazy dark break here. Either way I hope the chapter was acceptable. Thank you for reading and thank you for the two reviews I had received. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night and Happy soon to be New Year!