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Burn my Shadow	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Raven, The (2012) > Raven, The (2012) Views: 918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wake me up inside/call my name and save me from the dark/bid my blood to run/before I come undone/save me from the nothing I've become/Bring me to life
I give my brother a hug and pat Carl, Edgar's raccoon, before walking towards the front door. "Good night," I call over my shoulder with a smile. As I open the door I nearly run into the blonde beauty, Emily. "Hello," I smile, giving the woman a hug.
"You're not staying," she asks, brow furrowing. She didn't like the profession I was in and often expressed such worry.
"I have a room over at the tavern and a...guest waiting for me." She sighs, giving me another hug before walking to my brother's study. She's a sweet woman, a year younger than me—she's been so good for Edgar. He's not as depressed as he was when Virginia died.
+-+-+-+-+-Thirty Minutes Later -+-+-+-+-+
I enter the tavern, glad that it's mostly emptied out so that I can get up to my room without much hassle. Reagan waves me over to the bar, handing me a snifter of brandy. "Ye got your usual upstairs waitin' for you." Downing the liquid, I nod my thanks and head up to my room where I knew Ivan would be patiently waiting; probably reading one of my brother's tales. I'm greeted by a large grin as I step into my room, lit only by the two oil lamps I own.
"I was beginning to worry," Ivan says softly, standing up and holding his arms open. "No one's safe out on the streets at night." I grimace slightly as he says this, dark thoughts trying to creep past the barrier I've built. I'm pulled into a tight embrace, Ivan kissing the top of my head. "Has your brother written anything else; another story or poem?" I shrug, sitting on my bed and gesturing for him to join me.
"He's written a poem for a certain young lady that's managed to catch his eye," I answer, smiling as my friend's eyes light up with anticipation. "I take it you want to hear it?"
"Of course, Miss Poe, your brother is a genius when it comes to writing!"
"It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;—

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved be me.

She was a child and I was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud by night

Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher

In this kingdom by the sea."
I recite the poem softly, a small smile on my lips. Edgar was always good with words and I loved to read his poems. Ivan looks awed, one of his arms wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him, allowing me to lay my head on his shoulder. "It's beautiful," he whispers, looking down at me with tear-filled eyes. He was an emotional person and had no problem expressing himself. "I-it reminds me of you—the description of her beauty, I mean." Blushing, I look away from the man. I've known him for five years and he seems to love giving me compliments even though it made me feel awkward.
"Ivan," I laugh, tracing the swirling patterns on my quilt. He chuckles, using one finger to turn my face to meet his—pressing his lips against mine softly. Unlike my other regulars, Ivan didn't come just to have sex, he came because he knew I needed a friend. "Are you staying the night?" He nods slowly, playing with a lock of my dark hair. "Help me with my corset." He undoes the stays, gladly helping me out of the annoying garment. Taking a deep, needed breath, I remove my skirt and top—pulling on a sheer, white chemise to sleep in.
"Come here," he whispers, eyes showing the love he feels for everyone and everything. I lay next to him, looking out the window across the room.
"'Twas noontide of summer, and mid-time of night; and stars, in their orbits, shone pale through the night," I whisper softly to no one before falling asleep. Edgar would tell me that line when I stayed at his house for the night—even if it was nowhere near summertime.
I smile up at Theodore as we make our way home from the theatre, hazel eyes showing the love I have for him. Being so tall and broad-shouldered, Theodore intimidated most people, but I only ever felt safe around him—it's a bonus that he and my brother get along so well. The night was clear and snow coated the streets, stars shining brightly above our heads. Everything that once seemed so perfect moments before disappears when the shadow of a man steps in front of us, his knife dripping red.
I wake with a start, breathing coming in panicked gasps. I haven't had that particular nightmare in years and I wonder what triggered it now? Ivan lets out a long breath, wrapping and arm around my waist and pulling my back flush against his front. I need comfort, and the alcohol is too far away so Ivan will have to do. Turning, I give his lips a soft, but long, kiss—beginning to feel him respond.
"What a pleasant way to begin the morning," he mumbles against my neck, kissing his way down to my shoulder. I quickly do away with my chemise, giving him access to my breasts. He takes full avenge of this, one hard peak disappearing between his lips as one of his hand begins to knead the other. I moan, arching into his touch, fingers tangling in his short hair.
Suddenly the door to my room is kicked in, allowing several of the Baltimore P.D. to file inside after a detective. I pull my quilt up to cover myself, beginning to blush. "I'm sorry, sir," I say to the man who looks to be in charge," but I'm a little busy here and you'll have to wait your turn like all the others."
"Are you Sarah Poe?" The man keeps his gaze averted, lips twitching slightly in disapproval, "The sister of Edgar Allan Poe?" A feeling of unease washes through me at his question, making me shift uncomfortably in my small bed.
"Yes…"
"I need you to accompany back to the police station as soon as you are dressed properly." God, please tell me Edgar is alive—I couldn't handle another man I love dying, I just couldn't! I nod, telling him I'd meet his downstairs. As the men file out again I ask Ivan to help me with my blasted corset, knowing it was going to be a long day.
"Do you want me to come with you," he asks worriedly as we walk down the creaking stairs to the main part of the tavern.
"No, Ivan, I'll come see you as soon as I can to tell you why they bothered us, I promise." He nods, looking over at the man I spoke to earlier.
"Miss," the man, I assume he's a detective by the way his nice clothing, offers me his hand to help me into a coach. "My name is Detective Fields and I will be the one to question you at the station while we wait for your brother." Dammit, Edgar, what the hell did you do this time?

"'Twas noontide of summer, and mid-time of night; and stars, in their orbits, shone pale through the night" is from the poem Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe.
The lyrics are from the song Bring me to Life by Evanescence.
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