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Bad Moon Rising	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Raven, The (2012) > Raven, The (2012) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bad Moon Rising
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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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Where once was light

Now darkness falls

Where once was love

Love is no more

Don't say goodbye

Don't say I didn't try

Gollum's Song-Emiliana Torrini

Sarah
I groan, resting my hand on my forehead and squinting against the harsh light created by oil lamps and a roaring blaze in the fireplace across the room. The room I'm being held in is spacious with a small balcony with a spiral staircase that lead down to the yard, grand marble fireplace, a massive bed, vanity, and a wardrobe—none of it was familiar to me. Upon standing, I rush to the glass double doors that lead to the balcony only to find both of them locked; the same for the door that leads out of the bedroom.
The storm raging outside made everything beyond the glass doors look like a washed out gray color and unrecognizable; there was no way to tell just where I am. I wander back to the glass doors, wishing I had something to break them with—gazing at my reflection: pale face with dark circles under my eyes, wild, dark hair framing my face and obscuring any of my peripheral vision and making me rely on the reflection in the glass to see if someone enters or not; someone had removed my corset and dress, leaving me in only a simple, white shift. This is just great. "You've finally woken," a familiar and unwanted voice states, but I don't bother to turn and face my kidnapper," good, now we can discuss why you were brought here." I watch his reflection closely in the glass doors as he begins to approach me at a languid pace. He's confidant; maybe that could be used against him later on.
"Why don't we start with your name and just where you've taken me," I snap, still facing away from him. The Englishman chuckles in amusement as one does when a small child tries to be serious. "I don't take very kindly to being laughed at, sir." I spit out the last word as though it were venom on my tongue. "Now answer me!" My rage showed clearly on my face, cheeks flushed and heart pounding rapidly. He brushes a strand of his auburn hair out of his face and behind his ear and focuses momentarily on brushing a fleck of imaginary lint of his jacket sleeve.
"My name is Nathaniel Blake and it would serve you well to remember your place, Sarah." His calm mask never slips, but his rigid posture gives him away. "Especially since your precious little girl will be arriving here very soon." My previously narrowed eyes widen in fear—fear that I have no clue who I'm dealing with, fear that I may die here, and fear of what might happen to my baby if I do not cooperate. "Yes, that's what I thought, Mrs. Fields."
"Why did you take me?" Blake smiles, resting his hands possessively on my shoulders and leans down to whisper in my ear.
"It'll break your husband."
I sigh, sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, knees drawn up to my head with my arms wrapped around them and my chin resting on them while I watch the flames dance. Blake left two hours ago after delivering a painful slap (for no real reason) that knocked me to the ground. Not too long ago he had talked to someone just outside of my door and I figured he had no real plan after he takes Elizabeth; he better not hurt my baby girl unless he wants to find out how much damage a furious mother can do! "Bastard could have left me a robe," I grumble with a shiver, scooting closer to the fire.
I hear footsteps out in the hallway that seem to stop in front of my door and then the sound of a key turning in a lock before my door opens to reveal a pretty looking maid with her head lowered and a burly man that filled up the doorway. No doubt he is here to make sure I do not try anything foolish. The maid sets a tray of food down on the vanity along with a bottle of wine. Well, I think sullenly, at least I can get drunk...
Emily
I smile down at Elizabeth, watching as she focuses on her book with her tongue sticking out slightly—a gesture she'd learned by watching her mother. "You know this word," I tell her encouragingly," we read this one last night." She nods, opening her mouth to say the word, but was interrupted when Andrew runs into the study with Alayna, the maid I'd brought with me to help, chasing after him. Edgar shuffles in soon after, rubbing his eye and climbing up onto my lap.
"Mommy," he yawns, resting his head on my shoulder," tell Andrew to shush it and go to sweep." I grin at my five-year-old, knowing he was used to being in bed a few hours ago. He yawns again, glaring over at the hyper six-year-old. "I'm tired."
"Alright, bedtime for all children under the age of seven," I announce, standing with my son curled up in my arms," Liz, why don't you go turn your bed back and I'll meet you in there in a few minutes." She nods, setting the book down and making her way down the hall to her bedroom while Alayna scoops up Andrew and the four of us go to the room the boys will be sharing until I know Sarah is home safe and sound.
Edgar clutches at the front of my robe, stopping me from rising off the small bed. "Will Aunt Sarah be alright," he asks in a soft voice, making sure Andrew couldn't hear. I swallow hard, looking down at the sheets instead of in my baby's eyes. "Momma, will she?"
"I—I'm not sure, baby, but your Uncle Emmett is doing the best he can to find her and bring her back to us." He nods, closing his eyes and falling asleep within seconds; Andrew was a different matter entirely. "Sweetie, when I say it's time for bed I mean it." He lowers his dark eyes, looking at the wall instead of me—much like I had done moments ago with my own son. "Look, you don't want to be really sleepy when your mommy comes home, do you?"
"I guess not," he answers around a yawn, closing his eyes as I stroke some dark hair off his face. "I love you, Aunt Emily."
"I love you too, baby." Once I knew he was sound asleep before walking down the hall to Elizabeth.
A loud bang startles me awake, shooting up in bed to look around; whatever was the cause of it certainly wasn't in the guest bedroom. After a couple of seconds of groggy confusion, I could barely make out the sounds of footsteps downstairs—moving quickly with obvious purpose. The familiar sense of dread hits me like a wave and I jump up, moving fast and quietly to Elizabeth's room just next door to my own. The nine-year-old is already up and pulling on her robe when I enter the room, taking her hand and ushering her to move quickly to her brother's room.
"What's going on," she asks in a whisper, pushing wild curls out of the eyes.
"Someone's in the house—"
"Stop!" I turn at the new voice, finding a man standing at the end of the hall, pointing a gun in my direction. I pull Elizabeth behind me, wishing like hell I had some sort of weapon of my own. The big man chuckles, eyes roaming hungrily over my body—the shift I had on didn't leave much to the imagination, after all. "Shit, maybe we should've taken you instead of that other lady; you certainly look better." My jaw clenches, pushing Elizabeth further away, but making sure she was still hidden behind me. The man's voice was harsh and sounded gravelly and unused.
I look at the pistol in his hand, breath beginning to quicken as I think about what he had just said. He knows where Sarah is; he might even be the person that took her in the first place! If I could just get where she's being held I could tell Emmett and maybe Sarah would still be alright. "What's your name," I ask in a calm voice—calmer than I actually felt. I think back to how Sarah used to act around Emmett before they loved each other; back when she was just teasing him to see him blush. I didn't have much time to react before he charge forward and brought the butt of his pistol down on my head and I saw nothing but darkness that soon faded to white.
Emmett
Groaning, I unlock my front door and walk in—instantly hit with the overpowering stench of death. Frowning in worry, I follow the smell to the kitchen and find the body of Emily's maid lying face down in a pool of blood with obvious signs of a gunshot wound to the back of the head—she hadn't even seen it coming. "Emily," I shout, running out of the kitchen towards the stairs," children!?"
"Daddy!" Andrew and Edgar run down to meet me, both sets of eyes filled with tears. "Aunt Emily is hurt," Andrew cries, pointing up the stairs. I set both boys back down and stand up, looking up the stairs and I can barely make out another body on the ground.
"I want both of you to go outside to Daniels and stay with him until I come back out," I tell them gently, pushing them slightly towards the still-open front door. I don't start up the stairs until the boys are outside and making Daniels uncomfortable—he doesn't have any children yet nor does he have younger siblings. I rush over to Emily, crouching down and lifting her slightly and examining a nasty bruise of the side of her face and a small cut. "Emily?"
She groans, shaking her head and slowly open her eyes. "Emmett," she asks voice heavy with sleep and confusion. "W—where's—oh, God, Emmett, he knows where Sarah is!" Emily sits up quickly, clutching at the side of her head and looking around wildly. "He has her; h—he's got…"
"Emily, what are you talking about?"
"The man that broke in, he said that he wished I was they took instead of Sarah," her voice shook uncharacteristically," he knew where Sarah was and I couldn't even fight back enough to wait for you." She leans back against the wall with her eyes closed. "Are the kids alright?"
"Yeah, the boys are—"I stop talking; realizing quickly that something was off. The boys had run to me immediately, but I haven't even seen my daughter yet. "Emily, when was the last time you saw Elizabeth?"
"Um, when I was trying to get her down the hall before I was hit, why?" She looks up at me now, but I was looking straight ahead, a feeling of failure punching me in the gut. I had failed to save my wife, I had failed to keep Emily unharmed, and now I had failed to save my little girl. Who knows what was going to happen to her or why they even took her in the first place. "No," Emily gasps, shaking her head rapidly back and forth," no!"
Elizabeth had been taken and I won't stop until the bastard behind it all is six feet in the ground.
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