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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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
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- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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Well I never pray

But tonight I'm on my knees yeah

I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah

I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now

But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

Bittersweet Symphony-The Verve/Megan Hilty

Sarah
Sighing, I pick up a book that had been left in my room and begin to read without really seeing the words. Not even reading could keep my thoughts on task, thinking instead of how my son was doing; that in turn made me think of Elizabeth. I set the book down next to me on the floor, picking up a drawing that Blake had left in my room a few nights ago—studying his technique and noticing one thing that seemed to stand out; it looked just like Ivan's drawings of me. Same difficulty with shading properly, same signature on the back (mainly a scribble), and the same small imperfection on my left shoulder—Ivan had always drawn a small scar there and he would never tell me why, this drawing had that same scar.
These weren't drawn by Blake that much I was sure of. In fact, judging by a scribble that looks similar to an eight, this was drawn only months before my brother's death. How the hell had Blake gotten hold of Ivan's drawing? Shaking my head, I crumple the drawing up and throw it onto my untouched breakfast tray. Ivan kept his drawings close by until we made a quick stop on the way to the train station and he mailed them off to some relative, and if Blake has them...I am well beyond fucked.
Shivering in disgust, I bang my fist against the door until the giant of a man opens it and gives me a questioning grunt. "I'm not hungry," I say, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. The man stays where he is, giving me a dumb look. "It's not that hard of a concept to grasp; you pick up my tray and take it back to the kitchens for some maid or another to dispose of." He still doesn't move and I roll my eyes. "Why do I always get stuck with the stupid ones?" I cross the room and pick up my tray, walking back to the door, and holding out for the man to take.
"I may not be smart," he grumbles, taking the tray," but I ain't stupid." He slams the door behind him and locks it, stomping away. Jesus, you'd think taking a tray downstairs was beneath him or something the way he acted. The staff around this place may be few, but the few here are grouchier than the sailors at the tavern I used to work at. I pull the cover off the bed and wrap it about my shoulders, settling on the expensive carpet in front of the massive fireplace.
"Too bad Blake has terrible taste in books," I murmur to no one, shivering slightly as the fire begins to die. Usually around this time a maid would come in to add more wood, but the house been strangely quiet lately. Pursing my lips, I look around the room in disinterest; I still had nothing in here to entertain me minus the book and looking out the doors that led to the balcony. Blake had my vanity seat taken out so that I wouldn't be tempted to use it as a weapon or even break the glass doors. Looking down at the book beside me, I can't help but wonder if it could do the job. I don't get to contemplate that very much when my door opens to reveal the scowling face of Blake.
"Where is it," he snarls at me, face twisted in rage. "Where is the drawing that was brought to you three days ago?!"
"On my breakfast tray," I answer automatically, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Had he not put it there himself just to get under my skin? Obviously not, because he pulls me off the floor by the front of my shift, eyes shining with an almost uncontrolled madness—much like Ivan's had. "Did you not want me to see your brother's drawings, my lord?" I hadn't any idea what relation Blake was to Ivan, but apparently my guess was correct because Blake throws me to the ground, swearing that he'd make whoever told me pay.
"You will keep your mouth shut about this, whore." And then he was gone again, stomping away much like his man had done only moments before.
Blake
Snarling, I punch the maid, feeling one of the bones in her delicate face give way to my fist. "How could you let that drawing fall into her hands," I growl as the maid, Eleanor, begins to cry. I punch her again and again even as she tried to escape the tight grip I had in her hair. Growling, I pull her back, sitting on her middle as I wrapped the fingers of my free hand around her throat and begin to squeeze. "You need to learn to follow orders, Eleanor. It's your fault she found out."
Her dark eyes widen in fear, her hand pulling at mine as I squeeze harder. "My lord." I look up at Raphael's hoarse voice, not letting up on Eleanor as I look up at my friend. "Perhaps she's learned her lesson." I glance down at the maid, smiling slightly when I see her face has turned a light shade of purple.
Slowly, I release her and get to my feet. "Pack your things and be grateful that Raphael stopped me when he did." Coughing and gasping, Eleanor scrambles away on her hands and knees as fast as she could. "Servants these days have no respect." Raphael says nothing, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, examining the room thoroughly. "Tomorrow I want you to go and get that woman you have been lusting after—think of it as a gift for being such a loyal employee."
"Thank you, my lord." Raphael nods, exiting the room once I had full control back.
Sighing, I use a pot as a mirror and smooth my hair back into place; combing my fingers through the thick mess to take the tangles out. I smile at my reflection, knowing I got better genes than my elder brother; I was certainly better looking. Ivan had been nice looking, but took after our mother and her fondness for poisons. Too bad for him that the inheritance came to me and he was sent to live with our Uncle in Boston while I moved to France. Perhaps I will return to France when this business with the Fields family is finished.
I nod, picking up an apple before I leave the kitchens for my room. It had been my uncle's when he was alive, and Ivan's after that; both men had no sense of proper decor and the room had been dark and bland before I had moved in, now the room had new wallpaper, the drapes thrown back, and a few cheerful paintings on the wall. "Yes, it's slowly becoming inhabitable," I nod, hands on my hips as I look around.
Once the remodeling is completely finished, I plan to sell it to some idiot that doesn't know any better. My eyes land on the only other maid I have as she quickly finishes up her dusting. She was a pretty young woman, with light blonde hair and wide, hazel eyes. She's been obedient thus far, being unable to talk certainly made things better. Perhaps I would take her with me back to France. Anamarie, I believe her name is; no family that I know of and close to Mister Parker—the man I'd chosen to guard her whenever she had to go in Sarah's room.
"Mrs. Fields needs more wood on her fire," I state, smiling when she nods and scurries away with Mister Parker following silently behind her.
Emmett
I run into the ballroom, looking around for some clue that I knew had to be there. So far, I've been taken to most of the places I had to visit during Ivan's murder spree in order and this was the next on the list. Daniels looks around with me, confusion in his gaze as he scratches the back of his neck. "Might I ask why we're here, sir?"
"If I'm right, this will be the place where the next clue will be," I answer, scanning the room where Sarah was nearly trampled by a man on horseback. Shaking the disturbing thought out of my head, I walk to the other side of the room, finding an envelope propped up on the mantel with his name written on the front in a handwriting that was far nicer than anyone's I knew. I pick it up and tear it open, expecting to find something of my family's and I am not disappointed. Inside is Sarah's wedding ring, a band of silver with silver flowers on either side of a well-sized diamond; I clutch the ring tightly in my hand as I pull out the parchment . 'You're moving quicker, but not quite quick enough; Elizabeth's life hangs in the balance.'
"Detective, over here!" I run over to Daniels, finding a mutilated animal. "Who would do something like this to an innocent animal?"
"The same man responsible for taking my wife and daughter." I throw the parchment on the ground, running a hand through my hair. "Get someone here to clean that up before it's seen."
"Yes, sir," Daniels nods, jogging out to the coach to get Officer Blunt's assistance. I can't let this man win; I can't risk loosing Sarah again, not after all we've been through. With shaking hands, I put the wedding ring in my pocket and walk outside. The wind was bitingly cold and the pouring rain didn't help, but in that moment, I couldn't feel it as my rage tried to take sole control.
"Sir, if I let you catch your death out here your wife will be the cause of mine," Blunt says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"You're sure we will get my girls back?"
"I'm sure enough for the both of us, sir." And that was all I needed to hear.
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