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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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I was betrayed/There is no open sore/I'm in too deep/I can't believe/Anymore/Will you take what's left of me/Reanimate my trust in fate/Angel in disguise/you save my soul/But you make my heart go blind/My devils rage inside/just can't let go/Cause it feels so right/You make my heart go blind
Edgar helps me lace up the back of my dress, making a strange noise that seemed to be agreement and amusement. The dress was off the shoulder with short sleeves, which was made up of royal blue silk with black at the bottom and outlining the top of the dress—barely making it acceptable to be worn to a ball like the one I was attending tonight. "Well," I ask nervously," how do I look?" He turns me in a small circle, inspecting me with one hand rubbing his goatee.
"You look perfect; the Detective won't know what hit him...don't actually hit him, though, he probably would take offense to that." I laugh, giving my brother a hug and taking my mask from him. "Now, shall we go and entrance our loves?" I nod, following him out to the carriage waiting for us.

I walk through the crowds of dancing, chatting, and leering people to the one person I want to talk to. I've seen many of the men in attendance here at the tavern where they are no better than the sailors that often see me. Halfway to my intended destination I am forced to stop as a young, handsome man steps in front of me with a graceful bow, one hand held towards me. "Could I have this dance, Miss?"
"Sorry, I have better people to talk to," I smile, making my way past him and towards Detective Fields, who's wide eyes were focused on me. One could hardly blame him, my dress was lower than normal and so exposed a decent amount of cleavage. It made me feel power to be able to draw a man's gaze like that, power that is hard to come by for most women. "Hello, Emmett." He gulps, looking around the room.
"Miss Poe," he greets with a stiff nod, still not looking at me. I frown, placing a gloved hand on his arm and turning him to face me.
"I could swear that I told you to call me Sarah." Emmett continues not to meet my gaze, but now and then his eyes flick down to look at the pale skin that my dress revealed. "After all, we arefriends, aren't we, Emmett?" I wet my bottom lip, swiping my tongue across it slowly—his eyes following it. He flounders for a moment, trying to find words before looking away again, scanning the ballroom.
"It would hardly be proper." I scoff at that, arms crossed over my chest.
"Do I look like the kind of woman who gives a damn about propriety?" He doesn't answer me, eyes looking anywhere but at me. I trace a finger along his jaw as I walk away, calling to him over my shoulder," Perhaps I'll see you later." My hazel eyes glinting with mischief, I tap on another man's shoulder. It was the same young man from earlier. "How about we dance, my friend is a little busy." He smiles, expertly twirling me around the dance floor.
"I don't think I caught your name," he says, lips close to my ear so that I can hear him over the music.
"That's because I never gave it to you," I retort with a smile. "I find names and titles don't mean much at night." His eyebrows shoot upwards as he realizes the meaning of my words, pulling me closer to him. "I'll take that as a yes?"
"Yes, indeed." The sounds of shattering glass makes me jump, stumbling backwards a little. Before I have time to react, Fields has tackled me to the ground so that the horse that had come charging in wouldn't trample me. The horse's rider lay on the ground, holding his shoulder where Charles had just shot him. The man I was dancing with helps me up as Fields points his pistol at the rider dressed as a skeleton.
"He said you'd ordered it," the rider gasps, holding up some folded parchment, which Charles snatches from him.
"He has my daughter," Charles says angrily. "Seal off the building!" My hands cover my mouth as I lean against the man I had been dancing with for support. The sick bastard has gotten an innocent man hurt and kidnapped my best friend all in one night; why was he doing this? Edgar quickly walks over to me, letting me hold on to him rather than the stranger.
"It'll be alright," he mutters in my ear," we'll get Emily back." His voice is emotionless, what happened not yet sinking in all the way. "I won't let anyone hurt you, my little sister." The last sound I hear before I fall, unconscious, to the ground is the sound of the clock ringing.
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I sit next to my brother in Fields' office, surrounded by the Detective's men as Fields himself reads us the letter that the killer had delivered to us. "I challenge the brilliant detective mind of Edgar Allan Poe to a game of wits, with Emily's life in the balance. You will immortalize, for the exquisite pleasure of your readers, this, you own very descent into the maelstrom." I grip one of Edgar's hands tightly, knowing that both of us could use the comfort that the simple gesture provided. "Which shall appear in serial form in the Baltimore Patriot. Know that I will kill again and on that new corpse, I will leave you clues that will lead to Emily. If I do not read a vivid accounting of this convergence of fact and fiction, then dear Emily will die and I will take your sister next." Edgar's grip on my hand tightens. "Your only hope is to imagine a way to save her. I dare you to try to conceive of the painstaking care I have taken to secure her and the elegant means leading inexorably to her end. Are you up to the task, Mister Poe? Are you even capable of imagining the means to save your beloved's life, or shall this tale end as all your stories do? With madness, sin, and horror...the soul of the plot."
"Your men are right, I've killed her," Edgar states, rocking slightly in his chair.
"We must assume Miss Hamilton is still alive."
"Why, because it's more convenient to do so? Why am I to blame? Where were all these officers last night; where were you?! He told you he was coming!" Edgar's voice breaks at the end, making it harder on myself to hold back tears. It was my fault that Fields couldn't get to Emily in time, if I would've just stayed by the buffet table he could've made it to my soon-to-be sister instead of worrying about knocking me out of a horse's way. I stand up, wrapping my arms around me as I look anywhere, but at Fields or my elder brother.
"Listen to me," Fields commands, forcing me to sit again," he will keep her alive for the simple reason of keeping you involved."
"Why should he; you read it yourself, if Emily dies he'll just come after Sarah!" Emmett winces as that, obviously hoping that my brother had missed that part of the letter. I know for sure that if the killer comes for me he's going to get a little surprise he won't walk away from. Charles Hamilton's booming voice is heard as he comes barging into the office, face a light shade of purple.
"Familiarize yourselves with my face, they'll be seeing it every hour until my daughter is returned to me!" He pushes his way past the officers and straight up to Fields, not having noticed Edgar or me yet.
"Mister Hamilton," Fields speaks calmly," I am very sorry—"
"You should be, she was taken under your watch!" His gaze moves over Fields shoulder, growing even more furious when he sees my brother. "Why the hell is he here?!" Before Fields could stop him, Charles had punched my brother and I was tackling the large man to the ground, hitting him as hard as I could before I was pulled away, still struggling against Fields' strong hold on me.
"Don't you dare blame my brother for this, you bastard," I hiss," if you would have listened and held off on the ball none of this would've happened!" Fields covers my hand, muffling the next round of obscenities that fly from my lips.
"Mister Poe here is our only connection to the man that has your daughter, I suggest you remember that." His voice is filled with barely contained anger towards Charles as he continues to hold me back. Charles storms out of the office, shooting one last glare at Edgar and me, his right eye already beginning to swell from where I'd managed to get in one last punch. "Calm down," he whispers," I don't really want to arrest you for beating a man." With one last huff, I nod my head, signaling that he can let me go. "We will reconvene in two hours. Until then, I want every street in Baltimore manned, is that understood?" The officers all mumble a yes sir before they leave the room, shutting the door behind them.
The lyrics are from the song Angel in Disguise by Cinema Bizarre.
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