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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
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight well now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man

I'm gonna show him what a little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and Lead-Miranda Lambert

Emily
A strange sound gains my attention, the sound of a door opening—one of the doors downstairs judging the fact that the sound of rain got just a touch louder than before. Setting down the book I was reading to Andrew and Edgar, I leave the sleeping boys and creep downstairs, making sure to skip the step that always squeaked when weight was put on it. There, in the shadows of my father's study, is a man; too large to be any other person than the man that had broken in and stolen Elizabeth away, but a man nonetheless. I grab a vase and tiptoe forward without a sound, those terrible years of dance that my father put me through finally coming in handy for the first time since then. The man shuffles through the room towards the desk at the far wall, his back to me as he rummages through drawers and the papers scattered over the top. Swallowing past a lump in my throat, I bring the vase down hard on his head—glass shattering and the man falling to the ground with a soft grunt before going completely still.
"Oh, my God," I gasp, stumbling backwards a few feet," I just knocked a man unconscious...Sarah would be proud." With a brief laugh, I turn the man over and see the same gruff face from the other night. This is definitely the man that kidnapped Elizabeth all those nights ago, probably the same man that kidnapped Sarah as well.
"What in God's name is going on here," my father shouts, throwing open the curtains that covered the large window across the room and charging over. "Who is that?"
"The man that broke into Emmett's house and took Elizabeth; could you help me with him, daddy, he's really large." Father gets a determined look on his face, grabbing one of the man's arms and, together, we haul him up and into the office chair—Daddy keeps him there while I search for some rope to tie the man up with. "Where are you?" Growing impatient, I run to the linen closet and start pulling out sheets and pillowcases; running back to the office with them, I begin to tie the man into place with my father looking on with a now amused expression. "Don't give me that look, I couldn't find any rope." I stop for a moment and look up at him. "What kind of man does not have any rope in his home?"
With a scowl, he takes over to make sure the knots are secure like he'd taught me to make them when I was just a little girl—barely older than Elizabeth is. "Now, call me when he wakes up, I'm going to check on the children."
"Yes, sir," I smile, giving him a mock solute, pulling my robe closer around me as I sit up on the edge of his desk—careful not to step on any glass.
"And clean this mess up; I don't want you cutting yourself." With that he walks out, grumbling under his breath about daughters and their strange impulses.
"This is going to be a long night."
Sarah
I glance up at the large man standing in the doorway and then at the fragile-looking maid standing next to him with her head bowed and tiny hands clasped in front of her; face looking like mine did after one of Ivan's famous beatings. Bringing a forkful of eggs to my mouth, I take the sharp knife off the tray and hide it in the vanity drawer while the guard was glancing around the room. With a shaky breath, I continue to pick at my food, pushing it around my plate to make it look as though I ate. Why even bother feeding me, it's not as if he actually cares if he's going to kill me anyway. "I'm finished," I tell the maid, giving her a bored look over my shoulder. She starts forwards, the guard shadowing her as she picks up the tray. His hand is heavy on my shoulder as he looks down at the tray's contents.
"Get 'im good or put it back on the tray," he whispers in my ear, sending dark look in my direction.
"Don't worry," I whisper back," I've dealt with men like him before."
"Yes, I heard; you handled his brother very well on that train. Are you still having those nightmares or was Blake just bragging about nothing again?" my head snaps in his direction, but he and the maid have already left, leaving me alone in the much too quiet room. With another deep breath, I pull the knife out and look at it, fascinated as the silver caught the candlelight and flashed dangerously. This could be the key to getting my daughter and me out of this hell hole, a small knife meant for nothing more than cutting eggs and buttering toast. Somehow I knew this was something that could help immensely and the fact that his own guard wanted me to use this was great news for me in terms of an ally.
Smiling a little for the first time in God knows how long, I hide the knife under the mattress and then climb back in bed. Apparently Blake has decided that I didn't deserve a fire to keep my room warm so I had to make do with the thick comforter on my bed, and that meant staying in bed unless eating. Blake would come soon; he always does around this time when the sky is just beginning to turn a fiery orange-red with streaks of pink shot through it. Beautiful if not for the constant visits that forced my gaze away from it and onto hard eyes with insanity burning in them—Blake was slowly growing even more insane than he had been when I was first brought here, becoming irritable and easy to anger. Perhaps that maid had brought his tea one day instead of his morning cup of coffee and she was forced to pay?

When Blake comes to visit I surreptitiously slip the knife out from under the mattress and into my hand while Blake was busy taking in his appearance in the glass doors of the balcony. "I was told you aren't eating, is that true, Sarah?"
"Ask your guard dog," I grumble, shifting uncomfortably in the bed when his gaze lands on me. There's something other than insanity burning in those eyes tonight and I didn't much like it. "I'm tired, I think I'll go to sleep early tonight and get a fresh start on my book in the morning." He smiles, walking over to me looking like a Panther that's just cornered its pray. "Please, lord Blake, I am very wary."
"Doesn't matter, you'll obey me or suffer the consequences." I pull the knife out and leave a deep gash on his cheek, making him fall backwards with a scream of pain. The guard from earlier burst inside, dragging Blake out of the room and sending me a wink in the process. Yes, this knife would definitely come in handy to keep Blake away; maybe next time I'll aim lower and get his pride. I smile again, wiping the blood off on the clean, white sheets that Blake loves to boast about. 'They cost more than your precious detective makes in two years.' Stupid, little prick!
Emmett
I run a hand through my hair in frustration; if I could pace in a coach I would be doing it now. We're on our way to one of the many entrances to the network of tunnels that are under the city. That should be the next place a clue will be if my theory is correct. I hope to God it's correct for the sake of my wife and daughter—I cannot fail them when they need me the most. "Sir, it's going to be fine," Daniels says confidently," we all know that the kidnapper will most probably return the girls because they are giving him hell." I can't help but chuckle at that, knowing well just how much Elizabeth is like her mother and also knowing that both of them had the ability to drive others insane.
"Yes, you're right about the giving them hell part, but I fear that that may just get them hurt." Daniels lowers his head and Blunt scratches the back of his neck in a nervous manner. "This is surely the right place." When the coach stops, the three of us hop out with lanterns and rush under the streets into the tunnels, sloshing through the water as quickly and carefully as we can. Slowly, the tunnels begin to grow familiar and I realize why when we come to a large hole in the wall where we'd found the sailor dressed as Emily with the map on his back. I hold my lantern into the hole, half expecting to see that shadowy figure again, but Ivan is dead and no one is there now; just darkness. "I don't understand," I mumble in confusion," this is where we found Maurice; it would make the most sense for it to be right here."
"Didn't you and Sarah chase Ivan through the tunnels while the others helped Mister Poe," Blunt asks. The chase comes back with shocking clarity: running blindly, Sarah chasing after me, falling off the ladder...One of the greatest moments of my life afterwards when Poe and Sarah showed up at my door in need of shelter. Fighting to keep a blush from rising, I begin to run once more. We'd barely missed Ivan in the tunnels, but it worked out decently all things considered. The other two run behind me, already gasping because of the strain of fighting through the waist deep water. Because of all the rain we've had recently, the tunnels were quickly filling up.
"Detective," Daniels shouts," are you sure this is the way?" I don't pay attention to him, sprinting the best I can towards the ladder Sarah and I fell from all those years ago.
"Nearly there," I call over my shoulder, rounding the corner and finding the familiar spot, coming to halt just before I ran into the metal ladder. "This is it!" I grab the envelope that was tied to one bar of it, ripping it open and pulling out the parchment. 'Black, blue, and red paint your wife's fair skin. Such a tempting woman she is, I may have to have another taste.' I let out a low growl of pure fury, crumpling the letter in my fist and throwing it down into the water. There's only one more thing inside the envelope, the necklace I'd given to Elizabeth on her fourth birthday: A golden heart with a lace pattern cut into it and a ruby inside. She wouldn't take this off without a struggle and a few choice words that she'd learned when Sarah thought no one was around.
"What was it, sir?"
"Obviously, just look at his face." I clutch the necklace tightly as I turn and make my way back out of the tunnels to the surface, shaking from both cold and fury; I climb into the coach and wait for the others to appear.
"I will have this man's head," I growl lowly, watching through narrowed eyes as Elizabeth's necklace catches the fading light of the sun.
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