The Legend
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
775
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Legend
*A/N: So, this is my first story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. Please review and let me know if it is worth pursing. Sorry if there are any mistakes but I tried to fix them as much as possible. These are original characters with a slight similarity to the story of Anastasia
Enjoy!*
Setting: London, England
A slight drizzle falls over a few black umbrellas that surround the coffin. The priest is finishing his last words concerning the deceased, Ella St. James, an old woman of 72 who died in her sleep. Though she may have known only a few people, no one really knew about her past, only what she had done since she moved to England with her granddaughter, Alexia.
As the priest droned on about the afterlife while the coffin was being lowered into the ground, Alexia thought to herself: why did this have to happen now?!
Alexia was not really happy before her grandmother died and she was certainly not better once it happened. Questions about her life, her future were unanswered, and with her grandmother gone, she had no one left to lean on for support.
Sure, she had a boyfriend, a very serious lawyer and hopeful politician. They had met at the University. He had come to meet his old professor while she was assisting him by grading papers. He was dressed in this sleek pin-stripe suit that brought out the deep green of his eyes and the white of his smile. That is what Alexia noticed first. Alexia did not think he had noticed her, because not once did he acknowledge her presence. She was proved wrong because he caught up with her later and asked her for coffee. That was not something she expected, she thought that she was out of his league. Honestly, she still questioned why he wanted to be with her today.
Alexia thought of herself as pretty; an average looking woman. She had dark curly brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her figure was definitely not like a model’s. She was five feet four inches with rounded hips and a stomach that would look flat if only she took the time to tone her figure. Like that would happen! Her breasts were a medium size, so she did not have much to complain about in that department. What sets her out from the rest is her eyes. They are the most striking part about her because they are a deep sapphire blue, surrounded by long thick eyelashes. Her eyes were truly what she loved about herself, even if she had to wear glasses when reading.
But most people did not notice her eyes much because she hid behind her clothing. Alexis did not dress up very often because she had no reason to. Why dress up when you have no one to show off to? That is what she always asked herself. Her wardrobe was average, it did not flaunt her figure but it also did not hide it. But since dating Marcus, she has had to find some nicer pieces to go to client dinners with him. Even though she would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt any day than wear a dress with heals.
I guess she was wrong about being attractive because she and Marcus have been dating for five months now.
Looking back to the day she met him, Alexia never thought her life would be like it was now. She had hoped to finish all of her studies at the university, but now that did not seem like a great idea. Alexia was just not motivated anymore; her life is now on hold, taking care of her grandmothers belongings, including an ancient house that she grew up in was priority now.
Alexia broke out of her revere when her name was called, and looked up to the priest. He motioned for her to come forward.
She knew what was needed to be done. She had been dreading this moment since she leaned the news about her grandmother’s passing.
Alexia crouched towards the ground slowly and grabbed a small handful of the damp dirt. Lightly, she tossed it onto her grandmother’s coffin.
Finally it began to sink in. Alexia took a shaky breath, and turned around to thank the priest as he finished with his last words. Those few who came to the service, quietly left along with the priest.
“Alexia, its time to leave,” said Marcus who stood uncomfortably by her grandmother’s grave.
Alexia’s grandmother never really liked Marcus. She barely even tolerated his existence and she even counted down the days until Alexia would leave him. Marcus was not too fond of her either.
Alexia never understood why her grandmother did not like Marcus. He was always polite and he even was a successful lawyer. He did not live at home like most of the men who went to the University with her. He was smart and charming and Alexia was so thrilled that he was interested in such a common girl from the outskirts of London. What more could a girl want? But that was the problem because Alexia began to ask that question to herself lately and that troubled her. But, now was not the time to be contemplating her relationship.
“Marcus…I think I will stay a little longer. I need time by myself…to you know…think about everything,” Alexia whispered.
Marcus pulled her into his arms and squeezed her tightly.
“What ever you need, love. I will be waiting to hear from you soon. Don’t stay cooped up too long in your grandmother’s old house. It’s not healthy,” he stated in a cool but concerned tone.
“Of course…I will ring once I am finished at the house.”
“Alright, love…be safe,” he said as he turned, heading back to his shiny black car.
Alexia watched him walk to the car. He looked at her with a sympathetic smile and opened the door and climbed in. Once he was inside and the engine was turned on, Alexia turned back to her grandmother’s grave. She knew that the workers still had to finish fully burying her grandmother but that would make her realize that this was not just a dream. Oh, how she longed to escape but she knew that it would never happen.
After a few minutes, a drizzle began to get harder, signaling Alexia that it was time to leave.
“Oh grandmother…why did you have to leave?” Alexia whispered as she touched her grandmother’s smooth headstone. Silent tears began to slowly fall down her cheeks.
Alexia quickly wiped them away as she turned around. Once her back was towards her grandmother’s headstone, she began to slowly walk towards her beat-up old car that her grandmother had given to her once she started the University.
Once to her car, she fiddled in her purse, trying to find her keys. Alexia cursed her grandmother because she was always correct in the fact that she did not need such a large purse.
While trying to put her keys into to the door, she quickly glanced up. A large, dark figure was standing in front of her grandmother’s grave. He slowly crouched down, and placed a single white lily on her grandmother’s headstone. He quickly turned around like he had sensed Alexia’s eyes on his back. His piercing grey eyes were fixed directly at Alexia. Alexia stared in curiosity at the figure because she has never seen that man before, but his eyes, they looked so familiar. As her stare was fixed on this mysterious stranger, her keys dropped and broke her out of her trance. She quickly bent down to retrieve them and looked back towards the figure, hoping to find out who he was, but he had disappeared.
Who was that?
Alexia glanced curiously at the lily set on her grandmother’s headstone. She quickly pushed the thought of the stranger aside and unlocked her car door. Alexia climbed into her seat and turned on the engine. It began to rain harder and she thanked god that she was able to get into her car in time before it poured even harder. The engine revved to life and she turned her windshield wipers on. Alexia threw a quick glace over her shoulder to look for oncoming traffic and pulled into the street, heading for her grandmother’s house.
Meanwhile…
He silently cursed himself for being seen. He should have been more careful.
He dug through his pockets in his large coat and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He quickly lit it and took a long drag, holding in the calming smoke before exhaling it gradually.
If Ella were around, she would be lecturing him again about how those things would kill him. That was the least of his problems. He had faced worse things in his lifetime and death by cigarettes seemed to be a lot nicer way to die.
As he took another drag of his cigarette, he contemplated what had just occurred. He let his emotions get the best of him and now she had seen him. Yes, she probably has not clue who he is, but that is not the point. If Ella were alive, she would be livid because of his stupidity, but she is gone and now it is his burden to protect the next in line. He had sensed some type of change was going to happen but not this soon. Not this big either. Her death has caused problems and soon he will be handling the troubling effects of Ella’s death sooner than he had hoped.
He stepped back from the tree’s shadow and watched the old car slowly begin to drive away from the curb.
“Fuck!” he cursed as he threw his cigarette to the ground. He lifted his large booted foot and crushed the last of his cigarette.
He knew what needed to be done. So, he began to run towards her car, hoping to not miss her. As he was about to break from the tree line, he quickly morphed into his other form; a sleek black cat. He rapidly ran beside the road, trying to pull alongside the car.
Luckily there was a signal ahead. As she pulled into the required stop, he jumped into the open back passenger window and crouched beneath the passenger seat. He felt the pull of the car as she lifted her foot off of the break. He curled up and began to count down the minutes until they reached their destination.
*Hoped you liked it and please Review.*
Enjoy!*
Setting: London, England
A slight drizzle falls over a few black umbrellas that surround the coffin. The priest is finishing his last words concerning the deceased, Ella St. James, an old woman of 72 who died in her sleep. Though she may have known only a few people, no one really knew about her past, only what she had done since she moved to England with her granddaughter, Alexia.
As the priest droned on about the afterlife while the coffin was being lowered into the ground, Alexia thought to herself: why did this have to happen now?!
Alexia was not really happy before her grandmother died and she was certainly not better once it happened. Questions about her life, her future were unanswered, and with her grandmother gone, she had no one left to lean on for support.
Sure, she had a boyfriend, a very serious lawyer and hopeful politician. They had met at the University. He had come to meet his old professor while she was assisting him by grading papers. He was dressed in this sleek pin-stripe suit that brought out the deep green of his eyes and the white of his smile. That is what Alexia noticed first. Alexia did not think he had noticed her, because not once did he acknowledge her presence. She was proved wrong because he caught up with her later and asked her for coffee. That was not something she expected, she thought that she was out of his league. Honestly, she still questioned why he wanted to be with her today.
Alexia thought of herself as pretty; an average looking woman. She had dark curly brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her figure was definitely not like a model’s. She was five feet four inches with rounded hips and a stomach that would look flat if only she took the time to tone her figure. Like that would happen! Her breasts were a medium size, so she did not have much to complain about in that department. What sets her out from the rest is her eyes. They are the most striking part about her because they are a deep sapphire blue, surrounded by long thick eyelashes. Her eyes were truly what she loved about herself, even if she had to wear glasses when reading.
But most people did not notice her eyes much because she hid behind her clothing. Alexis did not dress up very often because she had no reason to. Why dress up when you have no one to show off to? That is what she always asked herself. Her wardrobe was average, it did not flaunt her figure but it also did not hide it. But since dating Marcus, she has had to find some nicer pieces to go to client dinners with him. Even though she would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt any day than wear a dress with heals.
I guess she was wrong about being attractive because she and Marcus have been dating for five months now.
Looking back to the day she met him, Alexia never thought her life would be like it was now. She had hoped to finish all of her studies at the university, but now that did not seem like a great idea. Alexia was just not motivated anymore; her life is now on hold, taking care of her grandmothers belongings, including an ancient house that she grew up in was priority now.
Alexia broke out of her revere when her name was called, and looked up to the priest. He motioned for her to come forward.
She knew what was needed to be done. She had been dreading this moment since she leaned the news about her grandmother’s passing.
Alexia crouched towards the ground slowly and grabbed a small handful of the damp dirt. Lightly, she tossed it onto her grandmother’s coffin.
Finally it began to sink in. Alexia took a shaky breath, and turned around to thank the priest as he finished with his last words. Those few who came to the service, quietly left along with the priest.
“Alexia, its time to leave,” said Marcus who stood uncomfortably by her grandmother’s grave.
Alexia’s grandmother never really liked Marcus. She barely even tolerated his existence and she even counted down the days until Alexia would leave him. Marcus was not too fond of her either.
Alexia never understood why her grandmother did not like Marcus. He was always polite and he even was a successful lawyer. He did not live at home like most of the men who went to the University with her. He was smart and charming and Alexia was so thrilled that he was interested in such a common girl from the outskirts of London. What more could a girl want? But that was the problem because Alexia began to ask that question to herself lately and that troubled her. But, now was not the time to be contemplating her relationship.
“Marcus…I think I will stay a little longer. I need time by myself…to you know…think about everything,” Alexia whispered.
Marcus pulled her into his arms and squeezed her tightly.
“What ever you need, love. I will be waiting to hear from you soon. Don’t stay cooped up too long in your grandmother’s old house. It’s not healthy,” he stated in a cool but concerned tone.
“Of course…I will ring once I am finished at the house.”
“Alright, love…be safe,” he said as he turned, heading back to his shiny black car.
Alexia watched him walk to the car. He looked at her with a sympathetic smile and opened the door and climbed in. Once he was inside and the engine was turned on, Alexia turned back to her grandmother’s grave. She knew that the workers still had to finish fully burying her grandmother but that would make her realize that this was not just a dream. Oh, how she longed to escape but she knew that it would never happen.
After a few minutes, a drizzle began to get harder, signaling Alexia that it was time to leave.
“Oh grandmother…why did you have to leave?” Alexia whispered as she touched her grandmother’s smooth headstone. Silent tears began to slowly fall down her cheeks.
Alexia quickly wiped them away as she turned around. Once her back was towards her grandmother’s headstone, she began to slowly walk towards her beat-up old car that her grandmother had given to her once she started the University.
Once to her car, she fiddled in her purse, trying to find her keys. Alexia cursed her grandmother because she was always correct in the fact that she did not need such a large purse.
While trying to put her keys into to the door, she quickly glanced up. A large, dark figure was standing in front of her grandmother’s grave. He slowly crouched down, and placed a single white lily on her grandmother’s headstone. He quickly turned around like he had sensed Alexia’s eyes on his back. His piercing grey eyes were fixed directly at Alexia. Alexia stared in curiosity at the figure because she has never seen that man before, but his eyes, they looked so familiar. As her stare was fixed on this mysterious stranger, her keys dropped and broke her out of her trance. She quickly bent down to retrieve them and looked back towards the figure, hoping to find out who he was, but he had disappeared.
Who was that?
Alexia glanced curiously at the lily set on her grandmother’s headstone. She quickly pushed the thought of the stranger aside and unlocked her car door. Alexia climbed into her seat and turned on the engine. It began to rain harder and she thanked god that she was able to get into her car in time before it poured even harder. The engine revved to life and she turned her windshield wipers on. Alexia threw a quick glace over her shoulder to look for oncoming traffic and pulled into the street, heading for her grandmother’s house.
Meanwhile…
He silently cursed himself for being seen. He should have been more careful.
He dug through his pockets in his large coat and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He quickly lit it and took a long drag, holding in the calming smoke before exhaling it gradually.
If Ella were around, she would be lecturing him again about how those things would kill him. That was the least of his problems. He had faced worse things in his lifetime and death by cigarettes seemed to be a lot nicer way to die.
As he took another drag of his cigarette, he contemplated what had just occurred. He let his emotions get the best of him and now she had seen him. Yes, she probably has not clue who he is, but that is not the point. If Ella were alive, she would be livid because of his stupidity, but she is gone and now it is his burden to protect the next in line. He had sensed some type of change was going to happen but not this soon. Not this big either. Her death has caused problems and soon he will be handling the troubling effects of Ella’s death sooner than he had hoped.
He stepped back from the tree’s shadow and watched the old car slowly begin to drive away from the curb.
“Fuck!” he cursed as he threw his cigarette to the ground. He lifted his large booted foot and crushed the last of his cigarette.
He knew what needed to be done. So, he began to run towards her car, hoping to not miss her. As he was about to break from the tree line, he quickly morphed into his other form; a sleek black cat. He rapidly ran beside the road, trying to pull alongside the car.
Luckily there was a signal ahead. As she pulled into the required stop, he jumped into the open back passenger window and crouched beneath the passenger seat. He felt the pull of the car as she lifted her foot off of the break. He curled up and began to count down the minutes until they reached their destination.
*Hoped you liked it and please Review.*