All I'll Ever Need

Chapter One

Lafayette's POV

Drip...

Drip...

I felt a icy droplet running down the side on my face as I woke. My head was spinning and throbbing with the rhythm of each water drop.

"Ugh..." I groaned, trying to lift my heavy head. I looked around, seeing darkness with just a strand of light. It was beaming down not more than just 6 feet away from my foot. I felt a warm stickiness coming from the back of my head and the faint smell of blood. I tried to clutch my head as another sharp pain throbbed, to my confusion, I realized my hands where shackled to the wall.

"What the hell?" I growled and struggled against them, trying to see if I could just jiggle them open.

"There's no use, boy." A voice echoed through the dark room, thick with a British accent. Heeled footsteps boomed from every whichaway, until they suddenly stopped. A set of pristine boots stood at the edge of the light.

"Where am I! Release me at once! Do you not know who I am?" I snarled, pulling once more the the shackles.

"But of course I know who you are, boy. Or should I say Lafayette, the French puppet of George Washington." The voice said with such sauve.

I looked up to try and see the face that this voice belonged to but I couldn't see more than a smug grin.

"Reveal yourself. Who are you?" I demanded.

"Now now, you're not really in the best of positions to be giving orders now are you?" They said stepping forward. It was a tall brunette woman in a blood red coat. Her eyes where a fiery emerald green, her lips a dark velvet red. Her skin was just barely tanned. A beautiful woman, no question, but a woman who could slit your throat and never have a second thought.

I felt my heart drop and my stomach clench. I remembered now, the letter after my first month in France as I was trying to get more supplies. I received a letter saying my home city was in danger and they were under attack. Knowing my family and loved ones where still there, I raced as quick as I could. That's when I arrived to a silent city. Not a soul in sight. As I frantically tried to search for anyone I knew, I was ambushed. I was attacked, and the last thing I remember was seeing her face before I blacked out from a blow to the head.

I stammered a moment before she laughed.

"Ah, you remembered." She sneered.

"You're British General Charlotte Cornwallis."