I watch from my spot, hidden by a large tree with branches so long they drag on the dusty path. Even if they weren't there I would still remain unnoticed. The darkness has come quicker than I anticipated- not that it deters from the plan.
I can see them walking up the path, past my spot; nearing the house. Perfect. I knew they wouldn't stay where they were. Well, I knew he wouldn't. Her, I'm not so sure. He is in control of everything that man. The house, the money- and the dogs of course. The dogs. The cause of all of this. If she hadn't married him she still would've ended up with someone who controls her. Not me. I control them. Them and all the others who just see me as some feeble-minded business woman. I have to remember to keep to my image sometimes. I can't let my true characteristics overcome my feminine charm. People would never look at me or take my orders if I compelled them to see me as confident and virile. It's not right that there's even a word for it. Why can't women have a word for being capable? Likely because no one ever expects them to be. It works in my favour I suppose- that's why I can get away with it.
I resume my plan, picking up a small stone that I placed near my feet. Carefully, without being spotted, I trace my way around to the back of the house- where I know they'll be waiting. I take aim, throwing my stone towards the window, where it hits the pane with a light tap. I don't see them, but I know they'll have heard. Waiting and watching for me to give them my signal. Once I'm sure there's no movement, I retrace my steps, just in time to see him reaching out for the door knocker. The door opens outwards, so the last thing I see is the door closing in on them both- concealing them into the hall. I smile to myself, I simply can't help it. They make such a credulous pair that it has almost been no fun. I don't know when they'll find them, so I resume my place in all of this. Walking around to the back of the hall and in through the kitchenette door, I tread lightly so as not to be heard by anyone. I loiter in the corridor, making not a sound. I'm only just fast enough, for soon I see two silhouetted figures open the large, once palatial doors to the drawing room and gasp with audible delight. Not for much longer, I think. Oh how little they know.
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If She Doesn't Scare You
FanfictionVillains are often written from the wrong perspective, but what if the heroes were too? The real yet darker recount of what happened in that corner house in London involving a young couple, a glamourous woman and 2 spotted dogs. A story re-told from...
