Sam and Deena Fear Street One Shots

Royalty

a/n  IM SORRY THIS IS NOT SMUT OR PART 3 IM SORRY! Ive had bad writers block and have been swamped with homework. ANYWAYS this is a little creative writing thing i did in english but i changed it to have Sam and Deenas names cause ya'll deserve and update and i had to write this anyways so suck my dick.

The cold fall air stung her face and she dashed through the courtyard, metal sheath clanging against the metal accents on her perfect white wedding gown. Her heels digging into the heel of her feet caused agonizing pain coursing up her shins. She steals a glimpse behind her, checking her pursuers speed and how far they were from her. Sam decides to take a long needed second and throw off her heels, letting her know bare feet touch the fresh damp grass from the morning dew. Her eyes frantically search around for the gazebo where she would finally be able to be free of her life as a piece of royalty. They never thought of her as a person, more like an object to put on display of all of their wealth. She continues her run towards her lover waiting for her at the gazebo. It was their spot and as every second passed Deena became more worried. Sam begins to see the Gazebo come into her plane of view. She could hear the hot, raspy breath of the men in pursuit of her. The Clank of metal on metal rings in her ears as she remembers the sword she has strapped to her back.

Deena catches her lover running forward toward her and they make eye contact. Within a split second she knows what she has to do. Deena unsheathes her own sword off her back, much less shiny and fancy as Sams but it does the trick just fine. She hops onto her horse and begins to take off to go and rescue her childhood best friend. Her sword in her non dominant hand and holding onto the reins she begins to ride up next to Sam.

She had begun fighting her pursuers in wait for Deena to get her. Metal on metal became to deafen her sense of hearing, feeling more pain with every hit against her precious metal sword. She feels a new force gripping her arm, pulling her away from her fight. She looks up and looks directly into her lover's eyes, fear and excitement overshadowing their green hues. She spun around jumping up to hitch her foot on the stirrup. Deena continues to hold onto her and to fend off the pursuit still following us though the courtyard. She finally pulls herself onto the horse and holds on to Deena's toned abs as they take off through the crisp fall air.