BOOK ONE : Lonely Girl

***MY FRENCH DADDY!***

Previously:
Cloe had snuck out by the front door out into the bright moonlight. It was a cold and misty night as she made her way to the burned down orphanage.
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As Cloe was approaching the orphanage she felt a chill thru her body, eyes following her as she walks. Shadows moving up and down the walls of the abandoned building. Cloe was scared but kept on walking forward. She had reached the front door of the building. As she slowly entered a large shadow rose infront of her, moving closer to her. She felt the touch of the unknown figure infront of her. It was cold and bony. The same touch of that night the orphanage had burned down. She tried to steady her breathing as fear rose within her body. She was stil wearing her thin night gown with only a small knitted jacket her mother had gave her, when she was a little girl. Surprisingly it still fits around her bony features. She was cold, scared and felt lonley.

Cloe felt the things bony fingers tracing down her collerbone. It had said something but was in a language she had not understood and it had disappeared. "Puikus." She had a deep voice behind her which made her jump out of fright. Her neck snapped back to see who had pronounced such a strange word and there she saw him. Long, bony body. A hard facial expression. His black curly hair all dirty over his pale forehead. It was her father. " I through you were gone father." She had said in shock. "Bonjour ma fille" He had answered. Cloe not knowing what he had said she felt the atmosphere between her and her long passed father ( as she had assumed ) get thicker. She could feel anxiety rushing thrubher father. "Long last my daughter. You have returned to me." He had said walking closer to her.

He grabbed her by the neck and with no strugle lifted Cloe of off the floor, only her those of her bare feet touching the ground. Slowly choking her. "You will fix me." He said with a french accent. "Heal me!" He shouted in a tone that scared Cloe. As tears rolled down her cheeks she was confused, she wanted to speak, ask questions. She rather stayed quite and trying to keep breathing. Her eyes started to dim as her farther started to laugh. The laugh was familiar but yet she could not match it with a face. Everything around her faded, struggling to keep her eyes open. She felt dizzy. Then she heard a voice from far away , it was John. She was save. She slowly closed her eyes as she felt the grip of her fathers hand disappear and fell to the ground. "CLOE!" John yelled and rushed over to her. "Cloe, open you're eyes!" He yelled.

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After John had carried Cloe home and tucked her into bed he went to sit infront of the fire. He knows what had happend and what was going on...
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"Cloe..." He said wispersing , stroking over her cheek to wake her the next morning. She slowly woke up from her sleep. "Yes?" She asked sleepy. "I have to tell you something." He had said while spotting the bruised places around her neck where her father had grabbed her the previous night. "I love you." He had said before he continued. Cloe just looked at him whiping her eyes. " I was going to talk circles around this specific topic but i cannot keep it from you any longer. " He had said Cloe just keeping quiet, waiting. " uh..." He had said and looked down not wanting to see her facial expression. " What is it? It can't be that bad." She said starting to get frustrated and wanting to go back to sleep. "Well , you know what happend last night.... At the orphanage." He said , his whole body started shaking. Cloe stayed silent , sittting up with her fragile arms wrapping around her knees. "You and me where born on the same date....and my mother had passed with my birth. You're father had asked me to..." He said peaking up to see her face. She kept a straight face but the emotion and confusion krept up within her eyes. " to... Protect you." He had finished his sentence. "How?" Was the only word Cloe said , still keeping a straight face as she felt her haert drop to her feet. "Thru his own blood cells. He injected me with it....so he can track me. He wanted me to protect you from alot of things in this world...." John said looking down to the bed Cloe still kept silent. " mostly from himself."
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AUTHORS NOTE!
hay guys!
I stuggled ALOT completing this chapter , thanks to vincent for giving me ideas thru his story lins i finished it....
Didnt update in like forever! Sory!!
Hope you enjoy the rest of the Story when i write it!
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