London, England 1781
She walked over with a mug filled of a honey brown liquid. "Oh love! How did you know?"
"Well when a handsome man like yourself walks in here he usually only comes for booze or women." She stated.
"Oh well," he leans in a little over the counter. "You ain't so bad yourself."
"Please! I'm not the pretty one in my family."
"I've never seen you're family but I bet your not as bad as you make it sound." He takes a swig of whiskey.
She slightly giggles. "If I tell you my name will you please not tell my father?"
"Sure, but why exactly?" He questioned, taking another swig.
"Well i'm not really suppose to tell to the customers."
"Oh, is that all I am to you?" He persuaded his lips.
"No, that's why i'm telling you my name." She smiled.
"Oh." He nodded, returning a grin.
"Darla." She exclaimed, extending her arm and holding out her hand.
"Fergus." He said, shaking her hand.
"What a lovely name, Fergus." He giggled.
"Darla, darling, please." He rolled him eyes earning a another giggle.
"I still want to know why your here in our small humble town. We don't get many visitors."
"You don't need to know just yet."
"Oh, is that suppose to mean you don't trust me?" She pouts.
"God heavens no. It's just I like to play mysterious. That's all really." He raised an eyebrow as he toke a swig of his drink.
"Oh I like mystery." She propped her elbow on the bar, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.
"I bet you, darling."
A loud bang was heard from the background. "Oh no. I must get going. Meet me behide the tavern after closing?" She questioned and winked.
"Will do, love." He winked back. He watched her run to the back of the tavern, chugging the rest of his whiskey.
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He leaned against the brick wall of the dark alley way. The smell of smoke and rubbage filled his nostrils.
He bowed his head and hid his face in his hat as a pair of Demons walked by. He heard their conversation clear as day. They were mumbling about finding a new King of Hell or something similar.
He was caught up in his thoughts when he heard a familiar female voice. "Hey." She whispered, grabbing his attention. "Why darling, I throught you 'bout bailed on me."
"I would never. Come inside quick before someone sees you." She waved her hand signaling for him to come. "So eager are we?" He smirked and walked inside, slamming the door behide him.
"No, its just... I don't want any one to see you. That's all."
"Sure it is, darling." Before she could say another word, he smashed his lips onto hers.
She moaned instantly at the contact.
As the kiss got more heated he pushed her onto the bed in the corner. Sending her into a giggle fit.
"Shhh.... someone might hear us, darling." He said before connecting their lips again. She didn't argue.
Fergus and Darla made sweet love throughout the night. Their bodies fit together like a puzzle piece. It was pure bliss.
They were caught unfortunately and Fergus was banned from the tavern.
Darla's belly grew over the past few months. She was with child, and more importantly, Fergus' child.
Called a hooker or a slut by all her peers. She hid on a boat that was sailing to America, to start a new life.
Done so with success she reunited with Fergus who was also on the ship as a stowaway.
They tried a happy life in America, but with a baby on the way the road was tough.
Darla grew ill in her third trimester. Without any doctors that were able to help, she passed away right after the birth of their daughter.
Fergus promised to love and cherish her for all eternity. The infant was his new pride and joy.
"You need a name don't you?" He held the small child in his arms, rocking her a bit.
"How about,
Serenity."
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