You Can Be My Greatest Creature

Prolougue

       Eight-year-old Emily was skipping across a street of London, sliding in the early December ice carrying her new doll in her arms. Her braids slapped her back playfully and she grinned ear to ear minus her two front teeth. She reached the other side and hopped across the sidewalk avoiding cracks and singing, "Step on a crack, break your mum's back. Step on a line, snap your father's spine. Dolly, Mummy's going to be angry, we should go back." With this in mind, Emily turned around and hopped back the other way. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of shadows moving. Her skin prickled and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She whipped around to look at it but there was nothing there. 

       Emily soon forgot this however when she saw a very oddly dressed dandy running at full speed down the middle of the street, dodging cars and yelling, one hand holding on to a dark green top hat. At what, she couldn't tell, but he seemed frantic and the tails of his tattered blue overcoat flapped wildly behind him, giving the effect of an airborne snake chasing him. People stopped and stared at him, irritated, but he didn't seem to care. He just kept going.

A/N:

Hey guys. Thanks for reading if you do even though this is absolute rubbish. And most especially thanks to my very best friends (you know who you are, I love you guys). I apologize for being a crappy writer. If you're gonna hate, leave. Updates will be erratic at best.