Love Is A Bleeding Heart (Grell x Oc Fanfic)

The First Meeting (Chapter 1)

    It was a normal day down in the small town of England. Citizens who look gloomy roam the streets. Some men linked arms with their woman as others are lonely. Kids laugh and run up and down the street as some are helping with fishermen. It was the afternoon, most are up but one was not. This person was sprawled out in their bed. A woman who has long beautiful black hair and curves any men would love to grab. She was like a real life succubus, but she was human. She snores quietly before suddenly remembering she should be up by now. Her eyes open in a flash and she sits up. She jumps out of her bed but before she can land on her feet, she soon realizes the blanket was somehow wrapped around her foot like someone purposely done that. She trips in her blanket and falls flat on her face. She groans in pain as she slowly stands up onto her two feet. No blood oozed out but just a painful spot pounds on her forehead. She puts her hand over it and carefully walks out of her room in agony. She clench her teeth and hisses in pain, walking down the stairs to the kitchen to whip up herself some breakfast. She glances out the window that reveals the busy streets, seeing the people looking bright and happy. She rolls her eyes as she knew no one could be that happy.

   The woman finishes her breakfast and gets ready in a flash. She wears a dress that was high up on one leg as the other side was blue and white, frilly, with layers. A dress fit for a fancy woman; the dress has a designed cloth tied and pinned on one side as it flows down with the dress on the other side. It was strapless with a criss cross with frilly white cloth on her chest as for she has lacey, white gloves reaching down to her elbows with a hat to go with her pinned up hair. She was absolutely beautiful. She steps out of her door and fixes her dress around a bit before inhaling deeply, starting to walk. People were instantly caught by her radiant beauty, some men stares at her breasts since they were revealing. The taken men kept their eyes away because if not, they would get a slap from their women. A young child runs up behind her and tugs on the back of her dress. The woman turns around and looks down. The child stares up at her. "Miss. I just wanted to say, that-that you're pretty!" The child's smile and cheery voice melted her heart. The woman smiles back down at the child. "Why, thank you." She said. Her voice was mature yet sweet. The child giggles and runs off. She g the child run off as her smile turns into a grin, waking goodbye.

   As she walks, a man walks up to her. He is wearing a suit accompanied by a top hat to match. He takes his hat off and bows to her. He stands. "Good afternoon madam." He said to her. The man puts his hat upon his head once again. "My name is John McCain. And you are?" He asks. "My name is Aya Oxe. A pleasure to meet you." She smiles. "Oh, the pleasure is all mine Miss Oxe." He said with a light chuckle and a sparkle in his dark eyes. She was caught off guard, and her cheeks was coloured with a light, faded pink. She clears her throat. "Well..I'll see you around, Mister McCain." She said. Aya walks past him and down the street, brushing a few strands of loose hair away from her face and behind her ear. The man watches her leave then starts walking the opposite way. Aya kept his face in her mind. His strong chin, his dark eyes, his..everything. She was not in love for she has little interest in him. He was just handsome, that's all. She sighs gently as she kept walking with no destination in mind; just a simple walk. She starts to hum gently. People walk by her calmly with no expression, some still watching her bottom sway side to side with every step. She didn't mind one bit.