His Last Virgin -A Moriarty Fan Fiction-

Chapter 1

Kindness, it broke me. I was always too nice, too forgiving, I never thought anyone would hurt me.

Till I met a killer; cold blooded, brown eye'd killer.

With a kiss that would make you beg for more.

Silence killed us.
Mercy forgave us.

'Save the virgin.' They yelled, but little did they know that.

The virgin saved herself.

I leaned over the cash register waiting for the young boy in front of me to make up his mind to either choose which type of sweet gum he wanted. I rolled my eyes as he decided cautiously to choose the mint one, a decision a normal human being would have picked ages ago.

"One quid mate." I placed the gum in a small bag before making an exchange with the young boy. He nodded and walked out leaving me to wait for another person to stroll in.

Hours flew by and more people came and left, picking up little things that they needed. I was about to close up when a strange group of men came walking in.

"We're about to close in a few." I silently cursed at the men, who didn't even acknowledge my presence. I began packing up my things when I heard a cough from behind me, my mouth opened slightly as I laid my eyes upon a very handsome fellow, a bit older than I was in a fitted dark grey suit. "I... Uh, yes sir?" I asked looking that silent stranger, his facial hair was visible but not to overdone. "If you could choose what flavor gum would you decide?" He asked me in a thick Irish accent, I bent over the counter to look at all the gum flavor's I picked my three favorites and set them on the counter for him to observe.

"Hmm... I'll try them all." He smiled at me, his big brown eyes lighting up as we made eye contact. "I'm James, nice to meet you..." He looked down at my name tag, "Ramona." He put out his hand; I gladly took it, taken aback at his cheerful attitude. He smiled brightly, as I handed him the bag of gum, "I was wondering, but maybe we could hang out sometime?" He pressed his body against the counter, pulling out his card and handed it to me winking. I nodded, " Maybe." I mumbled

"Tah Tah Kitten." He walked out with his entourage following closely. My breath hitched in my throat as I observed the card.

James Moriarty. Consulting Criminal?

I walked out of the shop, making sure I locked before walking home. The night was dark but London always had an eerie glow about it. My apartment wasn't so far away, and I always walked to my apartment alone but tonight I felt as though someone was watching me.

I looked around; nothing was there just my imagination. I kept walking till I heard feet shuffle from behind me.

I walked a bit faster, so did the perpetrator. I ran towards my apartment complex, terrified that tonight might be the last night that I walked home. "Wait!" I heard a familiar Irish voice behind me, I stopped turning around to see James still running, accidently crashing into me.

I began to tumble down but he grabbed my arm pulling me up into his arms. I pushed him away still terrified that he was following, I looked at him skeptically his eyes looking at me up and down. "I wanted to walk you home; I mean a beautiful girl like you should not at all be walking alone." He shyly stated rubbing the back of his neck looking down at his shoes. He changed his clothes, he was wearing jeans and a dulled out yellow shirt that made him look rather more attractive than that fitted suit.

"Thanks but I'm fine on my own, mate." I shot him down, not that the idea of him walking me home wasn't cute because don't get me wrong it was but it wasn't my thing.