These are FanFiction stories for Will & Tessa, short stories of moments during their marriage, showcasing their love.
These stories I write are FanFiction only and are NOT snippets or excerpts from any books or stories. These stories are simply me...
{This is Part 1 of a 4 part little story for Will and Tessa called Captured}
Will Herondale sometimes tended to the horses in the stable even though they were well managed.
It had a calming effect brushing down and feeding each horse, and the routine kept his mind devoid of worry and duty if only for a while.
His wife and son were out for the day; an excursion through London with Charlotte. The Institute, however spacious and grand, could at times be stifling and Tessa liked to take James out for some fresh air and a glimpse of sun if it wasn't raining.
Tessa had kissed Will goodbye, and Will had brushed his son's silk curls gently, "Take care of your mother." He'd said to James.
And the baby had smiled as if he understood.
"**Bachgen da, James."
Will had used the time alone to feed and water the horses.
Now he was brushing the neck of the horse that he usually rode when he heard the screams from a distance.
Will raised his head at the sound as the horse shifted nervously. The screams came again and he distinctly heard, "Help!" carried in the wind.
He hesitated for a beat, then he mounted the horse swiftly, his Shadowhunter instincts kicking in, and he rode out towards the sound of the cries.
The sounds led him into the woods behind a deserted park. The trees were sparse and the vicinity seemed removed from London, the air stale and heavy.
Will looked around.
"Help, please..."
He followed the sounds and found a woman in a crumpled heap on the ground. Will swept the area with his sharp blue eyes but she appeared to be all-alone. His horse tossed its head and moved side to side nervously and Will patted its neck.
"*Mae'n iawn." He said softly to it.
"Thank goodness..." The woman swept her pale blonde hair from her eyes. "Sir..."
Will dismounted his horse and went to her, "Are you alright? I thought..."
"I fell and I think I've twisted my ankle." She winced. "Just help me up, please. I think I can manage if I'm on my feet."
Will hesitated. His Marks seemed to prickle... He stared down at her, her gown fanned out around her like a pool of purple, her eyes reflected her distress and he never liked to see anyone in distress.
Will extended his hand to help her up and the woman grasped it aggressively. She dug her nails into his palm and with narrowed eyes she hissed, "You should stop making it a habit of saving people, angel."
"What?" Will felt a sharp pain go through his arm and he drew back in shock.
On the back of his hand a mark as black as night snaked around his wrist coiling itself up to his elbow. "What is this?" He demanded. The pain was excruciating and unlike anything he'd ever endured.
The woman stood up slowly and smiled, and her teeth were sharp like a cat. "Now you're mine, beautiful one."
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Will's horse
{**Bachgen da, Welsh for 'good boy' and is what Will says to James when they part}
{*Mae'n iawn, is Welsh for 'be still' and is what Will says to his nervous horse}
