the White stranger

chapter two: 6th April, 1873

Marge woke up earlier in the morning then she usually did. The sun hasn't even risen yet and the moon wasn't vivible anymore.

When she woke up, she first thought that yesterday was just a dream but as soon as she saw the two cups that were still standing in the livingroom she rememberd.

She rememberd everything. The white strager, Arthur, he would come and pick her up today. If she said yes.

She sure would say yes to him, but she didn't know him. He was a stranger. He watched her and he knew what she was, a flower nymph. Like her mother was before her.

It sure would be saver, if she went with him. She didn't wanted the things that happend to her mom to happen to her. Arthur wouldn't let that happen, right? He said he would protect her, at all costs.

But still, she coulnd't just leave with a stranger. That, no, that surely wouldn't work. Or, would it?

She went into the kitchen to make breakfast, a slice of bread with marmelade. It would be enough.

She took her plate and sat down on her favorite spot, the little beautifil flower themed chair on the balkony. She could watch over London and let her thoughts flow.

Did Arthur know her mother? Does he know, what happend to her and who did that? And if he did, would he tell her?

Or, did he- no. She couldn't even end that thought. He wouldn't do that. Why would he want to protect her, then? Was it a trap?

But it didn't feel like one. She could feel that she could trust him. She could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes and feel it with her whole body.

It was a talent of hers, she was born with it. She could fee when someone was worth of trust and when someone wasn't. She didn't put much trust in that talent since her mother died. She felt guilty for her death because she didn't warn her.

But she didn't feel anything that day. She thought that she could trust these people. They said that her mother was in danger and sick, but they lied.

Her mother was perfectly fine, healthy and young. She didn't deserve to go through all of these things.

Sometimes, when her thoughts were flying far away and into the past, she could hear her mother scream out in pain and yelling at her to run somewhere safe. Far away from these people.

She heard them laugh. It was an evil, loud and agressive laugh. It still scared her and woke her up after a nightmare.

She heard them shout at each other to catch her. To catch the little blond girl.

She heard their loud footsteps running after her, hunting her through the building, the forest and in her dreams. Her mother slowly dieing in the back.

She ran as fast as she could, the flowers in the forest made her faster. They gave her something to fight for. She ran and she ran, as long as her legs could take her.

But then, she fell. She fell over a tree that was hit by a lighting and now lying on the ground. She fell in the dirt. Her hunter shortly after her. As they reached her, aproaching her from above, her heart was beating fast, faster than a werewolf, thursty for blood.

"You stupid idiot!", a male voice ripped her out of her memories.

She took a deep breath to calm her pulse, took a sip from her tea.

She would go with Arthur. She trusted him, and she was sure that he would protect her.

That little piece of hope gave her energy. She got up and got dressed. She needed a pretty dress, but one she could still move in.