Chapter Two
I knew there was something wrong before anything wrong even happened. There were so many things I should have done. But should and did were two very different things. I should have run and screamed. I should have fought and tried to win. I did – neither of those. Damn you Mercy, you should have done many things, but many things I did not do.

Nathaniel had to leave, apparently their defenced were weakening. I didn’t care to be honest; I just wanted my best friend next to me. I at that moment needed my best friend next to me. I was on my own, sat on the balcony.

“Happy birthday to me…” I sighed, the words drawn and slurred. I shut my eyes. My fingers fumbling around the presents layed out beside me. Why do I need the riches of the world? What can they do for me? They don’t make me happy.

I was always selcouth and conspicuous. Obscure maybe, perhaps. I enjoy baffling people with my own verbiage…

He was there. Watching me. It hit me like a wave of shadows; it clouded my mind and clouded my judgement. In the moment I felt consumed by this fear. I should have run.

I felt his arm wrap around my waist and my heart lurched at his icy cold touch. The fear was boiling inside of me. I tried to scream when a hand clamped around my mouth. I wriggled around, I even tried to scream again but something inside of me forced me to calm down. Even if my heart was racing and my mind was screaming at me, I calmed down. I stopped moving.

“That’s good girly,” His voice rang in my voice and replayed itself. His voice was crisp and deep. I swear I could smell the danger emanating across from him. I sat silently as his grip began to loosen. “Right girly,” His hand slipped away from my mouth but his arm remained pulled across my waist. “I’m going to take you some…”

Then the pleading began. Never had I pleaded in my life. Never had I planned to. Were I in his position I would push him to the floor until he begged for mercy twice. I wasn’t in his position, I was in mine. I should be in his.

“Not now…” I whimpered. “Not now…” I whispered.

“When then, Girly? When?” I saw him for the first time. Mismatched silver and gold eyes placed across the palest face I could ever possibly imagine.

“Not now…” I repeated.

“When then? Four years’ time when you’re twenty one, then?” He laughed, and he laughed at me.

“Yes… please.” Tears threatened to fall and stain my face. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

He stopped. I felt myself calm down. Then he kissed me. The tears fell and stained my face. My heart left me. Then he pulled back. I imagined butterflies in my stomach, like people said right? Then I felt it. They weren’t butterflies. They were birds. Attacking very inch of me. I felt myself being pulled apart. Being ripped apart.

It came at me like daggers spindling, slicing through my body. I had been shot down, and trampled on. I died right there and came back as a ghost. My mind and body was on fire, I reeled, and I felt so dizzy. I am ready to be taken right here right now. Take me. Kill me now.

“Fine,” He hissed. “But don’t think I’ll forget, because I won’t.”


Dear Evangeline Cobalt,

I’m sorry there’s been a slight delay in plans. A delay of four years it would seem. Obsidian went and then came back telling me he was giving her another four years. I argued with him to just take her now but he kissed her. Sealed the promise with a kiss! I don’t know what goes on in his head. But there’s nothing we can do for the moment, maybe in four years, eh?

Cain Mordecai,

Chapter Three

I don’t know how long I sat there, crying into Nathaniel’s shoulder. I daren’t tell father or my stepmother. It would cause far too much commotion and unwanted attention. I felt Nathaniel’s hand floating across my hair.

“He kissed me,” I sniffled, stuttering the words out. “W-w-why did he do that?”

Nathaniel stopped and tensed.

“Naddy,” I said teasingly, prodding him in the side.

“It’s just sealing the deal, something pirates do.” He muttered into my ear.

As soon as his voice reached my mind. I shuddered and jerked upwards. “There are pirates here?” My voice was croaky and my eyes blotchy from crying. “That’s what he is?”

“Yes,”

Pirates. I just made a deal with a pirate. To allow him to take me on my twenty first birthday. Wow.

“They won’t come after you, you know.” He assured me.

I stayed silent.

“And if they do? I’m coming with you.”

I uttered a small thank you. I didn’t hear it and I don’t think he did.

“I should report to your father.” He made a move to stand up.

“NO!” I screamed, clinging on to his shirt, the disparity ringing out in my voice.

He sighed and sat down beside me. “Of course, I should stay here with you. I doubt your father knowing will be much use to us at all.” He took my hand in his. “Does he know who you are?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t call me by my name. But why else would he come after me. It has to be a power play with my father.” My voice was still shaky.

“Then why wait four years?”

“I don’t know.” I broke down in tears again, just when I was starting to feel better. I should not cry. But I did.

Four Years Later.
A Pirate’s Promise.

















Chapter Four

Walk of shame. That’s what they called it, right? I certainly felt shamed. I wrapped my coat as tightly as possible around my frozen body; the thin and crisp material barely reaching my knees, only hanging just below my dress. I had been out all night. I was taking my walk of shame at six o clock in the morning.

This was London, so even because of the peculiar time people were still up and about - and staring. They stared at me. They had all seen it before, the drunken teenager, the blonde with the short dress. But still they stared.

So, now there was a brunette with bright blue eyes in an extremely provocative dress wandering around London at night. Morning. Whatever. Mercy Cobalt you damn idiot.

I thought of home. Home. Just the very thought of it comforted my mind. I imagined crackling fires and roast dinners. I can remember the rain gently tapping and rolling down the window as I sat and watched TV with my border collie Lassie. I’d be home alone, I usually was. I would only be greeted by my stepmother and my father who would be drowned in work and business meetings. We don’t talk about mother, ever. Father doesn’t want to. I don’t want to. There was no argument in that case. I try not to think of her. Would you think of your mother if she was killed, and killed was being delicate? Indelicate? She was murdered.

Then once again the thoughts of home swarmed my mind. I felt warm. Then reality hit me, home was three long and cold miles away. And once again, I felt very cold.

I sat down on a wooden bench.

In Memory of Elizabeth Benjamin

1956 – 2004

Death is just so intimidating isn’t it? I kicked of my heels, the heavy shoes landing about a meter away, and curled my feet around. I just needed to stop, just for one moment. I don’t know why. I wasn’t tired, I was just cold. And I only wanted to sit down for a short while.

It was quiet now. Eerie. In a sinister way. The last people that wandered this barren street had just dipped round a corner. Now I was alone. I was just scaring myself . I know that. Imagining the dark figures that meandered throughout London. The psychos and criminals. Sudden thoughts of the notorious jack the ripper filled my mind and I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

“That’s it!” I screeched. Making a lot more noise than I hoped so. A part of me, a stupid part of me hoping this was a way of scaring of the monsters. I bent down, my pale fingers reaching out towards my shoes. My bare feet on the dirty concrete ground, sending shivers up my spine.

Something moved. I swear something moved. It was a blur, a shadow? Just a trick of the light? It – was? Wasn’t it? That’s when I knew I should have run at that point. I knew I needed to run. But I didn’t. I stayed still, bent over, my hands just touching my shoes. Oh hell I should have run.

“Hello, Girly.”



Dear Evangeline Cobalt,

We have got here now. I am assuring you that we have. In fact it was easier than we thought it was even if it did take an extra four years. Years and years of planning but only ten minutes to take her.

Cain Mordecai,

Chapter Five

I had crossed my legs and propped myself up on my elbows. The only reason I sat like this was because I enjoyed watching writher around squished.

If I was going to die I want to at the very least annoy him, and at the most throttle him.

The silence was murdering me. I felt – scared. And in a weird way nervous. I had pterodactyls in my stomach today.

I couldn’t help but clutch on to my stomach, imagining them in there. I felt sick. And almost as if he read my mind…

“Feeling a bit dizzy?” He asked sweetly.

“Sick actually.” I said colouring my words with venom and showering it in disgust.

“Do you not like my carridge?” He said. Oh, that psychopath. Now the least I can do is strangle him.

“No actually, it’s you” I spat.

He laughed, amused. Chuckled.

“Are you laughing?” I snarled. Actually snarled.

“Why are you joking?” He sniggered.

“Am I joking? No I am not! You have just ripped me away from my father, snatched me from London! And you think I am joking? I am damn well serious! So don’t you dare play with me because I’m serious!”

He just looked straight ahead. His face showed no expression whatsoever. “So am I.” He replied finally.

His profile was pale, unnaturally pale. His eyes were dull. Glassy but somehow – empty? I don’t know. I’m not sure.

“I think you have some explaining to do.” I demanded. It was the least he could do.

“You’ll see, Girly, just wait.” He got out and offered me his hand. We were here.

“No way, mate no way.” I stepped out of the car. Wait let me rephrase that. I fell out of the car, managing to look like an idiot to the man who just offered me help getting out of the car.

Once again he offered me his hand. Nope, I will never…

The most embarrassing moment of my life, where in the process of climbing up, I slipped again.

His hand was still there, and I could take it. Either way I was probably going to lose a piece of my pride. I took his hand. I am forever going to regret that I can say that now.

“Oh my gosh!” I muttered, to no one in particular.

“Like it?” He said gesturing smugly to the ship. With dark wood walls in its might and splendid.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Anything more constructive to add?” He smirked. Oh, he thought he was amazing.

“Oh my gosh,” I said flicking my hair like a model. I thought it would be so much bigger!” I put my head my hand on my left hip and leaned on my right leg.

“Mercy!” I could recognise that anywhere…

“Naddy!” I screamed, we both hugged one another till we squeezed the life out of each other. Then we held hands and started jumping round and round in circles.

“I told you I’d be here with you.”

I screamed, quite literally so.

Then suddenly hands found their way round my body and I was being pulled on board.




Dear Evangeline Cobalt,

I trust your ride isn’t too uncomfortable. I would very much appreciate it if you could come at your earliest convenience, I don’t think Obsidian is handling the idea of having a woman on board very well, no offence meant.

Cain Mordecai,

Chapter Six

The boat creaked from side to side and the waves lapped gently against it. I began to find it so comforting, so nurturing. In the split second I had been awake I felt accustomed to a different way of life already. The shouts of the men on board were sturdy and rythmatic, all too comforting.

I felt scared and threatened. But I had definitely leapt across from the balcony this time. Three times I had felt his gaze on me already and now for the fourth time I could easily recognise him. All I had to do was c*** my head around…

“Great you’re awake!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up and down. He was dressed in; simplicity has been enforced in this sentence, rags. There was no other way to describe this man and his beastly nature and uncharming visits. But that wasn’t the man I had found.

“I am Cain, not my brother. The person you know is Obsidian Mordicai” He smiled at me. “We have someone to see you…” The two of them were identical, apart from Cain had two silver eyes whereas Obsidian had one silver and one gold.

I scrambled up from the floor.

“Father,”

“No, your mother actually. See you are like us…”

“My mother is dead…” I managed, the words barely escaping my mouth.

“Your mother is a pirate…”

“Where?” I muttered. Just tell me, and please just tell me. I would say that. But I would not beg again.

“You belong with us…” He assured me. His voice warm and soothing.

“Where…”

“I am here.”