If You Can't Ride A Horse, Ilene Maloney [books like beach read .TXT] 📗

CHAPTER ONE

The lights in the room grew dull as the chatter of people continued. Behind these masks were every day people, but now their at the black market. Eostre Mclahvon was next in line for being sold.

Her dress bundled up to her knees, wrist tied behind her back, cloth enwrapping her mouth, stuck in a giant bird cage. She did all of this for the Queen. This was a random responsibility she took on. Different? yes. Extreme? yes. London’s guard dog? Yes.

Above her were clatter feet from the party, which she was once at. Raven her butler waited in the shadows for her single to come out and get her out of this nut-jobs house…. A sudden clapping noise came from behind her. Eostre’s body still relaxed, waiting patiently for the criminal known as Jack The Ripper to come out. Or so he was..

Her gaze went upon to the tall slender blonde man in a navy blue suit standing right beside her. His name was, Jeydon Lafronce. A French immigrant, working for the black market, selling women organs, also a doctor. He was the perfect suspect for this murderer of England.

The crowd grew quiet as Lafronce began to speak, “This beautiful young lady is at the age of 13 and is the heir to the Mclahvon toy company. She would be a nice collection to a man’s brothel, perfect organ donor, or you can have her breast by simply paying extra. The surgery would be done by me of course.”
Murmurs fill the large room, deciding how much they would pay, or what they want. As Lafronce continued…
“ Her unique beauty can melt anyone’s heart. For a girl her age, she still has that priceless baby face, perfect light hazel eyes, and rich auburn hair that anyone would love to have. Like a perfect doll I must say.”
“100shillings!” some man yelled.

“300 shillings if you scalp her. All I want is
that hair of hers!”

‘ Greedy selfish morons. And they call themselves English..' They’re acting like barbarians!’ Eostre raged on in thought.

“Let me see her teeth!” extorted
a man’s voice.

Lafronce opened the cage door and took the gag off of her. He pulled her up rather violently by her hair. This was pissing Eostre off now. NO respect her women. So pathetic…

“What are you waiting for! Kill them!” Eostre shouted and looked over the room to see confused faces.

The candles that lit the room blew out just for a moment then came back in full bloom. Now the room is filled with dead sinners. Her eyes laid upon Raven, with not a single drop of blood in him. His uniform stayed nice and tighty, just as a butler should look like.

“forgive me for being late young mistress.” Raven apologized while untying her hands for the damned rope.

“Its fine. Now just get me home. I’m rather tired after this long hideous day.” she commended.

“as you wish…”

Raven escorted her up the secrete passage way that had lead her to the market room. He opened the doors for her in a quickened manner when they reached he top of the stairs.

“It’s not wise to rush a lady.”

“forgive me young mistress but we have to quicken our pace. I’m afraid a reaper is coming rather quickly, so we cannot be in the middle of his job…”

Mclahvon let out a weak sigh as she picked up the bottom of the dress, toddled up the stairs faster. As she was stepping through the door way, a brisk breeze came upon her back. She looked behind her to see a black cloaked figure stepping through the crowd of people, looking at them rather closely. The reaper had turned around to see Mclahvon. The red eyed demon stared at her like she was the perfect soul to take. Mclahvon stood there frozen with curiosity. The reaper took two steps and then…. BAM! The door slammed shut. Now she was staring at a wooden door, not the lustful eyes of a reaper.

“young mistress, I prefer that we leave immediately.!” urgency filled Raven’s command. Raven did not deserve a reply. No one tells a Mclahvon or any master what to do!

Eostre walked passed Raven with arrogance. She pushed the next set of doors open by herself to let her into the purple bedroom were Lafronce had made her unconscious. Disgusting memories filled her head……

Lafronce had brought her into a purple room. The walls are a deep violet color, the furniture and curtains are lavender. A perfect color combo I might say. The dark colors contrasted the light ones. The surroundings were quiet comfortable. It made you relax so much that it felt like you were on cloud nine……

Mclahvon eyes began to droop, her mind began to cloud up with a haze, as she inhaled the scent of lilies that had perfumed the air of the room. Her heart rate began to slow down just a tad bit, but enough to make her sense calm down, and forget about her mission of why she was here.

A slight ’CLICK’ went of behind her. Lafronce shut the door behind him, tensing the air…. Mclahvon turned around to be face to face with Lafronce, who had a wicked smile on his face.

“You look beautiful tonight, Mclahvon…” Lafronce moaned as he ran his fingers up and down the spine of Eostre’s dress.

Her body had gone numb but her head was starting to clear up.

“no…” she groaned very weakly.

“excuse me miss?

“what did you put in the perfume? Snuff?”

“you’re a smart one aren’t you? Too bad I can’t keep you for myself… You’d make a perfect bride…..”

“sorry to disappoint you sir, but I’m already engaged.. Ever since I was seven….” Mclahvon was becoming weak, everything grew darker then……………Nothing.

A cold had came to Mclahvon’s shoulder startling her. She knew it was Raven, but she was a thick daze….

“Young mistress we must get moving …..”

“Raven?”

“Yes?”

“can you carry me?”

“As you wish ml’lady…”

Raven scooped Eostre in his arms and carried her down the hall way.
The candled lit hallway was very quiet, it had a very uneasy aura. The smell of scented candles became weaker as Raven walked between them with his sleeping young mistress in is arms.

Mclahvon’s nose twitched a little bit making her face tense up, then it relaxed again. Raven smiled at this and thought about how she grew up so fast. But she wasn’t the same girl as she was 4 years ago. She was always told to have a stronger outer shell. She couldn’t keep on crying if someone had made fun of her. Now, she won’t even smile, laugh, or even talk sometimes. Her parents wanted anything but this. Now she needs to brake her shell or stay a stone. Honestly, its her choice, but she needs the right motivation…..

The candles started to flicker more than usual. A heavy gust of wind came from behind them.

“hmmm. A Amarok as a butler. You don’t see that everyday….” a female voice giggled from behind
.
“As for you miss. I’ve never seen a reaper doing a murderer’s job….”

“Excuse me? I’m a gentleman-” the reaper couldn’t finish his sentence because Raven began to speak.
“No… You’re a reaper. A demon who steals souls. Not a gentleman. Oh, and before I leave here’s 5 pents. Buy some cigars, so you can actually sound like a demon…” Raven tossed the coins behind him.

Text: I made this book. No, I did NOT plagiarizer!
Publication Date: 06-26-2011

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