Annie Simones brushed and combed her hair-making sure it was perfect. She put them in curlers, and tied her bathrobe up tightly. She hurried to her wardrobe, pondering over what to wear. She had a date with Mr. R Clarke-the most handsome and rich suitor in town. They had been dating for a while now, and he had asked her on a ‘very special date, but come alone, I have an important question for you.’
Settling on a soft white silk dress with lace, she undid the curlers that imprisoned her deep auburn hair and untied the purple bathrobe, revealing a slim body. She slipped on some silk slippers, tied a pearl necklace around her neck and left. To finish the look, she popped on a white floral head piece and some eggshell gloves.
Feeling excited, she rushed to the horse-drawn carriage, and gave the address to the driver. After twenty minutes of driving the driver finally pulled up to Sixth Street, the upper district and helped Annie out. She gave him her fare and a peck on the cheek, for she was in a great mood.
The nigger driver was obviously pleased and delighted that such a lady would honour him. Shaking his head as if to come out of a dream, he got into the carriage and pulled away.
Annie’s young, pretty face glowed with pleasure and she hummed a new song that she had heard in the Opera last week as she thought how happy her best friend and cousin, Rita would be for her. She didn’t notice the forlorn figure stalking behind her. Or that the oil lamps that illuminated the streets had unnaturally all gone out, even though there was no gust that night.
She only noticed the looming figure in front of her, in a dashing black coat and top hat.
‘Clarke? Is that you?’ Annie questioned taking a step forward. ‘Clarkey?’
The man turned around, revealing a handsome face and defined features. He plastered a smile on his face; much alike to a crocodile’s before the kill. He strode toward her. He embraced her and quietly asked her in her ear if she was alone.
After getting a satisfactory answer, he knelt down on one knee and pulled out a package from inside his coat.
A smile played on Annie’s lips as she knew what the question was going to be.
‘YES!!!’ She pulled him up to her height and practically half screamed half whispered.
Once again that crocodile smile found itself onto Clarkes’s lips. As he pulled Annie into a tight embrace once again, the last thing Annie heard was;
‘I’m glad you complied. Sorry-but good night.’
For the package was not a ring, but a knife that he had driven into her neck.
There you go; I really hoped you liked it. My knowledge on that period of time is limited, so if there’s any errors, just let me know, and I’ll fix them. Any constructive criticism is appreciated, and so are votes, and comments! (Hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink!) Lol. And anyone who makes a banner or book cover will get a dedication to them, and will be appreciated. And also a MASSIVE thanks to laughingtides97, because she made the awesome book cover, coz despite the saying, most people DO judge a book by its cover!
|Olivia Wilde||as Rita|
|Jake Gyllenhaal||as Ripley|
|Milla Jovovich||as Daneikka|
|Christian Bale||as Pa (Richard)|
|Raquel Welch||as Irene|
|Patrick Dempsey||as Uncle Richard|
|Kristen Stewart||as Aunty Sophia|
|Ian McKellen||as Cheif Of Police (Harry)|
|Marcus Guinane||as James|