Winter Getaway - A Storm and Silence Fanfiction

An Alternate Ending

authors note: First of all, we are so so so sorry that this took us so long to write. We both had very hectic schedules for the past few months, and it was nearly impossible to find time to write together. But we managed to finish up the last part to this alternate series. In case you're confused, this is the third installment of the "An Alternate..." series where Lilly and Ambrose's lives take on a different turn of events. For this to make sense you need to have read the chapters, "An Alternate Beginning" and "An Alternate Engagement" and you can find those earlier in this story.  this was written by little__ifrit and me, so this will be on her S&S fanfic as well! We hope everyone had a wonderful (or at least slightly okay) 2016, and this is our gift to you to start 2017. You may notice that the ending seems a little open ended and that's because we decided that if we wanted to continue any parts of this, we would do it separately. But no promises! As usual, main story line and characters belong to RobThier

An Alternate Ending

Lilly's POV

    My eyes did not adjust well to the dark. In fact, my eyes were not adjusting at all, since all I could see around me was pitch black. I tried to move but my body jolted in pain at the coarse rope that tied my hands tightly behind the chair I was sitting on. The air around me was dusty and hard to breathe in, but the uncomfortably warm and damp temperature told me that I was somewhere inside a room.

What happened?

I was trying to propel my brain into remembering what had happened in the last few hours, but everything seemed so hazy and unclear. One moment, I was at a ball with Mr. Ambrose and my family, and the next I was tied down to a chair in some dusty, dark cellar.

"You should probably be freaking out," my inner voice told me.

But for some reason, I wasn't. For some reason, I felt calm, like I knew I could handle whatever situation I was in and whomever brought me here.

I tried hard to concentrate on remembering what had happened, but before I could form a coherent thought I heard the tap, tap, tap of footsteps from what sounded like a hallway outside of the room I was in.

I closed my eyes and prepared to face whoever  was keeping me hostage.  The idiot, he had another thing coming, I was a strong, individual-

The turning of a door knob pulled me from my thoughts. Yanking my eyes open, I looked up to face my kidnapper.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the bright candle light streaming through the now open door.

Light? Strange, the last thing I remember were the chandeliers at the ball, announcing the engagement, and Mr. Ambrose.

The silhouette of a man appeared in the blinding light, I could tell he was tall and strong. Well, stronger than me at least. He spoke, and I recognized his voice before I recognized his shape.

"Hello, Miss Linton."

Lord Dalgliesh. Of course it was him, the memories of the night came flooding back.

"Lord Dalgliesh."

"You're looking well this evening, my dear," he said, a bright smile dawning on his face.

I refused to acknowledge that. Instead I observed him, my eyes now adjusted to the light. He looked mysterious and alluring in the candlelight, I suppose. It was a shame such an attractive man was so evil.