The Unexpected (Moriarty Fan fiction)
Ella Richards was a seemingly ordinary girl. She had a job. A house. Money. Yet...she was lonely.
When she finds something of unknown importance, Ella is sent into a world of utter chaos. New figures appear, seeking her out, the boss being a murderous pyschopath. But...could she possibly be falling for the criminal? Or does she really just despise him that much...
"Miss Richards," he said without the smallest glance. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Mr. Moriarty," I replied, stuttering slightly.
A low chuckle emitted from the criminal's throat.
"I like that," he exclaimed sitting up. "Mr. Moriarty," he then added with a twirling gesture in the air, never once making eye contact as he strode over. His body was now so close to mine I could feel the warmth emitting from it. I shook in my spot and gulped as he looked up, straight into my eyes, as if searching in my soul with his own chocolate brown ones. "Has a nice ring to it." He then turned away. I let out a sigh that I didn't know I was holding.
"W-why are you here?" A sweat formed on my brow and I watched fearfully as he picked up a letter opened on my side table, twirling it in his hands.
"You know exactly why I'm here, Miss Richards," he continued, setting down the opener. I shuffled around a little and stared at my feet.
"Remind me," I muttered.
"There are few people in this world that can get to me." He turned and walked back over, yet again not making eye contact. I closed my eyes as he circled me. The slow footsteps ended at my right shoulder. A slow, warm breath appeared across my neck yet again as I felt a presence by my ear. "You're not one of them," he whispered, then walked away again.
A tingling sensation ran up and down my body like an electrical shock. All the hairs on my arms stood up along with those on the back of my neck. The question is. Why?
Not all in 1st person
From Chapter 6: Unanswered Questions
Rated Mature for language and violence