A.N. This is one of the many adventures of a character you all may come to be familiar with in the near future. She will take place in many stories and may have a new name but she will be common and hopefully loved by many for her character and her adventures. This is OC x Hessien, fair warning.

Also, please be warned that this story is for mature audiences.

I own no character from the story nor the story itself.

And, I will try to add on and Update as much as I can.

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-OtakuNinja-Chan

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I gazed out the muddy window of my father's old beat up Chevy pickup, the slight hint of the autumn leaves' scent drifting through the air vents. I enjoyed the scent of wet leaves. The familiarity and comfort made the reality that I lived in less harsh, bringing back memories from my once happy childhood. The birthdays, the spooky decorations, and best of all, Halloween. The thoughts of Halloween made me smile a bit, but not for very long. I slumped back in my seat and deeply sighed as I remembered where I was; far, far, far away from home.

My father was a trucker and traveled a lot. Many times, I could remember, my not so little brother and I going along on these rides. It honestly was fun back then, seeing the wide open country and spending time with my family. But, now it's just agitating. This is of course being because I was almost eighteen and my brother, whom is taller than me, was just getting into his teen years.

We fought often so to say. So, being cooped up in my father's worn vehicle for three days was a little strenuous. What made it worse was the fact that at the end of this trip, there was no going home. No. This wasn't a normal trip. Why? Because all of our belongings were tied down in the bed of the pick-up truck.

WE. WERE. MOVING.

Which, by the way, sucked. I had just got a fantastic job that payed me GREAT and had nearly every guy in town drooling at my feet...

Not true~... Okay, Maybe not every guy in town, but I was pretty good looking. Not to be vain. Clear pale ivory skin, with a few freckles, big (too big in my opinion) green eyes, very short dirty blonde hair, a slender body, and a bust of 32-C(rather proud of it). Also, sadly, I was short...ugh...I'm five foot five with tiny ass feet. I feel so small!My weight was even puny, only a hundred and thirty pounds! I was a beanpole! It was rather embarrassing. Your'e probably thinking 'Embarrassing?'. Yeah, I know. But, my size is only due to how I grew up.

I wasn't what you would call "Rich". No, I was poor. Barely, had food on the table at times and it followed me where ever I went, even while moving and just before. But, you learn to live with it. It could be worse...That's a motto of mine. It got me through a lot; those little words. It helped more than I thought it would. Especially when I was living with my mother. But, she's out of the picture so let's leave it at that.

POPSSSSSSH...

The pick-up made a sudden fall, causing my heart to skip a beat. My dad quickly stopped the truck on the side of the road and stepped out. I could tell by the way his face was turning red that we had lost the front left tire.

"Shit." he groaned, "Oh, this is just...DAMN!"

He rubbed his hands through his thinning head of hair. This wasn't good. We didn't have another tire nor the money to hire a tow truck to come help us. Plus, we were a few miles from the nearest town. So yeah, we were screwed.

I chewed on my cheek and pondered what I could do to lighten the mood a bit. I could crack a joke! I leaned forward from the back seat so that I could be heard outside . "Too bad we left home before I could get my girls rounded up."I said,"Who needs horse power when we could have WHORES power?" My dad then doubled over laughing. He loved my pimp jokes"We could sit on the roof of the truck with them tied to the grill and crack a whip on'em like a team of horses...well whores. They wouldn't mind either, they're used to it." I added. That scarecrow of a man's face was redder than when he was mad. "Stop sis!" he laughed out as he gripped his sides, trying to catch his breath. The jokes were cheesy and cruel but he found them funnier than Hell. I smiled knowing I made my family happy. It helped out with their own stress as well as mine.

"Hey, look" My brother then said as he flicked his head towards the road behind us. I poked my head out the driver's side window to see what he saw. A bulky ass dodge truck came speeding our way. I decided to climb out onto the roof of the pick-up to get a better look. The truck was silver and from what I could tell held three passengers. All dudes. I groaned in distaste. A girl had to do what a girl had to do.

I jumped off the roof with a surprisingly successful landing(I usually fell on my ass) I faked a pouty face and stretched, popping out my hip in an alluring pose, especially in my black skirt. I bit my pinky finger and swayed side to side as I watched my father examine the popped tire. I hated doing this when we needed help in these situations. I felt so damn gross.

"Hey, you need help?" a voice called.

I turned around to see the three men all leaning out the nearest windows towards us. I smiled sweetly. "Dad." I said, nudging his side with my knee. He turned about and stood."Howdy," he greeted them "Don't suppose ya'll have a tow rope."

Their little conversation soon ended and I found myself back in my seat, feeling gross and freaked. One of those guys just really weirded me out. BLECH. He wasn't bad looking, but the way he kept looking at my legs and rubbing his thigh just creeped me the fuck out, But, that's the price you pay trying to get a truck of perverts to help you out I guess.

At least I still had my pride. I mean, I knew I was a good kid and didn't do this crap for the Hell of it. If I did, I would have beaten myself up for it like I do on other things. (No one else gave me scoldings when I needed it so I did it myself...I can be too good at it sometimes)...

Anywhoodle, I pulled my baby blue sweater tighter around my shivering form, trying to protect myself from the chilling nip of the air and the gaze of the strangers that were helping us. But, it being our family luck, the men that just happen to be pulling our pick-up were heading just to where we were. FUCK!

"Oh, you don't say!" exclaimed the driver as he pulled out a thickly woven rope from under the back seat of his own vehicle. "We were just heading back there!" He and his buddies supposedly live in the general area and were returning from a hunting trip.

"Oh, the town's 'ril pretty this tim'a yir." stated the one guy that gave me the full on heeby jeebies. "Y'know, I could show ya'll 'round sim time, if'a like."

Now, not only am I moving away from my little world of comfort, I was going to live where me neighbors talk like my distant frickin' relatives! It was freaky enough that he had the family country accent, but he told me about five time that I remind him of his cousin in law. I mean, DAMN dude!

"So, how long 'til we get there?" My brother asked as he stuffed a chocolate donut into his black hole of a mouth. "It'll be," my father began as he snagged the bag of donuts away, much to my brother's disliking. "An hour or so." I rubbed my eyes vigorously with a yawn. "About time." I added as I shook myself awake. "I'm tired as Hell."They both hummed in agreement. The sun had nearly set and the wind was growing stronger, the loud howling beckoning clusters of dark clouds to form. It was pretty spooky, but I liked spooky. My imagination then began to wonder to the thoughts of werewolves, and goblins, and other things that went bump in the night. Except ghosts. Fuck ghosts. Those things are just too damn spooky.

"yep, there it is now." my dad said exasperated. I peered passed the tall pine evergreens to see an old looking bridge and beyond; a darkened cold town.

...Help...

"Um, are you sure this is the right place?" I asked, but just as I asked, an old warn sign covered in graffiti shown it'd cruel face. "Neeeeever mind." I eyed the sign wearily and did one of my cute little discontent sighs. Ladies and Gentlemen; Welcome to Sleepy Hollow.

-(Time pass)

"Well uh, this looks-" I began, looking for the right words to say. "I-I give up, it looks like crap." My dad huffed and the groaned "Sis!" as he returned to the men who helped us out after he unlocked the front door of our "New" home. I hurry into the small two story house. The whole house was made of what seemed to be oak or perhaps redwood. The furniture seemed like it had been around for quite a while, not to mention everything was covered in dust.

"One word, One feeling." I said as I turned to my brother, "Spiders and fear." There had to be a shit load of spiders. .SPIDERS. And this place practically held up a bright neon sign that read "Spider World! No Vacancies, Open Twenty-Four Seven, Free HBO." It gave me a new brand of chills. "Well, Brosky, let's check out the rooms."

-(Time pass)

"Grab the corner the corner, Grab the corner, GRAB THE CORNER!" I shouted as I held up the large box of books on the lefts side. "I got it, I got it!" My brother barked back. The old living room was packed with clothes and precious belongings. Not to mention that we had more in the bed of the truck. My brother and I dropped the books with a heavy thud on the board floor, the wood creaking angrily at the weight. "Alright, what else is left?" I sighed reluctantly as my dad walked in. "Just this and your stuffed toys." He said huffing when he dropped the large plastic tub. I cheered and hurriedly made my way outside to find a big black bag of plushness. "My Babies!" I Squeaked, hugging the soft bag. I quickly picked up the bundle and hobbled back to the house. But, no more than three feet did I walk when I peeked up at the sky. The moon had already risen high into the darkly blanketed night sky, threatening me with an ominous feel. "Well, I always wanted to be in a horror movie." I said humorously in a grim voice.

Then, with a strong howl of the wind, I scurried into my "Home". This place wasn't home. Home wasn't some spooky cabin in the middle of a damn forest ridden town. Home wasn't dusty and cold and glum. No. Home was a warm place your friends visited regularly. home was a comforting little apartment in a well lit areas of a large town. Home was where I wanted to be. But, home was a far way away. A distant memory. Now, I had to move on or keep dwelling on the past.

I plopped the stuffed toy bag on the floor and plopped myself on the couch, a large cloud of dust choking me as i sat. "Well, that's everything." I yawned with a good stretch. Then, a strange rumbling shook me with a growl that rivaled that of a lion rounding through out the room. I looked down at my traitorous stomach and fell over in a dramatic fain. "I'm starving." I whined. I looked over to my father and sibling to find them munching away on left over jerky and bologna sandwiches. "You Bastards!" I exclaimed as my brother hurried to stuff the last sandwich into his mouth. I clambered off the couch and rushed towards him, forcing him into a headlock. "You jerk!" I ground out. "You ignorant excuse of a human being!" I pulled roughly against his neck, that earned my an elbow into my empty stomach. "Hey, quit it!" My father demanded. We stopped despite our growing rage. I would so kick his ass... that is, if he weren't a fucking GIANT! Barely thirteen and the bastard was already six foot. "Not cool Blake." my father chided using my brother's middle name. My brother stayed silent and swallowed the sandwich he practically stole from me. "Dad~" I said in a sing songy voice. "What is there left for moi?" He sighed shaking his head. "Sorry sis." he replied and looked to my brother who just tried to hide a sheepish grin.

Again, I whined and flopped on the couch. Just great. Damn boy always ate all the damn food. "It's alright," I said "I'm pretty tired anyway." I grabbed my big bag of plushies and headed upstairs. "But, this means I get to pick out my room first." I called with a displeased argumentative answer from my brother who was then shushed by my dad.

The stairs creaked with each step i took, adding to how eerie the house was. I already looked about the house so I knew which room I wanted. The attic. With the house being only two stories, it had a large attic which you went into by pulling on a trap door that had frightened me at first. My brother and I had to fight each other in order to have the loser open the door first incase there was some old dead thing waiting on the other side to scare the holy Hell out of me. I lost. But, as I stepped onto the little ladder and out onto the floor...or ceiling... I found it to be different than the other rooms. Instead of the same gray peeling wallpaper, there was white slightly yellowed wallpaper that was covered in black intricate veins that reached across every wall. A small window was held on the farthest wall of the room, over looking the vast forest below. A white vanity sat against the wall by the window in the left corner, the mirror covered in dust s well as the white stool and table, both made of wood. I then turned to the wardrobe that, like the vanity, was white and made of white wood and had dusty silver handles. And then there was the bed. With the vanity and the window on the west side of the room and the wardrobe on the east, the bed sat between them. Walking in, it would be facing the door, the head of it being against the north wall and the door at the south.

The bed was a comfortable size. Well, a queer size. It was too big to be a twin sized bed but too small to be king size. Perfect in my view honestly. Not too big to feel empty and not too small to feel like you were about to roll over onto the blanket was white with black flowery lace and the quilt that sat folded at the end of the bed was of black wool. The rest of the bedding was snowy white. The pillow, I could tell, was stuffed with downy feathers and felt so soft. Then , there was the rug that sat in the middle of the wooden floor. It was white with gray rings. Of course the usual scent of age was heavy in the air, but it wasn't as suffocating as it is in the other rooms...More...Pleasant, I suppose.

I sat my belongings on the floor and started unpacking. First, and foremost, stuffed toys.

I ripped open the bag to be greeted with the cutest damn fuzzy creatures you could ever see. I had cats and kittens, wolves and dogs, a little own, and other little cuties from goblins to ponies. I settled them on my new bed, biggest in the back, smallest up front. Then, after I created my furry little collage, I started unpacking my clothes. This was only the easy part though. Because after I got done with those, I had one more task on hand. My books. This was going to be a bitch. I could use the help of my family, but being the stubborn ass that I was, I just HAD to do it by myself. Stupid, I know.

I huffed and puffed and nearly fell down, the heavy box complicating my sight and ability to climb. My brother and dad were already asleep too so that added to the trouble of trying to be quiet. But, after a bit of sweat and tears, I made it back to the room. I gently sat the box down and revealed its contents. A few authors here and there. The Hannibal Trilogy. Some cheesy harlequin romances. And a shit load of scary stories. That made up most of my books. The rest were medical and law enforcement related. Large too. But, I liked big books. I took them out and stacked them by the vanity, the pile almost reaching above the middle of the mirror. It made me feel so nerdy, but happy to see my books. So many and I kept getting more from really cheap sales. Cheap like five cents for paper backs, ten for hard backs, and a dollar for an entire , yeah, I took advantage of that.

As I finished stacking, I placed two albums from the box onto the bottom of the wardrobe. They consisted of various types of cards, cut outs, and pictures. Then, as I stood up, I heard a large boom from outside. I looked out the window. The rain had finally stated. I knew it was going to rain. You could always tell it was about to fall by the smell of dust and the ozone in the air.

Lightning flashed and another boom shook the windows. I yawned. Storms didn't scare...except tornadoes... They were comforting. Like a lullaby from mother nature. But, pleasant as the moment was, I couldn't help but have a foreboding feeling in my chest. I shivered from both the cold and the eerie aura surrounding me. With that, I decided to go to bed.

I tugged off my day clothes and threw on an old police academy shirt I got from a clothes donation place...Yes, I was that poor. It was holed and worn out but I liked it.

I had a thing for men in uniforms. Cops. Fire-fighters. Navy men, soldiers, and this one mail man...He had nice legs.

I crawled under the large blanket on my bed and took an other look around my new room. This was my life now, despite how much I wish it weren't. I yawned and blew out the candle on my side table that lit the room. The dark enveloped my room and sleep lulled me away with a satisfying yawn. This big plush bed hadn't met it's match with me. It was no time 'til I was K.O.'d. It was so soft. Who wouldn't fall asleep nearly instantly by this damn thing. It was a bed of pure fluffyness from the frickin' seventeen hundreds. No springs or that crap, just fluff.

God what's that smell?

I woke up to a god awful scent that smelled sickeningly sweet and made me gag. I covered my nose to try and evade the offensive scent, but to no avail. "Ehmegherd." I groaned as I sat up, swinging my legs off the edge and my feet onto the floor. I couldn't see at all. The moon completely blocked by the thick clouds outside and no more lightning to at least give momentary illumination. Just dark. "Nuuuuuhuhuuuu." I whined. It just got horror film scary in this bitch. I forced myself to rush for the door and the ladder, scaring the shit out of myself. I felt blindly for the trapdoor rope and yanked it, the pullies turning as I tugged. I nearly fell down due to how fast I was trying to escape my 'Peaceful' room. The smell kept getting stronger as I got closer to the backdoor in the kitchen. It nearly became unbearable.

There was a sudden thud behind me, causing me to turn with a gasp. I heard a rolling sound and felt something wet thouch my foot. I squeaked and backed into the kitchen sink. Then, something or rather someone grabbed my shoulder with a strong force that sent me scattering away with a shriek. Laughter then followed. Suddenly, the room was lit with a match that lead to a lantern. I then saw the figure that had frightened me so.

My brother.

"You ASS!" I growled, launching my fist into his arm. He still continued to laugh. "The Hell is going on?" came an angry voice. Shit. "He just scared the crap outta me!" I stated somewhat pissed, venom clearly seen in my words. "Blake," he warned "Bed." He pointed towards the hall and my brother left trying to stiffle his giggles. But, then a loud hiss was heard and he nearly dropped the lantern as he jumped from the kitchen door way. A large possum growled viciously at him and scurried to the back door, slipping through a hole we hadn't seen 'til now. I face palmed and gave a large sigh as me heart regained its normal rate. "Well, shit." My dad laughed "That thing stank!" I nodded in agreement. It smelt like death. "Alright, let's get to bed." And with that we returned to our dark rooms and fell back to sleep.

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I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.

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-Otakuninja-Chan