And You Shall be My Castle
Disclaimer: I don't own LM **sob** but I do own the dog Cider.
Chapter 1~ Dream Come True
Lizzie stared, as the coffin lid slowly shut, tears streamed down her cheeks. It clicked shut and her father's hand squeezed her shoulder. The ebony sarcophagus had gold patterns of sports and memories. Jo McGuire stood on Lizzie's other side, determined not to cry.
Lizzie wiped away her tears and swallowed hard. Four men lifted the edges of the coffin and carried it away. Lizzie felt tears forming again. She broke her father's grasp and ran out of the church. She kept running, tearing her pantyhose on thorns and losing a shoe.
Not looking where she was going, she tripped headlong over a rock. Sprawled on the ground she let the tears fall free. Lizzie was mad, mad at the world. Her brother was murdered and she felt alone in the world.
Lizzie remembered finding him,
Flashback*********************
Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda had been tossing a ball to Lizzie's new dog in the park. Cider lost sight of the ball and it bounced into an alleyway. Lizzie was the only one who saw were it went, and jogged after it. As she walked along the dark alley she saw a form slumped against the wall. The ball was next to her. Lizzie was frightened, she didn't know what the form was, she wanted to run but something made her walk towards the figure. She recognized a shirt and a pair of sneakers and threw herself at the shadow.
Two long gashes ran down the boy's front crisscrossing in a brutal X. Lizzie screamed, she felt herself falling, bracing herself for the blackout on the concrete, she felt warm arms around her waist and her fall broke. Once she had regained her balance, she threw herself at the boy, her brother, Matt.
End Flashback***********************
Lizzie held her head in her hands and rocked back and forth on the ground. She heard the crunch of leaves and footsteps approaching. Lizzie curled herself into a ball covering her neck with her hands. It didn't matter, if the person wanted her dead they could still kill her. She braced herself for pain and the life drawn from her instead she felt nothing. The stranger kneeled beside her and began to speak.
"Lizzie, I'm not going to hurt you!" Lizzie smiled when she heard Gordo's voice. She slowly uncurled from her ball and looked at him.
"Promise?" she asked warily, Gordo laughed
"Would I ever hurt you?" concern creased his face as he saw the pain in Lizzie's eyes that threatened to tear him apart. "Someone killed Matt!" she whispered. She had never told them that she had found his body. She had stayed with Matt till the police came. She never told them why she was covered in blood or sobbing.
Gordo looked into her eyes, "I know, I was there." He looked away, "I didn't harm him, but I caught you when you fell. I followed you into the alley."
Lizzie glanced at her best friend. He still looked presentable aside from the occasional bit of mud on his shoes. She on the other hand looked awful, her skirt torn almost all the way up her hip. Her shirt was covered in mud and her hair a mess. He helped her to her feet.
Lizzie's family had inherited a large amount of money from Lizzie 'Winnie Pooh Bah'. They had moved into a large estate on Grenadines Lane, and since Matt had died they were hosting a ball in his honor. The house was huge with over twelve bedrooms and other unneeded places to hide be lost forever in.
"Look I know you were planning on skipping the dance," Gordo said as he and Lizzie walked back to the church, "But maybe you and I could go . . . together?" Gordo's voice audibly trembled and he waited for an answer. **If she say no I won't bear it at all** he thought.
Lizzie walked in silence, trying to make her skirt mend by will power alone. If anyone saw them now, their appearances would harbor a very naughty suggestion. Gordo put his arm around her waist and helped her to the door. The service was over and guests were milling about making apologizes and leaving for the ball and the McGuire's across the street. Lizzie turned her bright blue eyes on her best friend and managed a weak smile.
"I'd like that. Thanks! Meet me in half an hour?" Gordo nodded not believing his good luck and held the door for her. Lizzie walked into the chapel and smiled at Gordo "See you in half and hour!" she grinned then turned and walked away.
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Twenty minutes later Lizzie stood in her room, surrounded by clothes. Nothing seemed right for a formal dance with Gordo. Clothes piled every inch of spare carpet and covered her bed.
"Men are lucky that they have to wear tuxedoes!" Lizzie grumbled to herself while heading back to her closet.
She walked into the small room and looked about her, at the very end of the row there was a black dress. It was off the shoulder and had a fitted bodice with a long skirt. The hem was embroidered with seed pearls. Lizzie quickly stepped into the dress and zipped the back. She added a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace before going down to the ballroom.
Lizzie was holding the banister on the stairs when the doorbell rang. She froze wondering if she should run back upstairs or stay where she was. The maid, Jetta, opened the door to a smiling Gordo and he stepped inside. Lizzie smiled and walked the rest of the way down the stairs. Gordo's eyes followed Lizzie down the stairs, taking in her beauty.
Her hair was held in a messy bun, which a few strands were resisting. She wasn't wearing lipstick, just a slight sparkle of gloss that shone in the light.
"Hello Mr. Gordon, you look very handsome." Lizzie drawled, her voice like a flute in Gordo's ears.
"Why thank you Ms. McGuire, you look stunning yourself." Gordo blushed and looked away from the bright blue eyes that seemed to drown him with every glance.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and let out a breath.
"So . . ." he said after a beat, "Shall we head on in?" Lizzie nodded and put out her hand.
Gordo took her hand cautiously, but dropped it when a thin bolt of electricity passed through him. Lizzie's eyes met his and he took her hand again. Leading her into the ballroom, Gordo admired his best friend.
'If only she loved me,' he sighed under his breath 'Bt she doesn't,'
The room was already filled with people, milling around in black. Lizzie blinked back tears. Her brother had hated black. He was always into bright, vibrant colors that showed off every good aspect of life. Lizzie had often criticized his outfit color choices but that was what had made Matt, Matt. The music started and Gordo placed his hand on Lizzie's waist, gulping hard. He was actually going to dance with Elizabeth Brooke McGuire.
He, David Zephyr Gordon, was having his dream come true.
A/N: Hi, Haidvogel here! I just want to say that this is my first LM fic and I hope you all enjoy it. There is more coming after I get around 5 reviews. Promise. Please review, cuz if no one likes it I won't waste my time writin it! Thanks
~Lona
Disclaimer: I don't own LM **sob** but I do own the dog Cider.
Chapter 1~ Dream Come True
Lizzie stared, as the coffin lid slowly shut, tears streamed down her cheeks. It clicked shut and her father's hand squeezed her shoulder. The ebony sarcophagus had gold patterns of sports and memories. Jo McGuire stood on Lizzie's other side, determined not to cry.
Lizzie wiped away her tears and swallowed hard. Four men lifted the edges of the coffin and carried it away. Lizzie felt tears forming again. She broke her father's grasp and ran out of the church. She kept running, tearing her pantyhose on thorns and losing a shoe.
Not looking where she was going, she tripped headlong over a rock. Sprawled on the ground she let the tears fall free. Lizzie was mad, mad at the world. Her brother was murdered and she felt alone in the world.
Lizzie remembered finding him,
Flashback*********************
Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda had been tossing a ball to Lizzie's new dog in the park. Cider lost sight of the ball and it bounced into an alleyway. Lizzie was the only one who saw were it went, and jogged after it. As she walked along the dark alley she saw a form slumped against the wall. The ball was next to her. Lizzie was frightened, she didn't know what the form was, she wanted to run but something made her walk towards the figure. She recognized a shirt and a pair of sneakers and threw herself at the shadow.
Two long gashes ran down the boy's front crisscrossing in a brutal X. Lizzie screamed, she felt herself falling, bracing herself for the blackout on the concrete, she felt warm arms around her waist and her fall broke. Once she had regained her balance, she threw herself at the boy, her brother, Matt.
End Flashback***********************
Lizzie held her head in her hands and rocked back and forth on the ground. She heard the crunch of leaves and footsteps approaching. Lizzie curled herself into a ball covering her neck with her hands. It didn't matter, if the person wanted her dead they could still kill her. She braced herself for pain and the life drawn from her instead she felt nothing. The stranger kneeled beside her and began to speak.
"Lizzie, I'm not going to hurt you!" Lizzie smiled when she heard Gordo's voice. She slowly uncurled from her ball and looked at him.
"Promise?" she asked warily, Gordo laughed
"Would I ever hurt you?" concern creased his face as he saw the pain in Lizzie's eyes that threatened to tear him apart. "Someone killed Matt!" she whispered. She had never told them that she had found his body. She had stayed with Matt till the police came. She never told them why she was covered in blood or sobbing.
Gordo looked into her eyes, "I know, I was there." He looked away, "I didn't harm him, but I caught you when you fell. I followed you into the alley."
Lizzie glanced at her best friend. He still looked presentable aside from the occasional bit of mud on his shoes. She on the other hand looked awful, her skirt torn almost all the way up her hip. Her shirt was covered in mud and her hair a mess. He helped her to her feet.
Lizzie's family had inherited a large amount of money from Lizzie 'Winnie Pooh Bah'. They had moved into a large estate on Grenadines Lane, and since Matt had died they were hosting a ball in his honor. The house was huge with over twelve bedrooms and other unneeded places to hide be lost forever in.
"Look I know you were planning on skipping the dance," Gordo said as he and Lizzie walked back to the church, "But maybe you and I could go . . . together?" Gordo's voice audibly trembled and he waited for an answer. **If she say no I won't bear it at all** he thought.
Lizzie walked in silence, trying to make her skirt mend by will power alone. If anyone saw them now, their appearances would harbor a very naughty suggestion. Gordo put his arm around her waist and helped her to the door. The service was over and guests were milling about making apologizes and leaving for the ball and the McGuire's across the street. Lizzie turned her bright blue eyes on her best friend and managed a weak smile.
"I'd like that. Thanks! Meet me in half an hour?" Gordo nodded not believing his good luck and held the door for her. Lizzie walked into the chapel and smiled at Gordo "See you in half and hour!" she grinned then turned and walked away.
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Twenty minutes later Lizzie stood in her room, surrounded by clothes. Nothing seemed right for a formal dance with Gordo. Clothes piled every inch of spare carpet and covered her bed.
"Men are lucky that they have to wear tuxedoes!" Lizzie grumbled to herself while heading back to her closet.
She walked into the small room and looked about her, at the very end of the row there was a black dress. It was off the shoulder and had a fitted bodice with a long skirt. The hem was embroidered with seed pearls. Lizzie quickly stepped into the dress and zipped the back. She added a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace before going down to the ballroom.
Lizzie was holding the banister on the stairs when the doorbell rang. She froze wondering if she should run back upstairs or stay where she was. The maid, Jetta, opened the door to a smiling Gordo and he stepped inside. Lizzie smiled and walked the rest of the way down the stairs. Gordo's eyes followed Lizzie down the stairs, taking in her beauty.
Her hair was held in a messy bun, which a few strands were resisting. She wasn't wearing lipstick, just a slight sparkle of gloss that shone in the light.
"Hello Mr. Gordon, you look very handsome." Lizzie drawled, her voice like a flute in Gordo's ears.
"Why thank you Ms. McGuire, you look stunning yourself." Gordo blushed and looked away from the bright blue eyes that seemed to drown him with every glance.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and let out a breath.
"So . . ." he said after a beat, "Shall we head on in?" Lizzie nodded and put out her hand.
Gordo took her hand cautiously, but dropped it when a thin bolt of electricity passed through him. Lizzie's eyes met his and he took her hand again. Leading her into the ballroom, Gordo admired his best friend.
'If only she loved me,' he sighed under his breath 'Bt she doesn't,'
The room was already filled with people, milling around in black. Lizzie blinked back tears. Her brother had hated black. He was always into bright, vibrant colors that showed off every good aspect of life. Lizzie had often criticized his outfit color choices but that was what had made Matt, Matt. The music started and Gordo placed his hand on Lizzie's waist, gulping hard. He was actually going to dance with Elizabeth Brooke McGuire.
He, David Zephyr Gordon, was having his dream come true.
A/N: Hi, Haidvogel here! I just want to say that this is my first LM fic and I hope you all enjoy it. There is more coming after I get around 5 reviews. Promise. Please review, cuz if no one likes it I won't waste my time writin it! Thanks
~Lona