The Lost Fawn

‡For anyone reading my other current story, good for you. This story won't be updated as much, and really it's just a story to write and add onto when I'm feeling blocked in my other story. I'm pretty excited about this one, this is going to be a bit darker than my last it's actually much darker than any story I've ever done. Like legit I'm pumped! Enjoy!- Ze‡

Disclaimer: I own nothing! As I've stated before!

Prologue

Their feet echoed on the pavement as she ran, her bangles jingled a soft and unwanted sound with each barefooted stride. Where was she to run even? The taunts from her chaser were even worse on her already shot nerves. Her pace wasn't fast enough, they would get her soon, and she would only be cast further into the darkness that already plotted to destroy her normal life. It was all her mother's fault, if only she wouldn't have died. If only she could have held on only a few moments longer.

She pulled her sister, the one they were originally after. Why had she stopped them? If she would have let Nadia fix her own problems for once, and not have butted in, in the first place. Things could have gone differently. The shouts grew louder as they rounded the corner freezing in the night's air with the rain. It was pouring, raining cats and dogs if you will. "Nadia run faster!" She whispered as she ran a full arms length ahead of the girl smaller girl, who was only sixteen in the age of modern years. Her breathing so heavy she almost couldn't get any oxygen to her lungs. "Please god please. Let us live."

If living as a gypsy wasn't enough, they had to attract attention from an unwanted crowd. Beggars couldn't be choosers, but if they could be, she would have chosen somewhere much different to have been that night, instead of running down the middle of the road, in naught much more than the shear skirt her mother sewed for her before she died, and the small top she had made for her. She was a belly dancer by trade, she hadn't a choice it was dance and entertained or be a thief, a trade she made sure never to pick up. She had grabbed a wool cloak on the way out of the wagon so she would not get soaked to the bone yet she still found herself wet and freezing.

The Romani were known for their sly personalities and their quick hand, but she was shy was a mourning dove, and as innocent as dew on the fresh morning grass. She was nothing like her sister, who easily would steal wallets and pocket watches as she danced around the men who fell at her feet. Nadia cared nothing for others, completely unlike Elain.

She was knocked from her thoughts as she was grabbed from the side, she released her sister screaming for her to run, but her mouth was covered. The decisions she had made, she could not figure out why she had made them. Nadia had screamed and fought with her since the day their mother had died. Since the day Elain had taken on the role of "mother" their father was useless, and had left them on their own with Lydia, their younger sister. At the time their ages were so obscure that most of the time they had to lie, yet their productions continued. Soon they became known locally, and not in a good way. While Elain wanted to earn money as their mother had, by dancing and making honest work. Nadia was teaching their sister how to steal, and teaching completely opposite of what she was to teach.

She was pulled further into the wet ally way, as she watched Nadia stop, with a cruel smile on her face. Elain only recognized what was going on after she watched one of the men pay the younger woman. Oh god. Her heart had sunk further down as she struggled. She should have listened to her gut all those years ago, she should have left as soon as Nadia had turned into her older sixteen year old self. Now she, a twenty-one year old had just been sold off by her own sister. Her emerald eyes burned with tears no longer of sorrow, but of hate. She may not live to tell this tale, they wouldn't search hard for her, and everyone knew that Elain was an orphan. Everyone knew that she was as quiet as she was beautiful, that she was a lonely little girl locked away in her own body.

She didn't remember much that happened, only the feeling of pain, she was cold for moments before she was drug into a hot building that smelled of sex and of sweat. Her eyes had been covered, thankfully, for the noises she heard coming from the room around her scared her more than anything. Her mind raced for ideas to escape, but when she felt a needle penetrate her arm and into her blood stream. She knew all hope was lost. All ideas and hopes of escape should be dropped for it was not ever going to come.

Her mind started to fade, and all of her body started to become weak, though she fought, she fought until the very end, until all strength left her and her mind simply went blank. She could still feel, she could still smell. She could hear whispers of plastic love, the slight chime of her clothes, but above all she could hear her own screams of pain, she could hear her cries for help and pleading to release her from her binds. She could feel the sear of a metal brand on her back in a jagged shape she could not escape. She could feel the hated pleasure of each time a rough man passed her off to the next as if she was a toy being passed between children. Hurt, filthy, defiled, and drained. She felt horrible, sick to her stomach, her throat burned, it screamed, but sound stopped coming out after a good long while. Not even a hoarse choke, or a groan, just simple, absent minded nothingness.

She knew she was bleeding from every which way, she only choked back a sob after she heard all doors close, and all talking vanish down the hall. They were laughing, as if they were proud of the act they committed. Yes of course, they were men, just like her father! Rape a woman, fill her with dread and ruin her for a man that would perhaps one day love her. She would never trust again, not a woman, not a man. No one. When she heard the door open again and felt rough hands grab her she gasped struggling weakly against the hand that caught her. When she heard the silent "click" then someone whisper a soft curse to her, she started praying. Praying that if there was a god, if there was anyone who could save her that they would.

Then she heard a deafening explosion, the last thing she saw was darkness, the last feeling she felt was the intense pain before blackness.

‡Short I know right? But all prologues are. Have no fear, all my chapters are around 2.5k to 3k words each. So this is about the shortest you'll see. If you've read my other story "Protector in the Shadow" you'll know what's currently going on in my life. That my grandmother had broken her hip and is currently in the hospital so my updates have been slow. I will post one chapter of each story a day (if all goes well) because I don't really care about my classes right now. R&R if your content and be looking for another chapter of both stories tomorrow morning/evening. I'm thinking one chapter will be submitted in the morning one in the evening. We'll see. Bye kittens! – Ze‡