Disclaimer: I do not own Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, but I do own myself. You can tell which character is mine, she has my name.
Pairing: No real pairing. While my character does mirror my interest in Henry, she doesn't try anything, and Henry and Abe are just close friends.
Warning: Possible blood and violence.
Note: Thoughts will be in italics so they are distinguishable from normal text, and the name of the book will be in bold.
Tell me if there are any changes that need to be made, or if you have ideas for future chapters. I will make these changes, and will possibly use the ideas. Enjoy!
Annie POV - 1867
I woke up in a dark room, and knew immediately that it didn't belong to anyplace that I knew. While I liked dark rooms with heavy curtains to block out the sun, and Victorian era furniture, I did not have the money to rent an apartment where I could have all of this stuff.
Not knowing where I was, I wanted to look around, but found that there was pressure on my arms and legs. I looked down to find that I was chained to the bed.
My immediate thoughts were I am in a murderer's house. That has to be it, why else would I be chained down? I tried to calm myself down though. After all, I was in my dorm before I came here, and a murderer wouldn't be able to get all the way up to my floor and kidnap me. But my mind could not calm down, and I was starting to get really scared.
Focusing, I looked for a way to get out of the chains. The leather around my wrists and ankles seemed to be the weakest part, so I pulled in a way to slide my hand through. It hurt a lot, but I finally managed to get my first hand loose. With that now free hand, I broke my other hand out. Next came the feet, and they were relatively easier with my two free hands.
When that was finished, I stood up next to the bed, and rubbed my hands and ankles. I might have been able to get out of the chains, but it still hurt.
After a few minutes of this, I closed my eyes, slowed my breathing, and listened. If there was anyone near the room, I wouldn't be able to escape. I heard two voices – both male – but they weren't near the room I was in, so I crept towards the door.
Opening the door, I discovered that I was on the second floor. I snuck down the stairs, which as luck would have it, were right by the front door. The voices seemed louder now, but they weren't near this door either, so I continued forward.
I opened the front door slowly, sending out a silent prayer that it wouldn't squeak. Luck was with me, and when the gap was large enough, I went through the door.
On the other side, the sun was behind the clouds, another lucky break. I said earlier that I loved the dark, but it goes beyond that. I spent my entire life in the dark, and the sunlight is so bright to me that it physically hurts to walk outside without really dark sunglasses on sunny days. With the cloud cover, I only had to squint.
Suddenly it hit me, this entire escape process was too easy. Yes I did seriously hurt my wrists and ankles getting out of the chains, but getting out of the house was way too easy.
Of course, I thought to soon because at that moment, a man stepped out of the woods near the house. He had shoulder length blond hair, Victorian looking clothes – but not fancy, ordinary everyday Victorian era person clothes – and looked strong.
When I saw him, my fear instantly rose, and I had to suppress the urge to take a step back.
The man walked toward me with one of his arms raised. I had no idea what he was trying to do, so my martial arts training kicked in, and I immediately hit his arm to the side.
The man looked shocked, but retaliated. His fist flew toward my face. I blocked that and countered with my own fist to his chest in one swift move. He jumped back a foot or so from the force of my punch, and then attempted a kick. After ducking, quickly punched him with my left arm and then my right.
He jumped back again. I was about to punch him again when the sun came out, and decided to shine directly in my eyes. It hurt a lot, so I ducked my head to the side, closed my eyes, covered my face with my hand, and tried taking a step back. Since I couldn't look where I was going, I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground.
Remembering the man, I quickly tried to get up, and realized that my back was pressed against the door jam. Either he didn't see this, or didn't care because he punched me in the face. That punch forced my head to collide with the door jam, and the world went black again.