Innocent Blood

June is 15. She doesn't have a family, or any life to be proud of.

July is 16. He doesn't have a family, or any life to be proud of.

These two young adolescents are part of a society that is falling apart around them. They are 'Innocents".


7. The Others

I arrived in the stately, almost castle-like home of my Shadowing Families business associates just as I added the finishing touches to my wig. Lord Dartworth had called me out rather abruptly, pissing off Angie, myself, and even some of the other Senior Shadows. As I stepped out of the car, my heel sank into the gravel drive-way. "Good morning" a young man greeted me as he took my hand and guided me inside. "Good morning" I replied courteously as he swung the tall white front door open and welcomed me into the town house. 

The walls of the drawing room I found myself sat in were all a very pristine egg-shell colour. The floor was a dark, hardwood, glossy finish affair and everything about the room screamed women's touch. "Ah, Miss Dartworth! How pleasant to see you! A woman's voice called to me from the other side of the room. "So, I assume your father has told you everything you need to know about me; so why don't you tell me about yourself?" she asked me, sitting across the coffee table to me on an identical floral pattern sofa to the one I was perched on.

She was a plump woman, around her fifties. Her greying hair was pinned up in a bun and she was wearing a fluffy pink cardigan over her flowery lilac dress. "Well, there isn't much to tell I'm afraid... I play a little flute, I enjoy indulging my sweet tooth..." she laughed and shook her head merrily. 
"Don't worry yourself with little details like that darling, we just need to know your opinions on the deal!" I stared into her piggy brown eyes and plastered my reliable, safe, fake smile on to my face, and watched her fall into my charms. "To be perfectly honest with you ma'am, I'm not entirely sure of this deal. My father was in a terrible rush to get to work this morning, and the informant was very brief and rather insolent."

She smiled in a sort of daze before clicking her fingers and summoning the gentlemen who had brought me into the room to her side. "Miss Dartworth, meet my son Harold. It is mine and your parents wishes that the two of you marry." 

Harold West was a tall, lanky teenager. For some reason I found myself comparing his height to that of July, I judged that he was a few inches taller. He had hair that was so black it looked as if he had been washing it charcoal. It was styled to messy, and his fringe flopped over his left eye, well, it flopped over the velvet red eye-patch that covered his left eye. He was dressed in a rather elaborate tail coat, which was expected of the son of one of the leading fashion designers in the world.

"It's a pleasure to meet you officially!" he said charmingly, sitting beside me on the sofa and allowing his arm to rest on the sofa behind me. "Oh you two do make a delightful couple!" Harold's mother squealed delightfully, clasping her hands together and grinning at her proposal. "If my father thinks you're a more than suitable candidate, then I can also confirm my approval on the engagement." I decided, smiling sweetly at Harold and his mother. This engagement would greatly affect my future as a shadow. If my Up was married off, it would mean one of two things; either I would proceed to Shadow them more permanently, or my duties would finish. 

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