The Effects of Stockholm Syndrome
(Set in the times of corsets and top hats) Isabella, daughter of a powerful family, is kidnapped by a hired assassin for her money. Her feelings of hate soon turn to love. Read and find out what happens in this tale of forbidden love. Bella X Edward (AU All Human) Banner made by evenstar on twilighted.net (Thank you SO much!)
1. Prologue/ Time is Running Out
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An emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival.
Origin: after an incident in Stockholm in 1973, during which a bank employee became romantically attached to a robber who held her hostage
The tale that is about to be told
Takes place in a time of corsets, top hats and canes.
The tale about to be told
Is a tale of fear, darkness, assassins,
Jealousy and revenge.
A tale of passion,
Kisses and a true love that was
Never supposed to happen.
This is a tale of heartbreak,
This story is of a young
And beautiful daughter of the
Wealthy and powerful
Swan Family who is kidnapped by
A hired assassin by the
name of Edward.
Anger, terror, and disgust
Are the first feelings
This is a tale of their forbidden love.
I ran as fast as I could with my heavy dress and unsteady heeled boots. Yes, I probably looked very unladylike dashing through the busy streets of the town, but I had no choice.
“Excuse me!” I called out to the two girls I had just rudely pushed out of my way.
“Was that just Isabella Swan?” I heard the startled voice of one of them ask incredulously.
“You mean Lady Swan, Jessica,” the other stated, fluttering her fan about. “It’s not possible for a lady of her standards to be running around the streets."
“You’re right, Lauren,” The other giggled. “Lady Swan would never be running madly around like a chicken. It would be an absolute disgrace to her entire family.”
A chicken? Disgrace? I felt my cheeks blaze red but kept on running. Hopefully, no one would recognize me…or then I would be in even more trouble than I probably was right now.
My legs were starting to tire. I growled inwardly and cursed the unnecessary layers and frills on the heavy dress. Sometimes I thought life would be so much easier as a man.
I dashed across the road and looked up at the town’s clock tower. Time was running out.
If I wasn't home on time who knew what Father would say? And what of poor Alice? What would happen to her?! I felt a pang of guilt in my heart at the thought. She had done so much for me over the past years, and if I got caught…and if they found out that she had covered up for me…would punishment be how I repaid her for her kindness?
“Watch out!” A yell snapped me out of my thoughts.
I was standing in the middle of the road. I turned to look at my surroundings and realized with a start that the yell was directed towards me!
A large carriage led by four mahogany colored horses was racing down the road headed directly my way.
“Get out of the way, miss!” The driver motioned for me to get out of the street.
I willed myself to move, but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. My mind screamed at me to move, but I just couldn’t! Sheer terror overwhelmed me as I looked upon my fate. I would be trampled mercilessly! What a horrible way to die.
Hopefully, it would be fast and painless. I looked ahead and closed my eyes, standing completely still and waiting for the impact. Waiting for my end.
The impact that came wasn’t what I had expected. It wasn’t as hard as I imagined it would be…and now, I was soaring above the ground.
Wait…what was I doing?
My eyes opened with a start, and I was met with a pair of penetrating green eyes. As we made contact with the ground, mine closed again, unwillingly tearing my gaze from the force of his stare.
“Are you alright?” a smooth voice asked from under me.
My eyes shot open and widened intensely as I surveyed the owner of the voice.
He was pale. Incredibly pale, as if he had not been out in the sun for months without end. His hair was a reddish brown…no, bronze colored that swept down into his eyes. His eyes, I almost sighed out loud. They were what attracted me the most about him.
They were an alluring emerald color that seemed to look past my face and into my soul. Intimidating…judging…dazzling.
He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. Maybe he was an angel? So was I really dead?
“No, you’re not dead.”
I stared at him startled. How did he…
“I’m not?” I asked confused.
“No, thankfully I pushed you out of the way in time,” he answered, his tone amused.
“Are you going to keep lying on top of me?” he asked. “Because the ground isn’t very comfortable.”
“Oh!” I blushed and quickly rolled off of his body.
He stood up fluidly and paused a moment to wipe his silky black clothes of dust and then looked down at me.
“Why didn’t you move?”
“I…I don’t know,” I stuttered. Somehow his presence did not allow me to talk properly.
He arched his eyebrows. “Were you trying to commit suicide?”
“So you are suicidal.” He nodded as if everything now made perfect sense to him. “You know, taking your life away isn’t a very good way to solve all of your problems.”
I stood up angry and appalled of I what I was being accused of. “I am sorry to inform you, sir, but I am not suicidal!” This man did not know me. How could he judge me like that?
“Then why were you in the middle of the road?”
“I was lost in my thoughts, and I did not know where I was standing!” I exclaimed. Why was I getting so angry?
“Thoughts of your depressing life?” His eyes sparkled with enjoyment at my responses.
“I have a rather pleasant life, thank you very much.”
“Is that so?” he questioned, looking me straight in the eyes. My cheeks burned at the intensity of his penetrating gaze, but I didn’t look away.
“You have lived through some hardships,” he spoke slowly.
I was flustered but quickly defended myself, “Everyone has had hardships in their lives.”
“Even the elite?” he questioned with a sly smile.
My eyes narrowed at what he had said. I hated it when people misjudged me because of my family’s power. I couldn’t care less if I had all of the money in the world.
He glanced at me, his eyes now twinkling with mischief. “It seems that I have hit a tender spot,” he mused.
I drew myself up to my full height – which wasn’t very tall or in the slightest bit intimidating – and glared at him with determination.
“That has nothing to do with social status!”
He looked surprised at my answer and regarded me quietly. What? Did he think that the rich had no feelings? Did he actually think that we led ‘perfect’ lives? Didn’t he have better things to do than interrogate me?
I gasped out loud as I remembered that I did.
“What is it?” he asked, surprised again.
“I have to go!” I exclaimed and turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand.
“Let go…” My words trailed off as he swiftly took off the glove on the hand he was holding and bent down. I looked on mystified as he then lightly pressed his velvet lips against it.
“I hope we meet again,” he purred, his voice amazingly seductive.
I looked at him for a minute, my mind blank, until my senses came back to me.
“Well, I sir, hope we do not,” I snapped, red faced, and snatched my glove back from him.
I knew I was being extremely rude to the person that just saved me from getting trampled, but I couldn’t help myself. I was usually a respectful and quiet girl, but he really knew how to get under my skin.
“Good bye.” I turned to leave, but tripped on the hem of my dress. Did I ever say that I hated this dress?
A pair of pale, strong arms shot out and encircled themselves around my waist.
“Saved you again.” He smirked.
I glowered at him and nodded my head stiffly before setting off briskly down the road. I could still feel his forceful gaze on my back as I turned to go around the corner. I pressed myself against a wall, knowing he could not see me anymore, and released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
What in the world just happened? I asked myself as I placed a hand on my still burning cheek.