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She Moved with Shameless Wonder; The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen - Sandie Collins Imagine [Last Night in Soho]

Title: She Moved with Shameless Wonder; The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen

Pairing: Sandie Collins X Reader

Based On: Foreigner's God

Word Count: 1,087 words

Warning(s): murder (self-defense), violence

Summary: Sandie meets an unexpected kind soul. Little did she know how protective and stubborn that kind soul could become when they saw something wrong.

Author's Note: This is the second story I've written where Matt Smith just gets decked. And they've been different characters.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Meeting Sandie for the first time was more of a coincidence than anything.

It started with me trying to simply be kind. To show an act of good faith to whatever new neighbors opened the door.

I had knocked on her door, only hearing muttering voices going back and forth on the other side of the door. I carefully balanced the plate I was carrying in one hand.

I almost felt shoved backward when the door opened.

There was no arguing that Sandie was gorgeous. She was easily the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on. It was like a siren song. I had no choice other than to keep my focus solely on her.

I wasn't one to entertain the concept of fate, but I questioned it less harshly in that moment.

I tried to make it seem like I wasn't completely entranced by her. "H-Hi."

"Hi," she replied. Her voice was more inquisitive than mine. But I wasn't shocked by that.

"Sorry, I just... I moved in recently. Across the street," I vaguely motioned in that direction. "I wanted to introduce myself. Make a good impression."

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Honestly, you've been the only person to answer."

I forced an awkward laugh as silence filled the space around us.

"Well, I made brownies," I continued. I awkwardly offered them to her. "I'm (Y/n)."

She took the plate from me. "Sandie."

"Nice to meet you."

That was when a man stepped out from behind the door.

"Oh, hello," I waved at him. "I'm (Y/n)."

He reached out to shake my hand. "Jack."

He made me uneasy.

Something about him seemed off. His smile seemed false. It felt like the charm he showed would cause some kind of light in his eyes. But they were... dark. Strangely dark. Like any kindness he showed was merely a shell hiding something much worse underneath.

I tried to hide the nervousness with a smile.

"I'll leave you both to enjoy those," I said. "If you ever need anything, then I'm just across the street. I'll usually answer."

They both nodded to me.

I walked away with one more wave.

I didn't have many conversations with Sandie or Jack after that day.

I saw Sandie quite often. She would be coming or going around the same time that I was. We would wave to each other. A small sign of good nature.

At first, she seemed to only do it out of politeness. I could tell by the tightness of her grin and the abruptness of her movements. I never took it personally. She may have had more to her story than I knew. I had no right to assume that I understood all of her thoughts.

Over time, she seemed to warm to me more.

Her smile softened. Her eyes too. Her waves would be far less stiff and awkward. An act of politeness turned into that of friendship and some kind of shared respect.

I never intended to interfere with Sandie's personal life.

I had all intention to keep to myself and allow her to make her own choices.

But everyone had personal limits for things like that.

My limit was met one night.

I had gotten home later than usual. I was about to go inside when I heard yelling across the street. It made me stop.

I had heard couples bickering before. But this just seemed... different. Something was pushing me to go over there. To do something.

It was so out of character for me. But I still did it.

No one would answer when I knocked. I moved and slammed my shoulder into it. I was alarmed at how easy it was for the door to open.

The yelling seemed to get even louder.

I recognized Sandie's voice first.

I panicked, running up the stairs to find her. The door to her room wasn't locked.

I opened it to find Jack and Sandie yelling in each other's faces. He had his hands wrapped around her wrists. They both paused, looking at me.

"What the hell are you doing," I asked.

"Get out," he snapped at me. He only let go of one of Sandie's arms, twisting it a bit as he stepped over to me. "This is none of your business."

"It became my business when you grabbed her," I replied.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, it is!"

Sandie took the distraction as her chance to yank her arm out of his hand. That's when I spotted the knife nearby. My mind felt like it was going at the speed of light. What had he been planning that night?

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered.

He stepped closer to me.

I don't know what convinced me to do this, but I lifted my fist and punched him. It wasn't going to do much damage because I had never properly punched someone before, but it was enough to force him to stumble back a bit. I stepped forward, grabbing Sandie's hand.

"Come on," I told her.

Jack had already pulled himself back together, ignoring the blood running from his nostrils. He moved to grab at me.

I only managed to push him back. It felt like slow motion after that. All I truly saw was Sandie stabbing the knife into Jack's chest.

I went into shock after that.

She continued stabbing him. Over and over.

I didn't get my body to move for a moment. Not until I realized that Sandie was coated in blood and Jack was left on the floor. If he wasn't dead, then he would be soon.

I grabbed her arm. "Sandie, stop!"

She stopped moving when she felt my hand. She looked at me. Tears were built along the bottom of her eyes. She was shaking.

"It's over," I promised.

A sob escaped her. I carefully pulled her away from the body as I hugged her tightly.

"It's over, it's over," I kept repeating. "It's all done. You're okay."

I pressed a kiss to her head.

"Come on," I guided her to stand up. "We should get you cleaned up."

"What about him," she asked as we walked to the door.

I glared at him. "No one will miss him. Not really."

She took a deep breath.

"We'll take care of this," I continued. "I swear. We'll handle this. I'll protect you. As long as you're safe, I'll do anything."

She slowly nodded. "Thank you."

I let a grin pull at my lips. "Anything for you."

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Author's Note: I was trying to kind of hint that Eloise was there for this and had a hand in getting the reader over there for the fight. How'd I do?

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