#henry parrish

Blood Bond

Summary: You are Henry’s mission. But what does he even mean with that? And will you let yourself get tricked by him or will Ichabod, Katrina and Abbie be on time to save you? It all depends on you.

Word Count: 1132

Warnings: slight violence, knives, blood, a curse word.

A/N: Sorry that it took me so long, personal issues. Here it is, now beware of the headless rider <3

Tags: @itsjaynebird, @thepawofthewolf

[Sleepy Hollow, your appartment, late evening]

It had been quite a strange day at the University you worked at. Everyone had stared at you oddly and you knew something was off. Especially when your colleague told you he wasn’t here for the job…but for a mission and you had an awful feeling you were his mission.

You tried to shake the bad thoughts away as you were watching your favourite tv show while you were cuddling with your dog, Canon. He had been fed a few minutes ago and was happily snoring against your leg. The man’s words kept ringing through your head but you got quickly distracted when your favourite character died on the tv screen. ‘’What?! What the hell! You can’t just do that!’’ you cursed and sighed, shutting the tv down before you carefully got up, placing Canon’s head on the pillow next to you before walking to the kitchen.

What did the man mean? He was here for a mission…but which mission? Was he trying to play with your mind? Those were all questions you weren’t able to answer as you poured some wine into your glass, suddenly feeling someone staring at you. There was a knife on the counter and although you were sure nobody could in, your hand clenched around the knife and quickly turning around, screaming when you did see a man. Your colleague, the same man that told you you were his mission.

It took a few seconds before you realized you were staring at him in horror and began to speak. ‘’How did you got in here? Who are you really?’’ you gasped as your grip on the knife in your hand tightened. You were sure he wasn’t just your colleague now and you looked right into his eyes, demanding an explanation. 

Henry grinned in a devilish way and stepped closer, holding his hands up to show you he wasn’t planning on harming you. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m here as your friend, not as your enemy,’’ he pointed out and it felt like he looked right into your soul. No sins. Not even one. You had seen strange things before but a man appearing in your kitchen just like that? The only way to explain how he got here was magic. Ichabod warned you about it and so you were eager to find out who he was.

It remained silent for a minute and as you lifted up the knife, Henry grabbed your wrist and you screamed once more, feeling a strong energy flowing through your veins. You were witnessing a memory that he wanted you to see so you could trust him. He was proving he wanted to befriend you. Only you weren’t sure if it was an illusion; a fake memory. But Henry knew just how to get you on his side. Images of the headless rider injuring your brother flashed in front of you and how they got connected by their blood.

Then you suddenly traveled back to the future and saw how Ichabod and Abbie were desperately trying to break the bond between him and the rider. When you laid your eyes upon the sin-eater, you realized it was the same man who was now also standing in front of you. Henry saved Ichabod and when he had made sure you knew that, he let go of you and you hissed, holding onto him as you barely could stand. You dropped the knife as time began to pass normally again.

‘’I promised I am here as a friend, didn’t I?’’ He smirked and helped you get back on your feet. It was wrong to trust Henry but you did it anyways, not listening to Ichabod’s voice anymore which was slowly fading away. Erased from your memory. ‘’How do you know my brother?’’ you asked, still not completely trusting him.

‘’I helped him fight against the headless rider, as you could see. And against the horrid king, Moloch. Sadly, we haven’t gotten a chance to get to him yet. But believe me, we will,’’ he hinted. You frowned as you heard the name but you were too distracted by this event. ‘’You never told me your name…and I-’’

‘’My name is Henry Parrish,’’ he said but something inside of you told you he was lying . Katrina was trying to get inside of your head to warn you but you hissed and Henry knew what was happening so he touched your hand, getting rid of his mother’s presence. You looked at him with a confused expression on your face, heartbeat unusually fast. ‘’What happened, Henry? Tell me the truth or I will-’’

He began to chuckle loudly while he made you feel the pain he had gone through when he was still a little boy. The pain he has suffered from and it hurt like hell. You fell on your knees and picked up the knife you’d dropped before, creating a cut in your hand. Just a small one but enough to make you bleed. The blood that was dripping down your fingers was black…you’d been poisoned. It was too late now. You were on his side.

‘’Stand up, my dear,’’ Henry spoke and only now you could see his true meanings. You were his soldier now. His friend. And no longer could either Ichabod or Katrina get to you. Your fate depended on their son. You shivered and obeyed Henry, scared of what he would do with you. What you didn’t know was that Henry was not only interested in your soul, but also in your friendship and knowledge. He offered you a handkerchief for the blood dripping down your hand and you accepted it easily.

‘’I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N…I’m only trying to protect your soul from your sister-in law. She might be dangerous for your brother Ichabod,’’ he told you. You eyed him suspiciously as you were carefully cleaning your hand. Could you trust him? You had to.

So many questions were going through your mind but you decided not to waste anymore time. You wanted to find out who he really was while gaining his trust. Although you did had to be careful he was going to trick you again. Magicians could always be dangerous, liars. Luckily, you had a little secret yourself which you had been saving for a long time to show the world when the moment was there. Now perhaps would be a good time. When you looked up again, Henry had disappeared into thin air.