A story of Mary Van Tassel and her sister. Please read and review.

Thanks Mirrorofsin for the beta :) hugs and kisses xxx

Mary Van Tassel walked slowly through the cave door. Her sister was sat by the fire muttering some words and waving her hands over the flames. Mary rolled her eyes and walked forwards. "Not disturbing you am I?" She muttered.

Elizabeth stayed still and frowned. "Would you care if you were sister?"

Mary shrugged walking closer and placing her hand at her hip casually. "I just wanted to clear a few things up that's all."

Mary stared at her sister in disgust. Mary was dressed in an elegant, very expensive gown which was gold with black lacing. While her sister wore a dirty cream coloured dress with a veil that covered her face.

Elizabeth put her hand in a bowl in front of her pulling out a piece of bread. "No doubt you've come to gloat. Well get it over with. I haven't the time for your jibes today," Elizabeth mumbled.

Mary laughed and looked around, "Actually I had more serious business to attend to."

Elizabeth looked at the bread before nibbling on it. "And what might that be?"

"The fact that some little birdie told the constable where the horseman's resting place is. And helped him on his way if you get my drift," she hissed.

Elizabeth looked down at her dirty hands and sighed. "And?"

"And dear sister I know. I was wondering if you could help me," Mary smiled wickedly. She knew it was her sister who told them and she was not about to give in.

"Help you, why would I want to do that?" Elizabeth laughed and looked into the fire, her eyes gleaming from the fear stirring up inside her.

Mary walked up behind her sister and sighed, "I think I know who it is. I just need to prove it."

Elizabeth shrugged, "I know nothing. As always."

Mary suddenly gripped her sisters tangled hair and pulled the veil from her sisters face. Throwing it to the floor she glared at her sister. "Don't play games with me sister. I'm not one to be meddled with. You know that don't you?" she growled.

Elizabeth breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling so fast she thought she may pass out from lack of oxygen.

"I know you told those idiots what they wanted to know. And it's your fault they are getting closer to the truth!" Mary barked.

"Wh-which is?" Elizabeth gasped.

"That I control the headless horseman my dear. It was all me. Who would ever suspect the innocent little Lady Van Tassel? They wouldn't dare accuse me," she smirked to herself.

"I-I can't believe you'd stoop so low...you've become a right slut!" Elizabeth whispered trembling.

It only took a minute for Mary to take in what was said before she flung her sister onto the floor. "You don't know who you're dealing with," Mary muttered coldly.

Mary bent down and stared into her sisters eyes, "You are worthless. Always have been always will be."

Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk and looked at her sister. "Me worthless? That's rich," she cackled.

"Excuse me?" Mary watched her sister closely.

"You say I am worthless...you are a trophy wife to Baltus. And a whore," Elizabeth sneered. She wasn't going to let her sister scare her or walk over her.

Mary smirked to herself and then grabbed her sister by the hair angrily. "You think I am going to sit back and watch you call me such disgusting filthy names!" Mary snapped.

Her sister gripped around Mary's hand trying to break her tight grip. "Let go of me!" Elizabeth cried.

"I thought I made myself clear...I thought I told you not to play games," Mary frowned pulling harder at the woman's mousy blonde strands of hair.

"Tell me the truth and I may just pardon you for your treason" she whispered vilely in her sister's ear.

Elizabeth laughed as she tried to block out the pain through her body. "Who do you think you are? The fucking Queen!" She hissed inwardly as Mary tugged hard at her hair again making Elizabeth bite down hard on her bottom lip.

"Around here dear...yes," she whispered dropping her sister carelessly onto the floor.