Author's Note: Another wonderful story if I do say so myself. Actually that was sarcastic. This is also crap.
Warnings: Possibly Chan. Dub-Con, Smut...
Idee Fixe
Abigail's luscious lips parted slightly as she inhaled the scent of her reverend. He was a tall man who possessed a husky scent which reminded her vaguely of the devil's woods. But that would imply that he had been in the woods once, and that just couldn't be! Her reverend couldn't have had anything to do with the witchcraft that had taken hold of Betty- who at the moment lay inert on the bed beside her. It just couldn't be- because it was Abigail who had danced in the woods that night, and Parris left not a trace to be found but for the end when he had startled all of them half to death.
"Abigail," Parris murmured, "Abigail? Is Betty awake?"
"No," she replied softly. Abigail was scared to say anything more-like the fact that she had caused this- for fear he'd have her hanged as he had threatened of Tituba.
"Come. It does not do to dwell by death's doorstep. We would best to put our time to better use." Parris said by the doorframe.
When Abigail made no sign of moving the elder gentleman sighed. "Come, child. Let us leave the girl to rest." He extended his hand.
Still she did not move.
"I'm not a child, reverend." she said petulantly.
His face was blank as he replied. "I should think not if you have indeed done half of what I hear in town." He exited then, out of the cursed room and down the hall.
Abigail gaped at his retreating figure. How dare he imply that! That- that bastard, John Proctor and Elizabeth Proctor that bitch! They were both soiling her name in the town. So much so that even her beloved uncle refused to believe her lily-white reputation! And surely it was lily-white. She had never given John a reason to complain. But Elizabeth was another story altogether. The fact that Parris would believe that wretched, vile woman over her- urgh! Abigail felt as though she could tear her hair out.
"Reverend Parris!" Abigail hissed, storming from Betty's room and after the holy man. "I object to your judgment! What has been said in town has nothing to do with me! It is all Elizabeth Proctor! Believe me Uncle!...Uncle?"
From one second to the next, the man had disappeared as if having been no more than an apparition to begin with. She stopped outside the door she had seen him go into and peered inside. No light was in the room and no reverend was in it either. Abigail was just about to leave when a whisper caught her attention.
"Abigail."
She froze. So he was indeed within the room! With a triumphant smile she turned around again, but still the room was empty. Should she dare to venture in?
"Abigail, your name has been put on trial more than once within my mind for God wills us to calculate the good in others so that we may best help them. Abigail...you have sinned- that even you cannot deny. But there is a way to save you, if you will hear it."
The girl swayed on her feet outside the door. Something she couldn't quite place was in his voice. A type of soft roughness...husky maybe. "And if I don't" Abigail snapped without her usual bite.
"Then you will hang-"
"-What!"
"You see, Abigail, we live in such a small community." the voice continued in that same controlled voice. "It would not do to have our tranquility ruined by a witch. The devil must be exorcised from you. Think of Betty. Dear sweet Betty who lies at this moment near lifeless because of a silly little girl." There was a sound of cloth hitting the floor. Abigail stilled, unable to see him, unable to move away.
"I can save you, Abigail. Just close the door."
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That night, Betty woke to screams.
