She watched from the darkness of her cave home as he stormed by, no doubt going for him, the constable. He was causing her sister trouble, his head would be next and she would do nothing to stop him.
The hessian knew what was wanted of him, he would kill any who would get in his way. Her head was well worth keeping.
But perhaps the hessian was after the constable for another reason.
She chuckled. "He must want a bigger prize."
Constable Crane patted gunpowder on the head as he stood in the stables. The drizzle of rain just beginning to fall out side in the dark night air.
The stable boy readied Gunpowder with a saddle and bowed to Ichabod. "Please be careful sir, the horseman rides tonight. There has not been a..."A gurgling sound accompanied the boys cut words.
Ichabod jerked around to see a horrific sight.
The boy had been run through with a sword, the Hessian attached to the blade's hilt.
His eyes wide with fear Ichabod abandoned the horse, charging head first into the misty rain and foggy night.
"Ichabod." the voice taunted him, calling him back.
He wouldn't listen, he covered his ears as he ran head long toward the bridge. He would be safe there, the Hessian couldn't cross it. Legend told him so.
But then as a man of science he could hardly believe that to be true but it was worth a try.
He feared to look back but dared a glance, the Hessian was at his heels, his sword no longer drawn as he runs behind him.
Ichabod gulped and looked back ahead.
The bridge in his sites he fought against his lungs demand to stop, panting and squeezing his eyes shut as he charges forward.
The bridge was just ahead, the glowing lantern that hang there taunting him more then the voice had.
His foot had just brushed the hard wood of the walk way when he jerked forcibly back into the hard chest of the horsemen.
"Ichabod." the voice was tinged with a laugh.
Ichabod shuddered at the tone, his head spinning, fear threatening to make him go limp.
He watched as the Hessian pulled a black glove from his hand, his fingers tipped with sharp black claws. Ichabod swallowed hard and bit his lip.
He slammed his head back into the man's chest, his heel stamping down into the horseman's.
The Hessian stood still as if unfazed, his claws going up to Crane's neck, sinking deep into his throat.
He barely let out a yelp before the blood began to gurgle out of his mouth, staining his pink lips rose red.
Through his hazing vision he watched as the Hessian's head grew back, bones cracking and veins pulling into place.
Before the cloud of black over took him, the last Ichabod saw, was a curtain of blond hair and deep purple eyes coming closer to his.
Soft lips touching to his bloodied ones.
Author's Note ~ So it would seem I have murdered the poor constable! But fear not, the story is not done yet. :D
And this one unlike the other story for hessian/Crane is going to be like three or four chaps long...if I donna get lazy or distracted...
Any way hope you like it so far. ^_^
~*CrimsonCross*~