Chapter 1
A/N: This takes place just after Isabella has Guy imprisoned, and it is in Guy's POV.
Sorry that this is a very short chapter, I promise that there will be more action and dialogue in the next one. Any ideas, criticisms, and questions are welcome, so please review.
Disclaimer: All characters in this belong to the BBC, and Dominic Minghella and Foz Allan, who created it, based upon traditional legends.
I squinted around in the darkness, trying to see if there was anything worth my attention. However, I couldn't see anything in the gaping blackness, which meant that my thoughts turned back to me. God, I hate myself. I kill without a second thought; I laugh at the pain I inflict upon people; I stabbed the only woman I ever cared about.
Marian.
A slice of pain shot through my heart. I killed her; I killed an innocent sweet woman; a woman, who over time, may have come to love me. But who in their right mind would love a heartless man? Who could see good where there is none? I clenched my jaw, so that I would not break down, although nobody could see me. Marian was a kind-hearted woman, and I ran her through.
I groaned and rolled over. The pain in my heart spread to my stomach, and I realised that I was hungry. My hand found the bread Isabella had the guards chuck at me, but I just fingered it nervously, turning it over and over. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to eat it.
A sigh escaped from my lips. If Isabella was trying to bore me to death then she was succeeding. The hatred boiled inside of me. Hadn't I given her a better life? I had taken her out of a life of running away and poverty, and placed her in a life of content and riches. Admittedly, it is wrong to sell your sister, but given our situation, I was doing her a favour! Ungrateful little cow!
I scrunched up my eyes in the childish hope that when I opened them, all would be how it was, and Isabella would be with Thornton, out of my life for a couple more years…hopefully forever. Unfortunately when I opened them, I was still caged up in a cell in a dungeon, waiting for my death sentence.
My subconscious decided that then was a good time to kick in, sending my mind to 'I'm not going to let you think' mode, and my eyes unfocused, yet focused on one spot of the impending darkness, awaiting the inevitable.
