Chapter 1: Walking Dead
Hareton was sitting by the fire when all of a sudden he heard a high pitched screech. "Hareton! Good Lord! I…I…" Cathy came bursting in, look disheveled. Her hair resembled a large bird's nest, full of leaves and twigs, while her face was smudged with mud.
"What the devil is going on, Cathy? Spit it out!" Hareton demanded of his newlywed wife.
"I was strolling through the moors when I saw…saw…"
"Saw what, dammit!" Hareton was getting a little nervous from the tension and fear radiating from Cathy.
"I saw Heathcliff and my father!"
"What! Their dead! How is it possible for their dead bodies to be walking in the moors! Furthermore, what in God's name were you doing out in the moors by yourself? I thought you were going into town."
"Well, I was going to town, but I forgot my basket. As I was hurrying back, I decided to stop by at Thrushcross Grange to see my old home. Before I reached the garden I heard two voices babbling. I went to investigate because I thought I heard my father's voice but I couldn't see due to the thick mist; I snuck closer to the two familiar voices. To my disbelief I found that the voices belonged to my dead father and uncle. They both looked at me with horror; I've never seen my father look so frightened and sad, except when he found out that I had been visiting Linton at Wuthering Heights so many years ago. 'Cathy…' Edgar started. I let out a loud scream and ran all the way here."
"What the Hell are you talking about? Do you think it's funny? I was so worried about you, you were gone the whole day and I was about to send Joseph after you only to find you charging into the room talking nonsense!! Heathcliff was like a father to me, and its despicable for you to dishonor his name in such a way." Hareton's voice had been getting louder, and he was now standing looking defensive.
"Does it look like I'm lying!! Besides I saw my father as well, it hurts me as much as it hurts you!" Cathy countered, while slamming her fists onto the table. Sighing, Hareton crept over to his crying wife's side and comforted her tears.
Meanwhile, on the moors…
"Edgar! We were seen by your foolish daughter! Do you realize how much trouble we are going to get into? It's your entire fault!" Heathcliff shouted in disgrace while holding up his hands in a threatening gesture. His black eyes narrowed, shooting fiery hate towards the fragile blonde before him.
"My fault? You were screaming at me." Edgar replied meekly, his eyes shifting nervously around the haze surrounding them. "Besides maybe she will think it was a trick of the light."
"A trick of the light? A trick of the LIGHT?" Heathcliff shouted slamming his fist into a nearby tree, "There is no damn light on the damn moors, you dolt. Face it, we're going to Hell now!" Heathcliff's translucent face was now flushed red with anger.
"I don't want to go to Hell!" Edgar cried, holding his face in his hands. His weak body was crumpled on the ground, his shoulders shaking; Heathcliff felt no sympathy for the man crying at his feet.
"Pull yourself together, dammit! I don't want to spend the rest of my miserable after life with a blundering idiot, especially now that we're going to Hell." Heathcliff tormented Edgar, enunciating the word Hell.
"Noooooooo!" Edgar screamed in agony.
"Shut up, fools!" a harsh, booming voice interjected. Edgar and Heathcliff whipped their heads toward the authoritative tone, only to find that it was a seven-year-old girl. She had long flowing red hair with crimson eyes to match; she was wearing a frilly pink dress and was holding a bunny rabbit that was missing both of its eyes and one ear. "Your babbling has disturbed the spirits. Not only have you awakened the resting dead, but you woke me up from my afternoon nap. I also have reason to believe that you were seen by a human, a living human--"
"Who the hell are you?" Heathcliff interrupted.
"I am Death's Sister, and if I feel the need, I will send big brother after you." She responded sweetly batting her eyes while giving a stomach-lurching grin, all the while creeping closer to the two men.
"No! We are so sorry! He didn't mean that!!" Edgar cried as he launched to grovel at her feet.
"Get off me, you swine!" She kicked at poor Edgar who writhed in pain on the dewy grass.
"My turn!" Heathcliff laughed and kicked Edgar in the ribs, causing Edgar to cry out.
"Stop, please! You're hurting me!" Edgar cautiously stood up, trembling. He wiped away tears that had slipped out from under his eyelids
"Yes, do stop, Heathcliff. He is clearly not worth it." The apparition droned, she looked bored as she glanced up at Heathcliff's menacing body.
"Finally, someone who understands me." Heathcliff smiled, looking more pleasant than he had in years.
"Yeah, well don't look so happy, you're not so worthy of my affections either." Heathcliff stopped laughing as the little monster gave him a death glare. "In fact, I am disgusted by both of you. Every spirit knows that they are not to be seen by a living human. You two have broken the golden rule; you two must be punished. Since you two clearly hate each other, you will be forced to live with each other in the century that is feared by all spirits: the 21st Century."
Death's Sister was now looking expectantly at the distance as storm clouds approached. Heathcliff and Edgar could hear thunder booming. Suddenly a lightning bolt scorched the earth where the little girl once stood. In her place now stood an ultra-hot bikini babe from centuries ahead holding a magic staff. Edgar averted his eyes and started to walk slowly away, blushing. Heathcliff, on the other hand, had to try with all his might not to touch her. "Time for you punishment." The hot model spoke with a velvety voice. She raised the staff above her head and threw it at the two awe-struck men. As they touched it, the model slowly transformed into the little girl once again, laughing maliciously the entire time. Heathcliff and Edgar, after catching the staff, fell into blackness.
A/N: Hi guys thanks so much for reading!! This is my first story and I would appreciate it very very much if you wrote a review!! BTW... I don't own Wuthering Heights...
