Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own The Count of Monte Cristo or the characters,
they are owned by Alexander Dumas
What can Years of Darkness do to a Person?
When I had talked to the Count of Monte Cristo for the first time alone, I thought that my ears were deceiving me. He had planned to kill my only son in a duel. What had happened? Edmond Dantes would have never accepted such a meaningless event. He always respected everybody. Then again, Edmond Dantes was not the name he went by anymore. No, but the Count of Monte Cristo. Could years of darkness awaken another side of Dantes? A side that was willing to kill to spare his own? So many questions that I wanted to ask him, yet my mind was too confused with my heart swarming with emotions for my son's life and my ex-fiancée.
Dante's eyes were cold and intimidating. But years ago his eyes were warm and comforting. It had been so long since I had looked into his eyes, that I've lost tract. His eyes were as dark as coal. Only certain people had those type of eyes. The eyes my father talked about, the eyes that desired revenge. Why revenge? Was there a piece missing from the puzzle of my life that I did not know about? I told him that I have suffered too much ever since that day he was arrested for being a Bonapartist. I had lost my fiancée Edmond, but I still had my son; I was not prepared to lose my son at any cost.
As I pleaded for my son's life, The Count of Monte Cristo, or Dantes, told me something that will haunt me for years. He told me how my husband, along with the help of Monsieur Danglars, set up Edmond. I was so shocked. He told me of how he had spent years in darkness. I felt guilty right then. I couldn't believe that I became fickle and married the man who actually doomed my husband to a horrifying prison. I felt in some ways that this was my fault. If I had not married Fernand, and gave birth to Albert, I would not have gone through all of this unbearable pain. The Count of Monte Cristo was so heartless, when Edmond was good hearted. How could Edmond change this much in so many years? After endless minutes of quarreling, The Count of Monte Cristo agreed not to kill my son. How? Only the Lord knows. My heart was relieved in hearing this, but that would not last long. I first thought that the Count of Monte Cristo would resign the duel and not kill my son, but he had no intention in doing that. I was lost in a world of anguish, for this meant that there was only one option for the Count of Monte Cristo. He said that he would be willing to be killed to save my son's life. I was full of sadness and disgust at the same time. How could the count of Monte Cristo think that it would be all right to be killed, did he want me to go through more pain? I remember the first time Albert introduced the Count of Monte Cristo; my heart was full of joy and relief to know that the love I thought was dead was actually alive. Now, however, the count was willing to sacrifice his own life to save my son. Why is it that my life is so cursed! Nothing good has ever fallen onto me. It's amazing what years of darkness could do to such a sweet person.
My heart has been filled with pain for so long. I can't take this agony anymore. His black diamond eyes showed determination that I could not break. I wish I could have stopped him from leaving but my legs were paralyzed with fear and sorrow.
I now know what to do. My heart shall not take anymore misery. Even though I am the only one who knows of the Count of Monte Cristo's true identity, I must break that secret and tell my son. Oh God, please give me the courage to save the Count of Monte Cristo.
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so what do you think? This is like my very first fanfic. So please read and review and no flames please! ^^
What can Years of Darkness do to a Person?
When I had talked to the Count of Monte Cristo for the first time alone, I thought that my ears were deceiving me. He had planned to kill my only son in a duel. What had happened? Edmond Dantes would have never accepted such a meaningless event. He always respected everybody. Then again, Edmond Dantes was not the name he went by anymore. No, but the Count of Monte Cristo. Could years of darkness awaken another side of Dantes? A side that was willing to kill to spare his own? So many questions that I wanted to ask him, yet my mind was too confused with my heart swarming with emotions for my son's life and my ex-fiancée.
Dante's eyes were cold and intimidating. But years ago his eyes were warm and comforting. It had been so long since I had looked into his eyes, that I've lost tract. His eyes were as dark as coal. Only certain people had those type of eyes. The eyes my father talked about, the eyes that desired revenge. Why revenge? Was there a piece missing from the puzzle of my life that I did not know about? I told him that I have suffered too much ever since that day he was arrested for being a Bonapartist. I had lost my fiancée Edmond, but I still had my son; I was not prepared to lose my son at any cost.
As I pleaded for my son's life, The Count of Monte Cristo, or Dantes, told me something that will haunt me for years. He told me how my husband, along with the help of Monsieur Danglars, set up Edmond. I was so shocked. He told me of how he had spent years in darkness. I felt guilty right then. I couldn't believe that I became fickle and married the man who actually doomed my husband to a horrifying prison. I felt in some ways that this was my fault. If I had not married Fernand, and gave birth to Albert, I would not have gone through all of this unbearable pain. The Count of Monte Cristo was so heartless, when Edmond was good hearted. How could Edmond change this much in so many years? After endless minutes of quarreling, The Count of Monte Cristo agreed not to kill my son. How? Only the Lord knows. My heart was relieved in hearing this, but that would not last long. I first thought that the Count of Monte Cristo would resign the duel and not kill my son, but he had no intention in doing that. I was lost in a world of anguish, for this meant that there was only one option for the Count of Monte Cristo. He said that he would be willing to be killed to save my son's life. I was full of sadness and disgust at the same time. How could the count of Monte Cristo think that it would be all right to be killed, did he want me to go through more pain? I remember the first time Albert introduced the Count of Monte Cristo; my heart was full of joy and relief to know that the love I thought was dead was actually alive. Now, however, the count was willing to sacrifice his own life to save my son. Why is it that my life is so cursed! Nothing good has ever fallen onto me. It's amazing what years of darkness could do to such a sweet person.
My heart has been filled with pain for so long. I can't take this agony anymore. His black diamond eyes showed determination that I could not break. I wish I could have stopped him from leaving but my legs were paralyzed with fear and sorrow.
I now know what to do. My heart shall not take anymore misery. Even though I am the only one who knows of the Count of Monte Cristo's true identity, I must break that secret and tell my son. Oh God, please give me the courage to save the Count of Monte Cristo.
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so what do you think? This is like my very first fanfic. So please read and review and no flames please! ^^