Wuthering Nights
part 1
He was so alone. His only one had gone. Gone so quickly there had been no chance to save her.
Never again would he hear her laugh, see her smile, feel the touch of her hand as a reminder of what might have been.
His beautiful, aggravating, fearless girl. His savior, his destruction.
His Cathy.
It had been 200 years since her death, and still her face haunted him.
He could not erase the way her eyes looked at him when she was angry and how she smiled at him when they were young.
The closest he could get was coming back here, the place where he had loved and lost her and she had loved and been lost.
He had never really died, merely choosing to sleep as the dragons had done.
Catherine Earnshaw had been his, his. Linton had had no right to take his heart, his life, his Soulmate.
He had disappeared for a few years it was true. But he had come back and she had died.
He had been planning to give her this new powerful blood he had gotten on his travels.
They would have been together forever. Joined through the magick of the Nightworld,
the two of them would have ruled England for all time.
Cathy and Heathcliff.
It had been meant to be, but instead she had died, leaving him in soulless misery.
An ocean away from where Heathcliff sat brooding over his lost love, 19 year old Katerine Earlsaw opened her eyes.
Katerine jumped out of bed happily. Unlike the entire student body of UOT she was definitely a morning person, loving to walk around with her shockingly violet eyes misted over.
She felt as though she could see the ghosts of the past while she wandered through the mist.
"Thank God that I have no classes today" She thought to herself as she passed by the main campus.
She reached the empty park and smiled slowly, but not completely. This was close, but not exactly right.
"But its always been like this" she told herself, she had never felt as though everything was right where it ought to be.
Shaking off the uncommonly solemn mood she was in she smiled again and started wandering and thinking.
Her English course was studying Wuthering Heights right now and something was making Kat uneasy about it. She felt a connection to Catherine Earnshaw she couldn't explain. The description of the character was startlingly close to her own looks, and name, but how she felt went deeper then that. It was as though she could feel Cathy's indecision and could feel the madness sinking into her as Cathy died.
The class sat, staring at the boredom on the screen All except Kat. As she watched Catherine Linton struggle through her last night, she was experiencing exactly what had happened and in her mind there was the image of Cathy, but not as she was played by he actress. Kat sat transfixed as the images played out like a memory in her mind.
It was like every breath took too much effort to bother to take the next one. In her mind she was screaming, begging someone, anyone to end this horrible torment she was in.
"MAKE IT STOP!!" Her mind screeched one last time before the bell rang, shattering the image and ending the pain
Breathing heavily, Kat dashed back to her room, ignoring her friends questioning looks and slamming her door shut. She collapsed onto her bed and shut her eyes, trying to block the remnants of those minutes, had it really only been minutes? Of knowing the pain of death.
"MAKE IT STOP!!" Exploded into Heathcliff's mind and he fell to the ground, feeling for the second time, the pain from the link as Cathy died. For a few more minutes, the pain went on replaying as the image of his Soulmates death over and over and over until he thought he would go mad from the pain it caused.
Finally the pain disappeared and he shakily got to his feet leaning against a sizable boulder feeling as though he had gotten hit with a sledgehammer repeatedly, by someone with a vendetta.
Once he managed to get his breath back, he realized that aside from the pain and images, there had been another consciousness, the girl who had screamed for it to stop. The voice had been so familiar and yet so different from his Cathy's mind voice.
With a jolt he realized that that was because it was the same. Or at least close enough. It would seem his angel was an old soul.
With the first real smile to cross his lips in 2 centuries, Heathcliff started running.