Night's Moon and Noon Day's Sun
Don't own A Great and Terrible Beauty or Rebel Angels
This starts off right after Rebel Angels
(Kartik's POV)
I stood there dazed, with mixed feeling one, is angry for her to come her putting herself in danger, the other is one I don't quite know, it is new to me, an alien feeling.
The words rang through my ears, 'And allegiance to the Order…is that the only fealty you require of me?' Then she whispered, 'Yes, that is all.' Is that all she wanted from me? No protection, nothing else. Gemma Doyle, she confuses me so. Just when I think I understand her, she does something unplanned, unexpected, leaving my questioning everything. I would still protect her of course; I shuddered at the thought if something happened to her. The smell of her still lingers in the room, teasing me and hunting me. I sat down on the bed still mulling over everything. Maybe, she doesn't trust me, because what my order was. The thought of Gemma lying cold and pale, never to see her smile or blush again, her strangely beautiful green eyes staring blackly at nothing, her golden red hair a halo around her head, never to be moved again, I loathed the thought. I couldn't, I just couldn't.
She was so different then to how society sees her. She was a free sprit, never going to be how society really wants her. She was a beautiful bird in a cage, wanting to get out but couldn't. Society, I loath it too, it was what was stopping me, stopping Gemma. She would go off and marry someone like Simon Middleton, Simon Muddleton, how I would like to get my hands on that fop's neck. I thought back to the night Gemma went to his house and how he touched her beautiful hair. My hands clenched into flits the thought of it. Maybe I was jealousy of him, for doing something I only dream of. The fop doesn't even know how good he has it. Gemma fancies him, or fancied him. I wonder if Gemma every things of him that way? Why should she, then she has Simon, and others, she could have even man that she wanted, why do she look at on Indian boy as she called me. My heart stung at my own thoughts. I lay down looking up at the ceiling, thinking. Soon sleep come over me.
I saw Gemma walking with another man, their arms linked and they are laughing. I'm walking behind them so I couldn't see who the man was. Gemma gently leans her hand on his shoulder and he gently strokes her hair. I can tell that she is happy; I wish that that man could be me and instead of walking down the streets of London, we are in India. She gently turns her head and kisses the man's cheek. I run toward them, no Gemma. The man turns and wraps his arms around Gemma, my Gemma, then he leans down and kisses her on her lips, she wraps her arms around his neck and deepness the kiss. I feel my heart break, no, Gemma.
I wake up. It was a dream, all a dream. No, it's not, Gemma will find another man, one that she will love and that scene will come. I jumped out of bed and quickly started packing, I need to see Gemma. I need Gemma. I then was out the in a flash, rushing to Spence Academy.