Night. I slowly paced to her grave. Thinking. What I could have done differently? Lament. My last words were harsh. Ringing. They forever play and re-play in my head. Hate. They did it, they got rid of my young wife. Longing. I wished she was here, in my arms. Tears. I fall to the ground.

It was snowing agian. She loved the snow. Orchid. Such a simple name. Yet... It's so hard to say. She was my wife at one point. My foolish choices were the ones that lead her to her death. I regret everything I did. I want to die. But, she would want me to continue to live. For her, I will. I slowly got up to my knees. I look up.

Shock. There were people at her grave. Not visitor's. I was the only one who visited her grave. They were, grave roberers. I got up, I ran to her grave. I stopped. Father. Jizabelle. They were the ones digging up her grave. "W-.... W-what...?" My voice trailled off. They looked at me. They stopped what they were doing.

Father got out of the shallow hole. So did Jizabelle. Blackness. I awoke. Home. Was it a dream? No. I would never dream such a thing. Or... Would I? I was sure this time. It must have been real. I got up and looked out the window. It was snowing. It was just early morning. Lust.

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I walked to her grave. Sure enough, it was fine. Undisturbed. Her death was only three, long days ago. I layed flowers on her grave. Orchids. I felt they were meaningful to her. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "Cain.." Riff said to me. Placing his hand delicately on my shoulder. I shook my head. "It was my fault," I sobbed. "You shoudn't blame yourself my lord," He said.

But, it was was my fault. My last words rung inside my head again. Her scream melted it self with my last words. The sight of her bloody body burned into my mind, to forever been seen through my eyes. No matter how many tears I cried, that last image of her will always be there. Haunting me. No matter how many screams I hear, her's will always be heard. It was her. Stuck inside my mind. It burned knowing it was because I pushed her away.

I slowly walked away. Only to stop, I turned around, I took a closer look around her grave. There were foot prints. Even closer. Her grave was dug up. But... How long ago? Last night? The night after she was burried? I had to find out. This was too much to be taken lightly. But... Where could I start? Finding father was right next to impossible.

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I stood at her grave. She made me long forget my love for Suzette. Orchid. Beauty, passion, love, happiness, grace. She was all these things and more. Then, there she was. Standing before me. But, as the young boy I found her pretending to be in the beginning. Shock and numbness welled over me. She gazed at me with her dark eyes. I couldn't move. "The Earl..." I heard her murmer. I stared at her. Is this her ghost...? "Beautiful Earl..." She murmered. This must be a dream... "Lord Cain..." She continued. "Cain..." She whispered. "Cain..." She got louder. "Cain...." She said. "Cain....?" She questioned. "Cain...!" She exclaimed. "Cain!" She shouted. She kept screaming my name.

She ran to me. Her voice was filled with hate. She swiftly pulled a knife out, plunged it deeply into my heart. Thump. Thump.. Thump... Thump..... Thump.... Dead.


Sorry for the first one so Short. This is Book 2 To Silent Screams. I think I'm going to just call it Silent Nights for now. Rename is later on. This chapter is actually called "Thump. Thump. Dead." Review please!!