Sooo I lost my account wich was 666 im sry that updating took so long, I have had…problems lets leav it at that. So enjoy peeps…oooo I is getting the horseman's sword…bloody post is so slow! I'm also extremely sorry for the changing names…we are staying on Janise, it went from janet to Janise to debby to Candice to sarah, and then worst to Lindsay, but sticking to Janise

"so you have brought one of your own kind into the midst of this wonderous night?" asked Ichabod

"keine, she came of her own accord, from her own time"

"beg pardon," Ichabod was quite bemused by this statement

"my lady friend is actualy with me by choice, not force. She is…mortal and pure."

Ichabod opened his mouth to speak but the women reentered the room.

"Janise this was stupi, come, we shall take our leave." The horseman looked down in amazement to see the girl's hand clasping his. She gazed at him and he could have sworn he detected a hint of love in her eyes.

They neared the end of the vortex and Janise stared up at him. The horseman seemed a little unsure of what to do with the girl. He obviously felt a strange bond with her, they were both outcasts, but he couldn't keep her. He puzzled over this as the girl dismounted.

"so, what shall we do now?" she asked staring at him softly.

He stood in silence for a long moment,"WE, don't do anything, YOU go home and I leave!" his words had a chilling stab of intensity to them. He saw how hurt Janise was and he felt some what sorry.

"is that what you really want?" she asked quietly, she felt as though someone had slaped her.

"What I want doesn't mater, there is so much about you that you will never live to understand." He shoved her from his path and climbed onto daredevil. She stood dumbfounded, how could he be so kind in one breath and then so spiteful in the next.

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"look, an eye for an eye. You returned my head, and I took you to your favorite story, that's it, our little exchange is over."

"but I thought we were…"

"what? Friends? I'm a demon what did you expect?"

She turned and crying, ran back to her house. She slipped the key into the lock and closed the door behind her. Once inside she threw herself onto the bed, flopping back on the pillows. She starred at her desk with a manic glint to her eye. The drawer opened as if she were in a dream; she pulled the blood crusted razor from the back and starred at its elegant shine.

Outside the horseman starred at his hores "well, she is gone, don't look so supprised, we both knew what she was when she sat down." Cristophe mounted his stead and trotted silently down the street, until a thought occurred to him, what could he do, just walk away leave her like this. He leaped down and sprinted to her window to say goodbye.

Inside the room, she starred at the blood trickling onto her white carpet. She hadn't done this in such a long time. The scars of her past were almost invisible. The razor slid gracefully up her arm, crossing each of the past horizontal scratches. This was it, no turning back, if she couldn't have the one man she always wanted, she would die to be with him in hell.

Cristophe peered in the window and gave a gentle rap on the glass. To hiss horror his beloved lay drenched in blood in the middle of the room. He ripped the window from its sill. As he climbed through, she turned her limp neck to gaze at the man. "it is impolite to enter a lady's room without…" she trailed off as her eyes rolled upward. He yelled and picked her up. The horseman ran to the front lawn in hopes he could beg his master to save her life. As he pulled the lifeless girl up to the sadle, a bright light rained down on them like blzzing snow…