The Legend of Sleepy Hollow from Katrina Van Tassel's POV

by brooktroutlittleriver

The Hessian has been reeking havoc in Sleepy Hollow and it's up to Katrina, Ichabod, and young Masbeth to solve the case of the Headless Horseman. Told from Katrina Van Tassel's point of view and is based off the movie version of Sleepy Hollow. I do not own the story The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I do not own Sleepy Hollow, all characters and story are made from Washington Irving.

2. Meeting Ichabod Crane

"I am looking for Baltus Van Tassel," He tells me sheepishly.

"I am Katrina Van Tassel, his daughter," I reply looking around for my father.

"And you have not yet told us your name!" Brom says unhappily.

"I better go find him..." The man starts to walk off. My gaze follows him.

"Mind your manners!" Brom grabs the mans shoulder and turns him around so he is facing him.

"Brom!" I nearly shout.

"Lets have no raised voices," My father calls as he walks down the stairs with my stepmother in toe.

"We have hosted this party to brighten hearts in these such dark times." He says. I nod and look pointedly toward Brom. He lets go of the man's shoulder.

The man steps out and holds a hand out to my father, "I am Constable Ichabod Crane," Ichabod tells my father, "I have come to figure out the strange happenings of the murders in Sleepy Hollow."

"Ichabod," I think to myself. I will have to remember that name.

"Than Sleepy Hollow is thankful Constable Crane," My stepmother tells him with a warm smile, "And, you will be staying here of course.""Thank you, Lady Van Tassel," Ichabod replies with the first smile I've seen him wear tonight.

"Mrs. Van Tassel will show you to your room now," my father tells Ichabod.

"Thank you, again," another smile from Constable Crane.

My stepmother leads him up the stairs and out of sight. I sigh heavily and turn back to Brom and his hopeful smile. I smile slightly back, "I'm suddenly feeling very tired, could you excuse me Brom?" I give him the most dazzling smile I can muster.

"Of course Katrina," He says without a fault in his smile, but I can see in his eyes that he is hurt, but I pretend not to notice it.

I walk up the stairs to my room and push open the door, walk inside and lock it. I walk to my dresser animatedly and grab my bedclothes, still thinking intently about Ichabod Crane.

"I wonder why he wants to help us," I think as I change, "He was probably forced. Nobody would come willingly to help diminish the Hessian."

I lie down in bed, covering myself with the wool blankets, "If I have the chance I'll talk to him tomorrow and ask," I promise myself.

I turn off the light and close my eyes, exhausted from all the days drama. "Yes, I will ask him why he has come here," and that is the last thing I think before I drift off into a deep sleep clouded with dreams of the Hessian and Ichabod Crane.