So sorry this took so long but a tropical storm passed through here – nothing serious, but I was using the time to catch up on my homework…still not finished actually, but anyway enjoy!

He approached the door of the room. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. Would it be worth it? He smiled. Even so, did he dare? He smirked and turned the knob. Emily awaited…

I knew what I could do to brighten this hopeless morning. Did I really need Kartik that badly? I'd go and visit Felicity. Yes, that's what I'd do. I sat up in bed.

I'd have to wait a while. I was an early bird and she was more of a night owl. What would I do to pass the time? Why, torture my brother, of course! Tom and Felicity did not wake at anything even resembling early.

I crept out of my room, for not only did I need to be quiet in my approach but grandmama would murder me for being in my brother's room with only a nightgown and my just-out-of-bed hairstyle.

The closer I got to everyone else's rooms, the more did I realize that I had no need to be quiet. Tom was snoring. Father was snoring. Even grandmama was snoring. And not just any snoring. They were sawing down trees. I'd have to tell them about that or I'd soon go deaf.

I slipped into his room. I smiled. He was sleeping like a baby. Then I pounced. For my own amusement's sake I hoped that he was still ticklish. He was. Both mine and his feminine squeals could be heard throughout the house.

"Gemma!" he gasped.

"Stop!" I grinned at him and continued with my torture. It was so much fun to se my older brother squirm. I laughed to myself.

"Gemma!" I stopped. That wasn't Tom. Oh crap! I forgot that someone else might have been woken by the all the noise we were making. I racked my brain for an explanation.

"Father, I…erm…I was simply going to ask Tom if he's seen...Emily." I finished lamely. He sees right through me, but stops to scratch his chin.

"Come to think of it, I didn't see Emily last night, or hear her cleaning up this morning."

"That's odd." Tom finally caught his breath. "I wonder where she could be?"

That is odd. I wonder…

"I'm going to get you for this."

"Now, now Emily. Let's not be hasty." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Who said that you are ever going to get out of here to find me?"

She almost laughed in his face. That was the problem with the Rakshana. They always underestimated women. Kartik would pay.

She smirked at his back as he left the room. Oh yes, he would pay for what he did to her.

"Tom, hurry up! I want to get to Miss Worthington's by noon."

"All right already! I'm here!"

"Finally!" I walked out of the door.

"Fee!"

"Gemma!"

"I've missed you!" I spun around. "Tom you can leave now. I'll find my way home soon enough." I sighed as he finally departed and Felicity escorted me into her house. Her parents were somewhere in France or Scotland or Italy. What was important was that they weren't there.

"The Middleton's invited us for dinner on Friday evening."

"How dreadful!"

"His parents and grandmamma are impossible. All they want us to do is get married and I'm sick of playing along"

"Well then, how about on Friday you play your own game." She grinned wickedly. As she yanked me off of the sofa and up the stairs by my arm, I could only imagine what she was plotting. She opened the closet door and pulled out three dresses. Now I knew what she was thinking.

"Fee, I can't!" The dresses were absolutely scandalous!

"Oh yes you can Gemma." She pointed to the dresses. "Now choose one."

One was emerald green and had one of the lowest necklines I had ever seen. Another was midnight blue and actually came above the knees. The last was black and looked so tight that I'd have to cut it to be able to fit in it.

"Fee…you can not be serious." Did she actually expect me to wear one of these?

"Choose or I'll choose for you." Well either way grandmama would murder me so…

"Just pick for me." She picked up the emerald green one and handed it to me.

"It brings out your eyes." She said innocently. Great, now I'd look like a harlot.

"Goodbye now Gemma. You must go home and try on your pretty dress." I almost wanted to smack the smile off of her face. I had to admit though,no one would even consider marriage after that. If I was lucky.

Foolish men, she thought as she withdrew her knives from her skirt. They thought that they could hold me?

She crept down the hallway, readying herself for anyone that might come her way. Shadows were coming around the corner. She paused and took aim at the only thing in her way of freedom. Plunk, plunk. They dropped, not even enough warning to make a noise.

They're good at killing, she thought as she escaped into daylight. I'm better.

Finally it took forever. I put a history project aside for this so leave reviews now. Emily's a murderer. Really I did not plan that but it seemed to work out.

Oh if you don't know a harlot is a prostitute.

I'm working hard at this, people- so I'll say it again. Please leave reviews.

And tell me what you think of evil Kartik and Emily and whether or not you think Fee and/or Tom should be too. Remember, this is Forsaken.

Happy belated Halloween. And Happy All Saint's Day.