Chapter 3. This chapter is rather dark so I hope you still like it. Evil Hal $:-{[

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Chapter 3 - Fear

12th February 1619

'- And then, Ariel says:

''I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently." And then Prospero says that if she… or he, I was never really sure... anyway... Prospero says that if Ariel does what he says then in two days he will set him, or her, free. So then Ariel says "what do I have to do?" and Prospero replies:

"Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!"

'And then Ariel just vanishes, into thin air. Well, not literally, obviously, because it was on a stage, but I imagine that, if it was real, then that's what he/she would have done.'

Over the past day, Isabella had treated Hal to, not only the top ten greatest arias of all time (which had, to be honest, sounded like she was being murdered again) but to the entire works of Shakespeare. At the moment she was on to The Tempest. She had informed him that she had first seen The Tempest on the 10th of November 1611 with her father and brother when she was 12 and that it was her favourite. Hal thought it was a bit far fetched, as if wizards could ever exist, that was ridiculous.

'Am I a spirit?' she asked, Hal ignored her, he hadn't spoken to her since the tavern. 'Ariel is a spirit. Do you think I can do all the things that she/he can? Like turning into a Harpy and appearing out of nowhere and controlling the weather? I'm going to give it a go.' She closed her eyes and concentrated and in the next moment she had vanished from his side. Hal groaned, she had learnt to do the strange disappearing and appearing thing that he had seen some ghosts do before, he hated it, it always made him jump right out of his skin.

This ghost was really starting to get annoying now, she had been right, the horse and the writing was nothing in comparison to how irritating she could be just by talking to him. And the worst part was that she wasn't frightened of him. After what he had done to her she had no right not to be scared of him, the idea of it both infuriated and impressed him. He had seen ghosts of his other victims tremble so much they couldn't stand at the sight of him, the most experienced of werewolves and vampires twice his age speak his name in whispers, terrified at the thought of him, but Isabella wasn't afraid like them, he obviously hadn't given her enough reason to fear him. Fortunately, he had a plan.

'So, update on the spiriting: I can move from one place to another. I tried turning into a harpy but strangely enough, that didn't work, neither did the weather controlling, but you know, practice makes perfect.' Isabella smiled, when she had appeared next to him, Hal had jumped so much that he had spilt his glass of blood all over himself.

Dispute ignoring her, Hal had been listening to Isabella's constant babbling and amongst the mindless trivia she had mentioned a few interesting things, namely a certain cousin by the name of Lady Margaret who was at court. Isabella had probably told him this bit of what she thought to be useless information in an effort to irritate him but he found it very useful indeed, it was essential to his plan. If Isabella was going to follow him around for eternity then he would show her what that truly ment.

He spotted her at the feast that night. She was sitting with the Queen's ladies. At first glance you wouldn't believe that this girl was related to Isabella. Where Isabella's hair was a soft brown, like dark honey and fell in ringlets, Margaret's was dark and thick and it looked like she had only just managed to tame it into the knot at the back of her head. Her face was plain as well, she wasn't unpleasant looking but it was a huge contrast to Isabella's high cheek bones, that were lightly touched with pink and her straight nose and soft pink lips that revealed her perfect teeth when she smiled. He couldn't deny that Isabella was beautiful, that's why he had chosen her, it was also why he had made such a mess of her, pretty girls brought out the beast in him. The only similarity between Isabella and Margaret were their eyes. Those deep blue/green pools that looked like you could drown in them. No, Margaret wasn't his usual type but if this plan was to work then be would need to go with it.

Isabella was sitting next to him babbling on about a puppy she had owned when she was nine. She was completely oblivious to what was going on in Hal's head. He laughed at her naivety, even though he had killed her she still had no idea what he truly was. Soon enough that would change. He couldn't wait to see her reaction, to wipe that smug grin of her face. She would fear him.

When he stood up and walked over to where Margaret was sitting, Isabella followed. She smiled when she saw her cousin.

'Maggie.' She whispered, but when she realised that Hal was heading for her, he could tell that she was starting to get suspicious.

'Lady Margaret,' Hal began, falling into his well practiced routine of charm and wit, might you do me the honor of giving me this dance?' There was a lot of giggling at this, Hal waited patiently for it to subside.

'Henry, what are you doing?' Asked Isabella. Hal ignored her.

Once the girls had calmed down, Margaret rose to her feet 'I would like that very much, sir.' She replied. Hal held out his arm and Margaret took it. He lead her onto the dance floor.

It only took one song, a personal record for him, the stupid girl was gazing up at him completely smitten. Her heart was racing and her breathing shallow, he had her now, she was trapped. He lead her to the edge of the hall, near the door. Isabella was there, all the laughter had disappeared from her face now, she looked slightly confused.

'Might I steal a kiss?' whispered Hal to Margaret, just loud enough for Isabella to hear. He hoped she would cotton on, this was the line he had used on her. Margaret nodded shyly.

'No, Maggie don't.'

Hal was in his element now, jokes and smiles and empty promises, it took practically no time at all to coax the girl upstairs.

'No.'

He could tell the ghost was getting anxious now, perhaps she had figured it out, perhaps not. Maybe she was just disbelieving. It wasn't until they turned into the corridor to Hal's bed chamber that she finally got it.

'Henry, please don't do this. Please, don't hurt her.'

Hal smiled, she was pleading, there was fear in her voice. This is what he liked to hear. He ignored her and kept walking, his arm around the waist of the girl, blissfully ignorant of her fate.

'Please, Henry.'

Hal's smile got wider, tears. They reached his door, he opened it, allowing Margaret to enter. Then, as he turned to shut the door behind him, he looked Isabella straight in the eyes.

'Please' she whispered, but Hal just smiled.

Izzy sat outside the room. It had been a few hours since Maggie's screams had subsided, Izzy had listened to every one like they were coming from her own mouth. When she closed her eyes she could imagine exactly what was happening in that room, no, not imagine, remember.

She could remember his kiss, his breath on her neck and then how pleasure had turned to pain as his teeth tore at her flesh, how she had tried to fight him off but he was too strong and then... nothing. When she opened her eyes she was in a corridor, bright white, shining. She had walked forward cautiously, she could see people at the end of the corridor but she couldn't quite make them out. It wasn't till she had got closer that she noticed the cruel wooden staffs, thick as tree trunks and harsh, strong ropes and feathered wings, as black as night. Izzy had turned heel and run as fast and as far as she could but they were still there, right behind her. Terror like she had never felt before gripped her insides as she closed her eyes and opened them unto to a blood stained room and a sleeping vampire.

Up until now Izzy hadn't thought about her death. It had been a blur, surreal, like she hadn't really been experiencing it but had been watching from a distance, like through the wrong end of a telescope. Up until now she hadn't really realised what Henry was. As her death had been unreal, so had been the idea that he was a murderer, she had been so stupid. Sir Henry Yorke was a monster. Cold blooded and evil. Izzy had taunted him, baited him and now Maggie had paid for it. Izzy had felt so powerless to stop it, so dead.

The door in front of her creaked open and there he was, his face, hair and clothing immaculate despite what she knew he had just done. Henry looked down at her and Izzy found that she couldn't meet his eyes, instead she settled for somewhere around his chin.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile which grew gradually wider. It was a smile of triumph, a smile of victory. Izzy knew that he could see the tears in her eyes, he could see the pain and the sorrow and the fear and he knew that he had won.

He shut his door behind him and strolled down the corridor. Izzy followed him. Why? Because she felt that there was nothing else she could do.

Phew. That was a little dark and I have darker coming up :/ but I will try and keep as much humor as possible :)

Quick question: To Hizzy or not to Hizzy? Because I have no idea, it will have no impact on the story either way, so they could just be good friends. So im putting it to the vote but be warned, if I get further into the story and realise that it wont work then I may just ignore you. Izzy is 19, and of noble blood, if that helps your decision.

Thanks for reading, and please review, it gives me an excuse to check my phone when I should be revising :)

And Remember: To Hizzy or not to Hizzy? That is the question.