Dead Trees

I couldn't do anything but watch from a distance as Blair fought against this man in which was playing Brom Bones. Matthew MacFlann was his actual name, I knew him from one of our enemy schools and it just so happens one of my friends dated him at one point. After a nasty struggle, his body fell to the floor, now without his head. It churned my stomach to see this, but somehow, it was getting easier and easier to watch. I hated myself for thinking that, but I just couldn't help it.

I was overlooking the entire situation from behind a few trees, sat on the giant black steed. I had recently changed into a pair of black leather trousers and a waistcoat, since the dress was not very practical for all of this riding. Now according to the legend, Ichabod Crane was supposed to come along and give the horseman back his head and save Katrina and then wave goodbye to Lady VanTassel. The only problem was that Arnya Meloni, who played Katrina had flu and was not coming out of the manor and there was no sign of Crane even arriving.

"Now?" Blair asked, mounting the horse. I had grown used to his games and replied simply:

"Baltus VanTassel." Upon arrival to 'Sleepy Hollow' he had greeted me nicely, but I overheard him talking about me afterwards. Lets not go there...

"Well done." He smiled. "Your go to do something."

"What?" I shouted at the top of my voice. All Blair did was let out a mighty laugh before turning the horse and galloping up towards the Manor house. It seems that most of the village were in there and if I was supposed to kill Baltus... then it would hard to do so quietly. Blair and myself were completely alone at this point, since all of the mercenaries we were with, had been sent somewhere with the heads of the victims.

"You ready?" He asked, as I dismounted the horse and began to walk up towards the Manor.

"Just watch me..." I said rather darkly. Something was burning on my neck... and as I looked down, still walking, the necklace I had found in the book was glowing a neon green. I felt a wave of something inside me and the loud voice of a woman laughing. I felt another burning sensation only this time in my chest, and my views on the whole situation changed. This was going to be fun!

I marched straight into the manor and demanded to see Baltus. I was guided, very friendlily, towards the drawing room, where I found him sat enjoying a glass of whiskey. He pried his eyes away from the book on his lap and sent me a smile.

"How can I help you young man?" He asked.

"First off, I am not a man and secondly, would you mind accompanying me by the window?" My tone was harsh yet firm. To my surprise he did so. Both of us stood by the window and he looked at me with a quizzical look upon his wrinkled face. In a sequence of perfectly timed moved, I smashed the window and pushed Baltus through it. Since he was quite a heavy lump of a man, he did not land outside of the window. Instead his neck was speared sharply by the broken glass and drowning gurgles were coming from the man. Within a few more seconds, he was dead. I smiled and called for Blair, who was all too happy to hack his head off his shoulders and place it in a drawstring bag.

"You seem different." He said, as I leapt onto the horse and wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't say anything, but let out a small laugh.

We too were now heading back into the Western Woods. The darkness was surrounding us and I couldn't help but feet watched. After a long walk through the woods, we dismounted in a clearing, the one behind the windmill! There in front of us was a massive tree, twisting in all directions in a very demonic manor. The tree of the dead. I had always thought that it was pure legend... But there I was stood in front of it.

"Don't move!" A voice shouted from behind a few trees. Out ran a smartly dressed man with a young woman and a young boy in tow.

"Ah! Ichabod Crane, Katrina VanTassel and Young Masbeth, how nice to see you." Blair said, turning on his heels and walking closer to the tree.

"Otherwise known as Markus Grapple, Arnya Meloni and Alex Fairmon." I added. There was sudden demonic laughter as the tree opened up and the original Lady VanTassel appeared. The necklace on my neck began to burn strongly and I walked over to her. Turning around I took one last look at the town I had only been in for just a few days and laughed. "Its amazing how people change." I said finally, looking towards Blair, who had Ichabod by the throat. Pulling a knife out of his glove he briefly slit it, letting the body go limp in his arms before dropping it onto the floor. He span his gaze to meet that of a terrified Young Masbeth and Katrina, who were now fleeing for their lives.

In one swift movement, he threw two knives, one hit Katrina directly in the back of her head, killing her instantly, but the other wedged itself through the back of Young Masbeth's knee. He fell over onto the floor writing in sheer pain. The sound of Blair's boots on the hard ground could be heard echoing, it was the last thing that Masbeth ever heard before he swiftly met his end by the swift action of a sword.

Blair came over to me and smiled. Lady VanTassel leapt back through the portal after a deafening scream. Pointless. I was too about to leap through the portal alongside Blair when a scream came from behind me;

"Don't you dare!" I span around on the spot to see Charlotte and Esteé running towards me. I ran towards them, with a knife in my hand. Much to my surprise, I received a punch in the side of my head, in which case I fell to the floor, temporarily unconscious. When I opened my eyes, I saw Charlotte remove the necklace from around my neck and throw it towards Blair. I felt the burning stop and I sat up, feeling more myself than ever.

"You came back." I said, hugging them both after standing. The look of disappointment was on Blair's face as he walked towards me.

"Maybe we'll meet again." He said, kissing my forehead before he too went through the portal, back to hell with his black steed.

It has been four weeks since we were rescued from Sleepy Hollow and it was all over the news. The necklace that I had been wearing was identified as Lady VanTassel's necklace, we did this by reading through the legend again. Who knows what happened when I put that necklace on, but it is my belief that I was slowly possessed by the tortured soul of Lady VanTassel. As for Blair, I have seen him walking the street outside my window every other night since Sleepy Hollow, he chooses to haunt me, but I have no idea why. All I do know is that I wont be forgetting that experience in a hurry, and that I now have a moody, restless demon trying to get my attention.

Life goes on I suppose... for now.

So yeh. I finished ! I just couldn't think of what to write and I'm sorry it took so long. I cant help but feel that it seems a little rushed but maybe i'll redo it in the future. As or now, im aiming to get more of these outstanding Fic's done before i start more. But the fanfiction gods wont leave me alone with new ideas... Damn it. :P