Chapter VII

The sound of happily chirping birds and bright sunshine is what greeted Abbie when the restful sleep left her body. She could not remember a time when she has slept so soundly. She could not remember a time when she slept past 8am. Her eyes slowly opened only to see her dark hair obscuring her vision. Abbie closed her eyes and sighed with contentment. A couple more hours of sleep was fine with her as she settled in again beneath the warmth of the blankets. Her hand reached out beneath the blankets searching for her bedmate but the warm spot beside her was empty. Where was Abraham? Deep throbbing above her right breast made Abbie open her eyes again. The feeling was one of soothing pressure not painful jabs. All the events of the past two days came flooding back to her and Abbie racked her dark hair from her face and quickly sat up in the bed.

Abraham Van Brunt stood at the end of the bed watching her with a dark expression. He was still shirtless and did not seem in a big hurry to cover his muscle. Abbie stared at his chest and then raised her eyes towards the dark blues staring back at her. What was he thinking? Did he think that now she would stay here because she had nowhere else to go? Did he think that she owed him something because he had saved her from Moloch? As she continued staring into his eyes, she watched the blue turn to black as he continued watching her. She saw his eyes dip down the front of the thin night dress that she wore and linger on her breasts. The scar began to ache as well as the flesh between her thighs. Abbie quickly looked away from the darkening orbs and pulled the blankets up around her scantily clad body feeling herself trembling with a longing that she had been fighting for two days. What was it about him that made her insides wither and long for his touch and his flesh? She could not use the argument that he was evil anymore because he had proven that he was anything but. He had spared Ichabod's life and saved countless others from Moloch's evil. He was not there to harm her. He was not unattractive to her. He did make her feel safe and wanted when he was near her. Just the thought of him made her…; Abbie closed her eyes and gripped the blankets tighter.

"You slept well." He watched her body outline tremble beneath the blankets as he spoke. Even the sound of his voice was enough to make her desire him.

"I have you to thank for that." Abraham waited for her to look at him before he spoke again. After a few minutes, she grew curious of his silence and turned her gaze towards him. His blue eyes darkened.

"You are a brave woman. Not many would have wanted to fight against Lord Milan for the fear of losing. I admire that in you."

She slowly smiled at his words. "Thank you."

"I can see why Ichabod is so close to you. You are very loyal even in the face of danger."

Abbie relaxed her grip on the blankets growing more comfortable in Abraham's presence. "Why did you join Moloch? You seem too strong to let anyone sway you from what you want?"

"I will have what I want…with you Abigail." Abraham walked towards the window and watched the rising steam roll down the hills towards his home.

"I was betrayed by the two people that I cared about most in this world. My broken heart and the need for revenge made Moloch's offer seem reasonable: my soul for revenge against Ichabod and Katrina. I accepted what he offered and he gave me power and immortality. I did not realize that I had a choice until I saw you."

Abraham turned from the window and gazed at the woman in his bed watching him. Her death grip on the blankets had lessen and he could see his mark upon her right breast glowing.

"After Corbin's death,"

"Yes, the look on your face and made me pause and then you shot at me. Most would run but you would fight for those that you love. I needed that. I needed someone like you. I began to watch you and follow you and Ichabod as you fought against Moloch. I saw your compassion, loyalty, and most of all your beauty. I wanted that and this was when I realized that I had had a choice with Moloch. For centuries, I blamed Ichabod and Katrina for what I am; but now I know that I am to blame for what happened to me. If I had had someone like you then, this world would not be as it is now."

The blonde horseman walked towards the bed and stared down into the dark brown eyes looking up at him. "I am however grateful for one thing that Moloch gave me. This immortality kept me here long enough to find you."

Abbie watched his eyes dip down her body and realized that the blankets had dropped from around her skin. She quickly grabbed it and covered her body. She returned her gaze to Abraham. She noticed the darkness of his eyes, and slowly turned away from him. She did not want to look at him as he stared at her because she was afraid that he would see that she as losing the battle with her desire to be near him. She thought that she needed time but her body was saying otherwise. She had waited for over two years. She had purged all her feelings of uselessness and not being wanted. Her mind had decided that she could live without a man's touch; but her flesh had not. Abraham was the perfect specimen of muscle to make her feel complete and then some. Abbie squeezed her eyes shut feeling a sharp pain of lust whip through her body. She gathered her senses and replied to his statement. "I… I don't know what to say about that Abraham. You are or were my most hated enemy. I don't know how to take comfort in your words"

Abraham stared at her beautiful profile for a moment while fighting the need to see her uncovered. He wanted to rip the blanket from her grasp, grab her by the ankles, and pull her towards the end of the bed. He wanted to destroy the thin night dress and inform her that she will never wear anything to bed again. He wanted to touch every inch of her body until she begged him to do whatever he wanted to her. Her flesh knew the cure for her loneliness…him.

Her mind would take more convincing. The former headless horseman had a past to conquer.

Even if his hands were working for the good now sometimes that was not enough for everyone. "Seeing to your comfort is all that I want."

That was not all that he wanted. He had told her what he wanted and if she were truthful with herself, she would know that she was not opposed to his need. He was a creature with immense power and had a dominating will to have what he wanted. He had defied his master for her. He would never stop trying to convince her that she was his. A tremor ran through Abbie's body as lust again reared its power over her. A sudden chill accompanied it and caused the Sleepy Hollow Lieutenant to grip the blankets even tighter to warm her body. Abbie could not get warm as her body continued to tremble. The cold seemed to originate from the scar above her right breast. The aching scar blocked the natural heat of her body; it was calling for its master to warm his mate. Abbie let a broken moan escape her lips as she pulled the blankets even closer. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to look up at the man moving around to her side of the bed.

"Why is it making me cold?"

Abraham moved quicker to her side of the bed and leaned down towards her. His dark eyes stared into her deep browns for a long moment before he slowly lowered his hand towards the blankets that she gripped tightly. The thick material slowly slipped from her grasp as he pulled on it. Her eyes opened wide in surprise when the blonde assassin lifted the blankets and joined her under them. His powerful arm moved across her stomach as she laid back on the firm mattress beside him. Abbie stared into his eyes as he positioned her perfectly against his body before laying down beside her and holding her tight. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes content to forget everything causing her to hesitate with her emotions.

"Is this better my dove?" He was an inferno. She could not help but squeeze herself even harder against his muscled frame. Abbie laid her hand on the powerful arm around her body.

"Don't call me that."

Abraham smiled and rolled her onto her back. Abbie's eyes opened. "My woman sounds better to me."

"You would say that."

"Yes I would and I will and you will love it." That slow smile that formed on his face made the desire spike in her body. Abbie was breathless and it was not because of his weight on top of her. Her condition birthed from the way his eyes darkened as he lowered his lips towards hers. The electric shock that rocked her body when their lips touched made her moan and tremble against his heavy frame. Abraham used his time wisely while his kiss distracted her he slowly pulled the thin night dress up her body.

He pulled his lips from hers and stared down at her lust filled eyes. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her heartbeat was immeasurable. "You cannot deny that you want me."

Abbie pulled her nails from his shoulders and grabbed his hands. She was trying to stop them from pulling down his bottoms. "I can and I will."

She struggled with him until he started kissing her again and Abbie's strength evaporated. Her arms fell to the pillow beneath her head and Abraham finished removing his bottoms and dropped them onto the floor beside the bed. His hands then moved over her body and down towards her underwear. Abraham deepened his kiss and slowly pulled down the barrier of fabric between his flesh and hers. He did not want to break contact with her lips so he easily snapped the material at her sides of her hips and dropped it onto the floor beside his bottoms. Abbie slowly opened her eyes when she felt his lips moving away from hers. She felt loss as she stared up at him.

"I want to see you without a barrier between us. I want to touch this soft brown skin and feel it sweat beneath mine. I will do nothing that you do not wish for me to do my dove."

An eternity seemed to past between them before Abbie raised her hands above her head. Abraham sat up between her thighs and slowly pulled the night dress up her body. She tried not to look down the muscled frame of his body but her eyes did not listen. When she saw the long and thick flesh waiting to be inside of her Abbie squeezed her eyes shut. Moisture flooded the flesh between her thighs and brought a breathless moan from her throat. Abraham pulled the night dress over her head. He just stared down at her body as he let the red night dress fall from his hand and onto the floor. Her bravery began to waiver, as he said nothing and did nothing but stare down at her naked skin. Her breathing began to suffer and her breaths became pants. She wanted to cover her body when she saw his muscles stiffen and vibrate as if he were fighting with himself. She was intrigued and afraid of what he would do if she attempted to cover herself. After a few moments, Abraham raised his head and Abbie saw red in his eyes.

She saw his desire on his face and in his body. She could feel his power ebbing from his body. The birds outside the window flew away as Abraham opened his mouth to speak.

"No one else will ever know you."

His heavily muscled body came down upon hers quickly as his lips seized hers. His deep growl mingled with her surprised gasp as his body moved against hers telling her without words what he planned to accomplish with her. His strong hands gripped her waist as he moved again this time slightly penetrating her wet flesh. Abraham's kiss grew fiercer as her nails dug into his back. He suddenly pulled away from her lips.

"Yes," His voice was deeper than normal as he answered the soft knock that Abbie did not hear. All she was aware of was Abraham.

"My lord breakfast is ready for you and Miss Mills."

Abbie relaxed her hands on Abraham's back and opened her eyes. She did not realize her legs had wrapped themselves around this man. She could take the initial pain of his size. She knew that it would not last forever. Her flesh wept for him to continue. She wanted him to move deeper inside of her and end the painful hunger growing deep inside of her because of his delay. Abbie tried to move her hips upwards but Abraham stopped her. He buried his lips into her neck and moaned straining against giving her what they both wanted. Abraham slowly moved his hard flesh away from her very willing body. He heard her soft moan of lament and kissed her neck. "First… I shall feed my mate. Then…I shall court her and then…"

Soft little kisses trialed from her neck to her lips. He did not finish with words because his lips were on hers. If she thought that Abraham Van Brunt would treat her as if she were a delicate flower with the need of gentle wooing she would be mistaken. This would not be a very long courtship. In Abraham's mind, it would not last past breakfast.

*()*

Luke Morales pulled up to the cottage where Crane's wife lived and waited in his car gathering his thoughts. She was his secret confident. They had the same interests. Both wanted their significant others back in their lives again. The only reason that Katrina spoke to him was to get information about Abbie. He had left many things out about Abbie's life. He may not want her with Crane but something about this woman made him weary to tell her everything that she wanted to know. He did not know why she made him feel as if he should keep his hand on his gun at all times when around her. He could feel that something was off about her and sometimes wondered why he was giving her information at all. He always got a weird vibe whenever she talked to him. Hatred always filled her voice whenever she mentioned Abbie's name. Luke was sure that if she got Abbie alone she would try to hurt her or worse. Although he did not want Abbie with Van Brunt, he wanted nothing harmful to come to Abbie. Luke pulled the key from the ignition of his car and continued sitting in his car. He wondered if she already knew about Van Brunt. She knew things sometimes that shocked him. Luke opened the car door and stepped out of the car.

Katrina heard the car door close, got up from the chair, and walked to the window to see the law officer approaching the door. She tried to call out to Luke but Moloch took control of her body and placed the witch back in darkness. He looked through the witch's eyes and saw the Hispanic man approaching the door. Indecision swirled within this man. He had something of importance to say but decided not to say anything. The closer he got the more Moloch could see into his mind. His bride was this man's concern. This man knew of her and Abraham. He had feelings for his future bride. His desire for his bride would help hide the demon from detection from those that betrayed him. This law man's obsession would help hide his own obsession. All he felt from this witch was hatred. Moving around the town searching for his bride would be easier with this man under his control. A smile appeared on Katrina's face as Moloch turned her body from the window and walked towards the door.

Luke stood ready to knock but the door swung open. Katrina stood there with a smile plastered on her face. Shock and revulsion filled Luke's body as his eyes roamed over the woman before him. Her red hair looked singed with several bald spots on her scalp. Dirt covered her skin but what made Luke weary were the red pupils staring at him. Something was not right with her.

"I can see that you are busy so I'll come back later."

Luke heard a deep growl from Katrina and reached for his gun. The hand of the witch grabbed him by the neck, pulled him into the house, and then closed the door behind them.

*()*

They had breakfast alone that morning. Ichabod nor Henry joined them. Abbie knew that this was Abraham's doing…because he had told her so. He wanted her true emotions hindered by no one. She smiled at him as he stared at her as he watched her take a bite of bread. He stared at her constantly as she gathered what she wanted from the display in front of them.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She was gorgeous sitting there with her hair up and wearing a dark purple lacy dress that was very expensive and soft on her silky skin. It was just a shame that he going to destroy all of these things to have what he wanted. His body tensed at the thought of having her before lunch. Abraham leaned close to her and placed his lips next to her ear.

"My body does not require as much food as yours but it does have other earthly appetites." He could feel the heat on her skin and saw that same skin tremble. His lips kissed the exposed shoulder that the purple dress slightly covered.

Abbie turned towards him. "Is this why you told the others to stay away?"

Abraham smiled and moved his lips down towards her collarbone and kissed there. "No,"

Abbie tried to move away when his mouth descended towards the scar on her breast but his arm surrounded her waist and kept her close. Her eyes closed when his lips traced the scar with tiny kisses. He liked the sound of her sigh as his lips moved lower. The lacy purple fabric barely covering her breast easily gave in to his gentle touch and ripped away when he tugged at it. Abbie raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder to stop him but Abraham kissed around the hard dark nipple before him. He heard her breath catch in her throat as the heat of his mouth surrounded the nipple before he latched on to it and began to suckle. He heard a soft cry escape her and then she went completely limp in his arms. Abraham tightened his grip around her waist and dragged her onto his lap. He made her straddle his thighs still attached to her nipple. Abbie's head fell back and all the binding holding her hair in place fell onto the table behind her.

"Abraham," Her hands threaded through his thick blonde hair before she lost all strength in her body and they fell to her sides. Abraham kissed all the exposed flesh of her right breast and moved over to the left. Dishes and food scattered across the floor as Abraham raked his arm across the breakfast spread. He laid her down on the table behind her and rose to his feet. He pulled his lips from her left nipple and returned them to her lips. Abbie's arms circled his neck holding as tight as she could to him. His body moved against hers as he pulled her dress up to make more room for his body. He ruthlessly tore the underwear from her body and threw it to the floor. Fear suddenly leaped into Abbie's mind because of what was to happen next. Indecision plagued her here where it was nonexistent in the bedroom. Abbie pulled her lips from his and pushed at his shoulders trying to stop him. Abraham immediately pulled away from her and stared down into her fearful eyes. Abbie slid back on the table and pulled her dress down.

"You want me to have it I can hear it in your voice and smell it in the air."

"Two days,"

"I have known you for longer than that."

Abbie looked away from him. "Abraham,"

He leaned close to her forcing her to look at him. His look was dark and hungry. "I want it. No one else will ever touch you while I live and I will live forever."

"Abraham I don't think tha…."

"Why are you listening to your head nothing good ever comes from that."

Abbie laughed at his words as he smiled and pulled her back to her original position. "The mind always gets one into trouble. The scar is not alerting you to danger because I will never harm you. My goal is make it feel too good for you. I want you realize that I am what you are waiting for."

His strong hands held her by the waist as he set her feet on the floor. "You want me to realize that I have been waiting for the horseman of death?"

She stared up at him with a serious look. Abraham raised his right hand and moved the wayward strands of hair from her eyes. "I can't help what I am but I can be…"

"Good,"

Abraham raised an eyebrow. "I was going to say better. I won't kill anyone if they don't touch you."

Abbie chuckled and shook her head. Abraham pulled her tight to his body and grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand. His actions prevented her head from moving. Abbie's breath stopped as his lips descended towards hers. Her body weakened the moment their flesh touched. His lips tenderly melted over hers. She forgot what was keeping her from giving Abraham what he wanted. She forgot how she came to be here in this house. She forgot to breathe. The kiss seemed to go on forever before Abraham slowly pulled away and whispered in her ear.

"Come with me I want to show you my home." She felt him pulling her from the room. She followed blindly not caring where he took her. She knew that she was safe with him. She had always known that.

*()*

Luke opened his eyes seeing only red hair everywhere. Katrina was laying on him still biting his arm. She attacked him the moment she got him inside of the cabin. He shot her several times the bullets did nothing to stop her. She just continued chomping on his arm. Luke ran her into walls and punched her head several times but all of his actions only made him tired. After fifteen minutes, he fell to the floor listening to the deep chuckling as he faded into darkness. Now, that he was awake he felt something inside of his body. He pushed Katrina from his arm and the woman fell to the floor unmoving.

She is no longer your concern.

Luke looked around the cabin for the owner of the voice. "Where are you?" You know where I am. We have much to do Morales.

Blood began seeping from Katrina's body. "Save her first."

Moloch chuckled at the human's demand. "You think that you can control me."

"You can read my mind and I can read yours. If you want Abraham dead, you are going to need me to get close to him. We both want the same thing. We can fight out the Abbie situation later."

You think that your words will sway me slave. I have the command of thousands.

"Well go get them and see how fast Van Brunt takes them out. I have seen this man fight. You don't have a chance without me. I can get close to her… you can't."

Luke felt a pain in his stomach and doubled over. "Save the woman or I will fight you until the end. "

Luke closed his eyes when the pain grew unbearable and then as quickly as it started it stopped. Katrina made a noise from the floor and the blood seeping from her body reversed itself. Luke slowly straightened his body checking for broken bones and cuts. He found none and fixed his clothing and hair. "Don't alter my appearance. Red eyes are not normal for humans. If you want to do this right, you have to listen to me. I will get you what you want and then some."

Moloch contemplated listening to this puny human. This man was intelligent and knew something about being cunning. He would not cause alarm if he were walking around town as the witch would.

I will make this bargain with you Morales. I f we kill Abraham; I will make you my next Horseman.

Luke chuckled. 'You may regret that later"

Katrina moaned again and Luke walked out of the cabin. He pulled the door closed and looked around for any witnesses. He then turned back to the door and Moloch whispered a few words and a protection spell encased the cabin again.

We cannot have her warning them that is why she must die

Luke shook his head and walked towards his car. "We are doing this my way remember. Now we have to get more fire power and some friends that I know are just itching to repay Van Brunt for the beat down that occurred yesterday."

Minions?

Luke opened his car door and got inside. he smiled at the demon's choice of words. He started his car and backed out of the gravel drive. He turned the wheel and headed down to the highway. Silence reigned in the cabin of the car and in his head. He could feel the being inside but it was not trying to take control of him He was waiting for his time to strike and thought that being silent and letting the human drive was a good way to conserve his energy. Luke could feel the power of this creature running through his veins. His bones grew with strength as did his skin. He made a fist and could feel the devastation that he would bring if he wanted to punch someone. He was powerful now. He was almost as powerful as Abraham Van Brunt. He could break someone's face with this power. Luke took in a deep breath of air and felt more alive than he had ever felt in his life. He closed his eyes and smiled at his newfound power. He had made the right decision to make a deal with this demon. He would honor it long enough to get Abbie back for himself and then he would fight this demon for her. She deserved happiness and he could give that to her now. He would not fail this time.

"Minions are what you call them, then minions are what they will be."

Moloch chuckled from inside and it bubbled outwards and Luke found himself chuckling aloud as he sped down the highway towards the police station.

Author's Notes

I have edited chapter 7 and hope that there are no more mistakes. I thank you for reading and I hope that you are enjoying this story. Frostbytefire