How is everybody? I hope you are all enjoying this story so far, cause Aurora/Hessian interaction is here! So excited! Is there any Angel or Buffy fans out there? Cause I've got something planned for you ;) I do not own Sleepy Hollow, nor am I the mastermind that is Tim Burton. Btw Dark Shadows was epic and I loved it (I know it's almost a month later but it had to be said.) please read and review =)
CandiLand95
xXx Chapter Seven xXx
Aurora ran through the woods, trying to keep the horseman as far away from the town as possible and keep as much distance between her and the crone. She couldn't see where she was going; it was getting darker and darker with each frantic heartbeat. Aurora could hear hoofs pounding behind her which made her heart freeze inside her panting chest. A gnarly root tripped her over and she landed fast first onto the grass. Aurora rolled over, groaning and holding her head as the hoof-beats got closer.
Aurora watched in horror as the headless horseman galloped towards her swinging the sword around threatening. Aurora pulled herself off the grass and without thinking ran down the path to the tree of death where an old white haired witch stood, laughing and holding the horseman's skull on her hip. Aurora's eyes narrowed as she tackled the witch to the ground and wrestled her for the skull. "Give. Me. The. Skull!" she grunted. The witch grabbed her necklace and started strangling Aurora until the clasp gave way, giving Aurora a chance to fight back. She then pulling the witch's hair, making her scream and loosen her grip on the skull.
The horseman stopped his horse and jumped off, swinging the sword effortlessly. Aurora scrambled up and backed up against the tree and held out the skull as a peace offering. The horseman froze, inches away from Aurora and slowly took his skull and placed it upon his shoulders within the stiff high collar of his cloak.
Suddenly muscle and tissue began to grow over the skull as the horseman thrashed and wriggled about, his jaw dropping in a silent scream. Aurora watched in horror as the horseman bent down, gasping in pain. Slowly he stood up straight and Aurora got the shock of her life. The Hessian had dark long hair in spikes, his skin was pale as pure snow, his eyes were electric blue and startling and his teeth were sharp as little daggers, making him a frightening picture. Aurora forced herself not to scream at this sight while he just stared into her deep blue eyes. She intrigued him.
He looked at her up and down, taking in her slim shape that was wrapped within a beautiful silver and blue dress. Her skin was flawless and pale (but not as pale as him of course) and her cheeks were slightly pink. Her lips were ruby red like rich wine from the cold chilly night and were perfectly curved, just like every other part of her. Her long golden hair hung in loose waves down to her waist. He wanted to touch her skin, feel its softness. Run his fingers through that soft looking hair. He wanted to drown in her dark blue eyes framed by long black eyelashes. He wanted to kiss those lips. He wanted to taste the forbidden wine that was in front of him.
Without thinking, he ripped off his glove and extended his hand and lightly stroked her warm soft skin. Aurora's mind went fuzzy and and she leant into his touch and closed her eyes to enjoy the coolness of his flesh. A weary smile crept onto the horseman's face and her eyes slowly opened and stared into his own. The Witch looked from the Hessian to the entranced girl and laughed loudly snapping Aurora out of her dazed state.
She quickly ducked under his arm and quickly started running, picking up her skirts to do so. "Hab keine angst!" the hessian shouted hoarsely after her. Aurora kept running so the Hessian tried to speak in English "Don't be afraid!" he managed to say, he was rusty with his English, he usually shouted out a war cry in anguish or spoke German. But the beauty kept running off into the night. Angrily, he turned back to Lady Van Tassel who looked up at him with fright and tried to push herself away from him. He lifted up his mighty sword and with one swift movement; Lady Van Tassel lost her head.
He picked up the head and looked into its eyes. He hated her for dragging him back from the grave yet again but this time it gave him a chance to meet the lovely girl that interested him.
Carelessly, he threw the head into the gateway in the tree where he entered this world and watched the head roll into hell. An evil grin broke out on his face as this happened. He was about to follow after the head when something shiny in the grass caught his attention. He bent over and picked it up, it was her necklace. It was a silver bird in a cage on a silver chain.
He lifted it up to his face and inhaled the scent; it was her scent, a soft blend of buttermilk and vanilla. He closed his eyes; the scent was sending him into ecstasy, sending beautiful images of her through his mind. He had to return it to her; he had to see her again, even if she didn't want to see him.
