8
Emily's heart pounded in her chest as she walked briskly towards the graveyard. The town seemed sinister, cold and quiet at night. Shivering from both the cold and anxiety, Emily tried not to let her nerves get the better of her. 'I'd rather be cold and marry Lord Barkis, than be warm and stuck at home without my love.' Emily repeated in her mind; however she couldn't shake the feeling that she should turn back and stay home. 'It's just the nerves. I've got cold feet... Literally.'
Emily guessed it was about twenty to three when she finally arrived at the graveyard. As instructed, she waited beneath the old oak tree, trying to scan the darkness and fog for Lord Barkis.
'He'll be here soon. There's nothing to be scared of. In the woods we are the scariest there is... Nothing to be afraid of...' Emily told herself.
Finally at quarter to three in the morning, Emily heard soft footsteps.
"Lord Barkis?" Emily asked in an urgent whisper. She hoped it was him and was afraid of what she would do if it wasn't him.
A cold laugh drifted from the darkness.
"Oh my dear... How ever could you be so foolish..."
Emily recognised Barkis' voice, but the cold, sneering tone he used frightened her.
'Where are you? What are you talking about?" Emily called, more shrilly than she intended.
"My dear Emily, men are you worst enemies." Came Barkis' voice, though it seemed to come from behind her now rather than from in front of her.
"Please, stop this. You've had your fun, let us go." Emily plead as she turned to face the direction the voice came from.
"Oh my dear... You won't be going anywhere.."
The voice came from directly behind Emily.
Before she could turn or even speak, a strong hand covered her mouth. Emily had enough time to comprehend utter terror, before her attacker thrust a sharp blade under her ribs. Emily's cry of pain was stifled by the hand on her mouth. Slowly, Emily's hands relaxed, causing the satchel to fall to the ground. As if to make sure he finished the job, Barkis shoved the blade further into Emily so that the hilt was against her skin. By sandwiching Emily between his chest and the blade that pierced her just below her breast, Emily steadily lost consciousness.
As her body became limp, Barkis dropped her carelessly and withdrew the dagger from her bleeding body. As he wiped the blood from the blade, Barkis gazed down at his victim with no remorse. He had let her fall at an awkward angle. Her arms by her side loosely while her head fell to the side. Her Legs were bent at the knees from the fall to the unforgiving earth.
"Always listen to Daddy..." Barkis sneered as he picked up the satchel, not bothering to even close Emily's open, betrayed eyes. There was a mixture of horror and sadness on her lifeless face, as well as pain.
Without a backward glance, Barkis turned and walked back into the shadows, the satchel of gold and jewellery safely in his fist.
-Author Note-
I feel horrible for killing Emily! D: Anyway this is how I imagined her seduction and death. I hope you liked it! If you review, please don't be too harsh! This was my first fanfic! =D
