Don't worry about your heart, it will last you as long as you live. ~ W. C. Fields
Another Murder
They met in the place of their youth, a place where they had once loved long ago and shared their dreams. Together, they shared love again in one of their favorite places - the stables. Only the horses knew of the passion they shared that day... or so they thought. They had no idea that they were being watched in the shadows - that a murderer was listening and watching their every move. The murder only had one objective... but this time it was two. Yes, he'd take TWO, because he was an impatient man... and he wanted her love now more than ever. He wanted her back again. She was his... His beloved.
As he looked upon the man with the dark mane of unruly dark curls who was making hot, passionate love to the woman with long, honey-colored hair, he seethed. He cared not for them. He had no remorse... no sense of conscious. He had been hurt far too long. He would show no mercy, because they did not deserve it from him. They- both of them- had hurt the woman he loved... and the woman whose heart he desired more than anything in this entire world.
She lay upon the sweet-smelling hay in the freshly-cleaned stall, lightly stroking the naked back of the man in whose strong arms she had returned after so many years. In their youth, they had loved here often, and they had created a child, a son, but sadly their boy had died. His life had been snuffed out before he had even drawn his first breath. All of her life, she had grieved for her son and she had longed to have his father back, just like this, in her embrace. With no one else, had she ever felt so safe ... and so whole. All along, it had been him, the one who knew her like an open book and soothed her like no other. No other man had given her love and contentment as he had.
"How could I have been so foolish?" she whispered to him. "It was you all along. YOU! The ones before you... and the ones after, they were never right for me. It was you I needed. You I longed for. You have my heart."
His lips curled up in a lazy smile, serene in the after-bliss of their lovemaking. "I should have known as well, but my heart was wounded. We lost our son... and others were there, trying to tempt us... trying to tear us apart. We should have listened to our hearts... and found our way back to each other. I am so sorry for not listening - for not listening to what my heart was trying to tell me all along," he spoke. "But I am back now... and I am not leaving. I am here forever... and we have another chance. We can be happy again. In fact, we are happy right now, despite the recent death of your aunt and all the chaos and animosity around us and what happened at her funeral. We don't have to be a part of that. We can just come here... and in this place alone where all we have is each other and our love. We'll be safe in happy; content in each other's arms forever."
She sighed as he stroked her breast, lightly arousing the nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as her passions stirred again, making her want him. "Can we really have happiness now? I have longed for it sooooo long. And I am not so young anymore."
He laughed, a merry sound. "Me either. It would appear that I am getting grey in my hair."
"Ohhh no, you are not. You are still young... and virile."
She ran her gaze over his toned body, taking in all the muscle, the medium-bronzed flesh, and the thick dark nest of curls between his strong thighs. Through all the joy, a little sob caught in her throat and for just a second, tears shone in her amber eyes. "I wonder if it's too late... too late for you and me to have another... to have another baby?" she asked him softly.
He looked at her, slightly cocking his head to one side as if her words had caught him by surprise. "You'd want another?" he asked. "Your other children are grown... or almost grown."
"And you've lost two sons. It's not fair. You need another child. And I want another child with you," she answered. "Could we?"
'I don't know,' he said as he grinned again. "A baby? Could we handle that?"
"I think we could."
"Well, we could give it a try. I'm willing to make it happen,' he said as he rolled over on top of her. "Or we can spend a lot of time trying."
His cock was erect as he slid inside her, thrusting deep, giving her everything they had both longed for over so many years apart. But the killer, waiting in the shadows, was not moved by their words or their display of passion. He was enraged as he aimed his gun and wounded both of them in a single shot. His aim was meant to wound... never to kill. To kill them would be to waste the precious objects he sought - his victim's beating hearts.
As they lay there bleeding, gasping in the hay, the man and the woman looked at each other in a mixture of shock and disbelief. "If this is how our lives will end, I will spend my last moment loving you," the man spoke eloquently, just like a poet.
"I love you, too,' she whispered, holding his hand as she was drifting... slowly fading, so close to death.
As they spoke their last words, their killer descended upon them, his hands outstretched toward their naked chests. Their screams shattered the peacefulness of the stables as he viciously tore at their flesh, ripping out their hearts. As they lay dying, he smiled with pleasure. It was done... and he was one step closer to his goal - Marty Saybrooke's heart and her love.
Author's Note- The next chapter will be called Two Hearts. Stay tuned!
