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Abigail smiled as Abraham nuzzled the back of her neck. She could hear his deep growl and feel the muscles on his chest tightening as he held her closer to his warmth. Her feet dangled inches from the wooden kitchen floor as he effortlessly held her suspended. He had said her feet would not touch the floor until he had sated all of his lust. His growl became louder and Abigail giggled as she tried to escape his hold just to see if she could.

"There is no escape from me. Your body's response to me earlier tells me that you do not wish to leave me."

Her heartbeat quickened at his mentioning of her body responding to his lovemaking. He could be so gentle when he wanted. She thought that she would die in his arms at the turtle's pace he had set. She never knew that her body could feel such desire and love for a man. She never knew that someone could feel such desire and love for her. The thoughts of their bodies as one brought tears to her eyes. The only reason that they were not still in bed making love was because of her need for food.

"I never want to leave you." His hold tightened and she closed her eyes as tender kisses slowly littered the back of her neck.

"I will never let you go Abigail. You are everything to me now. I have nothing without you."

He could feel her body trembling with emotion…good emotions. He did not want her to cry so he thought about the reason they came down to the kitchen in the first place. "So was this a rouse to stop me from making you confess your love for me or are you truly famished."

Abigail took a deep breath to regain her composer. She wiped her cheeks and opened her eyes. "I am famished."

"Well this house is stocked with everything a human would want."

"You don't eat food? Were you always planning to have me here?"

"I was hoping that you would forgive my past deed and come with me. That or kidnap you before the food spoiled."

The sound of her laughter made him feel good. "You did kidnap me."

"A woman would look at it that way but I say that you just needed some strong boundaries that kept you inside and safe."

She wiggled in his arms and Abraham allowed her to turn around and face him. The moment their eyes met there was silence between them as if they had never seen each other before this moment. A rush of heat and softness filled their bodies and slowly drew their lips closer together. He could feel her slim arms surround his neck and her hands invaded his hair. The feel of her nails on his scalp was like an aphrodisiac to him. He wanted to take her back upstairs but he knew that she was hungry for him and food. Abraham pulled away from her but her lips chased his and reclaimed their mate. Abraham chuckled and walked her towards the table and laid her down upon it. He pulled his lips away and stared down into her dark eyes. A smiled filled his lips seeing her desire running rampant through her body as she arched towards him.

"First we quench your need for food then we shall quench your need for me to be inside of you." He loved the slow smile that appeared on her face as he lowered his lips towards hers. His movements against her were slow as the gentle pressure on her lips consumed her brain and body. She almost wished that she did not need food to keep up her strength. She wondered if there was a way to be like him without the threat of going evil.

Abraham slowly pulled his lips from hers and smiled down at his slowly recovering mate. He gently lifted her from the table and walked towards the refrigerator with her feet dangling from the floor. Abigail laid her cheek on the top of his head and closed her eyes. Her long lustful sigh vibrated through his body. His lips began kissing the soft skin on her neck and travelled downward towards her breasts. She wore his pajama top and it was unbuttoned.

"Abraham,"

Her sweet voice filled the kitchen as his mouth closed around her right nipple. Her body arched towards him as her nails dug into his scalp again. This time Abraham did not care if she needed food. He held her suspended with his left hand as he pulled down his pajama bottoms and positioned her over his hard flesh. Her head fell against the stainless steel refrigerator as her body stretched around his hard flesh to allow him deep inside. Again his name filled the air as he slowly moved against her body. Feelings of love and desire filled his body and wanted to show her what she was to him. She was not just for sex. She was more…so much more than that to him. She made him want everything that life and love could give. He wanted her to know that he would love her for all time with his mind, heart, body and soul. Her soft moans echoed his as he slowly withdrew and slowly returned to her womb. Her body rose and fell against his thrusts countless times as he gently made love to her. Abigail knew she would not last long when the emotions inside of her took control of her and sped up her need to release. He could feel her desperation building inside of her and sped up to not let her pleasure end alone. Her nails dug into his muscled shoulders. The sound of hard flesh smashing into her soft body harmonized with his growling and her cries of love and desperation for him to hurry. The colors were brilliant and beautiful as they danced before her eyes. The fire in her womb made her feel loved and serene. Her body went limp in his arms as he held her against the refrigerator trying to catch his breath. This little thing would destroy him and he wanted her too. He could feel her heartbeat slamming against his chest and knew that she was still alive and willing to do this all over again. Abraham rested his forehead against the cool refrigerator and waited for his strength to return.

*()*

She sat on his lap as he sat in a chair before a table that featured a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk. Abigail smiled at Abraham's facial expression before she took a bite of her meal. She chuckled a moment before she started chewing. She wondered what was going through his mind as the perplexed look on his face grew. Once she swallowed and chuckled again she picked up her milk and took a drink. Abraham shook his head as she used the napkin to wipe the milk mustache from her lips.

"What,"

"Of all the food inside this kitchen, you pick this lone sandwich and glass of milk."

Abigail smiled. "I wanted something filling and quick. Besides it will not take long to finish."

Abraham's annoyed expression changed to one of joy. He smiled at her laughter. "Do you miss the taste of food?"

"I desire food sometimes but it lessens as the years go by. I do not miss it. There were other activities that I wanted more than food." He buried his lips into her neck and held her tighter when she tried to squirm away. Her giggling made him smile. His hand drifted down to her flat belly. Abraham pulled his lips from her neck and looked down at his hand.

"I have seen many families in my lifetime. I have never wanted to be in one before until I saw you and thought that such a thing could be possible. I knew that you would require the ultimate sacrifice and I was willing to do that just for you." Abraham lifted his head and his intense blue eyes bore into her browns as she stared at him.

"You want a family?"

"I want you to be in my family. Henry and War do require supervision at times."

Abigail giggled and placed her hand over his on her belly. "Abraham's attention returned to his hand. "If we are lucky enough to receive mercy from the presence above us, you and I might add a child to my already existing family."

He felt her tremble and raised his gaze towards her worried face. "Can you…...do that?"

"I know that I am damned Abigail. I chose to let Moloch have dominion over me. However, at the last hour, I no longer wanted to do his bidding. I no longer wanted to see the look of fear and hurt on the faces of those that he sent me to kill. I know that this desire to leave was in my heart I just needed a direction for it to go. You were where you were supposed to be that night as was Corbin. My old life ended with his death and my new life began when I saw you. I…... regret his death and all the others that I have taken in Moloch's name."

Abigail raised her hand up to his cheek. "I know that you do Abraham."

"What I have done will be done to me,"

Abigail shook her head. "Don't talk like that. You will be forgiven Abraham."

The death rider gave her a small smile but he knew in his heart that his time would come. He had done much wrong and he would pay for it.

"Talking about things that we have no control over does not go well with this sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly promotes wholesome feelings and things like babies."

"Victoria for the girl." Abigail smiled and her arms surrounded his neck.

"Is that your mother's name?"

"No she was the first woman that I slept with."

Abigail glared at him and then started choking him. Abraham laughed and grabbed her hands. He could see the mischief on her face as she smiled at him. "I was thinking Ichabod because of his …."

"Deadness, because that is what he will be."

Abigail giggled and tried to pull her hands away from his but it was impossible. "Victoria is my mother's name and the first woman that I slept with. She held me in her arms all night long when I was born. I was a sickly child as my father loved to tell me. He was so proud of me when I became as big and strong as I am now. They loved me and I them."

"You are still strong and still loved now."

"Am I?"

Abigail softened her face and body even more. He still thought of himself as damned even after what he had done for her and everyone in Sleepy Hollow. He had saved them from Moloch and a beast even worse than Moloch if she had to choose between the two. "Can you love someone that has repeatedly risked their life to show you that they have changed and not just for you as they think but for everyone? Yes, you can love someone that has done this Abraham and I do. No matter how hard I tried to push you away you would not leave. We both wanted redemption. You did not have to tell Henry to take the spell from Ichabod but you did. You saved everyone in Sleepy Hollow from Moloch when you left him Abraham and not just me. You are kind and gentle…."

"Only to you,"

Abigail chuckled at the smirk on his face. "You are kind to Henry and War. They are your friends and would follow you anywhere. They will always be with you… and so will I."

"I will never let you go away from me. We will have eternity together as a family. You are my redemption Abigail and I will hold on to you as tight as I can."

Abigail stared into his intense blue eyes as she held his face in her hands. "You are my redemption Abraham and I will hold on to you as tight as I can."

He pulled her closer and his lips melted over hers. Her arms surrounded his neck and the moment her hands invaded his hair and her nails touched his scalp. Abraham pulled back from her lips.

"Eat before I satisfy this growing flesh beneath you." Abigail squirmed in his lap but her held her secure and she picked up her sandwich and began eating.

*()*

He carried her bridal style into the library after she finished her small meal. She was not worried about anyone coming in and seeing her in her state of dress. The house was enchanted and those who lived here seemed to be where they were not. Abigail stared at his powerful profile as he looked for a book for them to enjoy. The flesh between her thighs instantly became moist as she continued staring at her mate. He was so powerful and did not care that he had to carry her around the house. He was not going to stop making love to her…...and she did not mind that not one bit. Her hand moved along the muscles on his shoulders and neck. A long lustful sigh escaped her.

"You are a beautiful man." Abraham smiled when she began kissing the side of his face starting at his forehead and working her way down towards his cheek. He turned his head and captured her lips. She felt a shift in his arms as he changed the position of her body so that she was straddling him. Abraham smashed her against the book shelf and deepened the kiss. Abigail moaned as his hard flesh in his bottoms pressed against the moist flesh between her thighs.

"You are disrupting our intellectual time." His lips did not leave hers as he growled out his statement.

Abigail moaned again as he continued kissing her and moving slowly against her. He was torturing her. He knew she wanted instant gratification. She wanted him now. She rubbed the inside of her thighs against the sides of his chest and arched towards him. Abraham growled at her and kissed her harder. Her arms surrounded his neck pulling him closer. Her hands moved to his shoulders then to his neck. She ran them through his hair and then grazed his scalp with her nails. She felt him jump and power flood his body. Abraham yanked down his bottoms and freed his flesh. He held her hips and rammed inside of her. She would get her instant gratification.

He never knew that his name had so many syllables before he met Abigail. He guessed it would sound like that because he made love to her as if the world would end at a moment's notice. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest as he lay on the sofa and she on top of him. He would die for this woman without a second thought. Abraham gently rubbed her back as she slept. Her soft warm body was perfection. He would never give her up. How could anyone want to break her heart? He could not understand it if he tried. Luke was not worthy of her and Abraham still wanted to kill him just because he had touched her, even if it was forgettable. He wanted no evidence of anyone but him in her life.

Abigail made a sound and Abraham held her tighter and she settled again. She loved his strength. She felt safe and loved when she was in his arms. He would make it a point to always touch her so that she knew she was safe and loved whenever he was near. Abraham closed his eyes. He had never felt such peace in his life. Being with her was life and this was what he wanted. Abraham let the feelings of sleep take over his body and the bringer of death drifted into dreamland with his mate secure in his arms.

A feeling of impending doom fell over the manor and scurried through every crack and crevice within its walls. The invisible presence searched through the rooms for the rider to warn him. The apparition glided into the library and flew into Horseman's body. Abraham's eyes flew open. He had slept for about hour with Abigail still safe in his arms. Something was not right. He could feel it in his bones.

"Abigail," His voice was quiet in her ear. Her eyes fluttered and slowly opened.

"Something is wrong." He felt her body tense and held her tighter.

"Wh.."

"I want you to go upstairs with Henry." She wanted to lift her head but Abraham slowly rolled off the sofa holding her tight to his chest. He stood and gently set her on her feet but her legs were not strong enough to take her weight just yet. Abigail held on to him and stared at his profile as he buttoned her shirt. He was worried. She had never seen him look like this. His hands shook. He was scaring her.

"Abraham,"

He lifted his head and looked down at her for what seemed like an eternity. He was trying to remember every inch of her face. His hands began to roam over her soft body to commit the feel of her skin to his brain. He would think of her when the pain came. The evil force surrounding the house was more than he would be able to repel. They were just like him and like him were hard to kill.

"He's coming isn't he."

Abraham said nothing as he smiled down at her. His hands rose up her body and held her face. "The time that I spent with you…"

Abigail angrily shoved his hands from her face. He could see the tears in her eyes as she moved back. "I don't want to hear that."

Abraham grabbed her and kissed her. There was sadness and pain in that kiss. Henry walked into the room and looked over at Abraham as he slowly released Abigail from the kiss.

"He is here."

"Take her to safety."

Henry frowned at his suggestion. "I will not. We are not leaving you."

Abigail hugged Abraham. His arms surrounded her body. "You must be safe."

Abigail closed her eyes as the tears fell down her face. "I will be safe…... with you."

Abraham shook his head. Henry frowned. "We are not leaving you Abraham so we better work out a plan before they get here. The Hollow mist will only keep them confounded for a short while."

Abraham frowned at the warlock for a moment and then nodded.

*()*

Moloch looked towards the Manor in the distance and chuckled. "You see my children he is predictable. He would return to what he knew as he will return to me.'

Pestilence and Famine looked at their master with questioning glances. "And if he does not what will you do then."

Moloch growled at Famine as he spoke. Even they could feel Abraham's defiance. Moloch had to quickly kill his favorite rider to keep his power over them. "Then he will die and everything he loves will die with him."

"Including your bride to be." Pestilence questioned as he walked towards the Manor.

Moloch glared at his two riders. "Everything shall die."

Famine followed his fellow rider and Moloch trailed behind them. A sound behind them made all of them freeze and turn and stare into the Hollow woods behind them. There was stillness for a long while and then the fog roared out of the darkness and surrounded them. The thickness confounded them and they could not tell in which direction they were walking. They began bumping into each other and Moloch roared with anger.

"I will burn the Hollow after he dies!"

The power of the fog increased and began to suffocate them. Moloch fell to the ground followed by his two riders.

Henry stood outside Abraham's bedroom and looked towards the south side of the Manor. "They are down but will not be for long."

You cannot help me Moloch will be more powerful than before without War to help you. Do not come to my aid."

Abigail tied her shoes and then stood to checked her gun but Abraham took it away from her. "You must hide."

"N…."

His kiss silenced her. Abraham held her tight and slowly pulled his lips from hers. "You will hide because these enchanted walls will keep you from their gaze. You must be safe."

"Abraham remember what you can do. There maybe two of them but you are the first and his most loved. You are the Horseman that everyone fears. You are stronger than they are. You have to be."

He held her face in his hands and stared into her tear filled eyes for a moment and then he released her and walked out of his bedroom. He closed the French doors behind him. Henry sealed it with a spell and then the two walked downstairs.

*()*

War tore through the Hollow woods at a break neck pace that the patrol cars could not keep up with even on the nice paved road that ran alongside the Hollow woods. The fog seemed to be pushing the fire engulfed demon even faster.

Luke looked over at Ichabod with a worried expression. "It's like he knows something is wrong. He running as if Hell is after him."

"Then that means Moloch has found Abraham."

Katrina frowned at Luke from the backseat. "Unless you told him where he was."

Luke frowned and avoided a tree limb in the road. "I did not tell that thing shit. I saved your life and now you say this is my fault. Look we have to save Abbie."

"We have to save Abraham. If he falls then we all die. The rider must win at all cost."

Ichabod nodded. Luke kept his eyes on the road. He still had a chance to get to Abbie if they were preoccupied with Moloch and his two riders. The other police officers following them into battle would make it easy for him to sneak away to find Abbie. He knew that Van Brunt would not put her in danger. He could find her and take her away from this danger.

"Yes keeping the Horseman alive is our main objective."

*()*

Moloch roused from sleep and swung his tail at his two riders and they woke with a jolt. "To the Manor to see what Abraham has waiting for us."

The three of them staggered to their feet as the fog receded unable to sustain its grip outside the woods any longer. Moloch was smart enough not to travel through them. Abraham was born there and there was where his power was born. Famine and Pestilence walked before their master as they approached the Manor. The doors opened Famine and Pestilence looked at each other and then looked back at Moloch. He closed his eyes and chuckled. "The Warlock is awake. Come let us step inside and see what mischief they have planned."

Moloch walked inside and the two riders followed. Henry stood in the Great room staring at the three of them as they stepped into the room.

"Where is he Henry? You can't hide him with magic. He is immune to it. I made him that way."

Henry smiled. "He was your greatest creation. So what are these two."

Pestilence and Famine looked at their master with curiosity. They were newly made and their human emotions and feelings were still inside of them. They were still full of envy and lust. Moloch growled at the Warlock.

"They are better than Abraham,"

"No one will ever be greater than Abraham as you have said on every occasion his name came up."

Abraham stood behind them undetected. There were so many spells and so much magic flowing through the Manor that none of them could detect him. He moved closer as Henry kept them busy talking. The two riders actually laughed at one of Henry's digs about Moloch. They were easy led and weak. They were too new to know their power.

Pestilence suddenly flew across the room and slammed into the wall. Famine ducked Abraham's fist and tried to counter with one of his own but he was too slow and Abraham sent him flying into the wall beside his companion. Moloch turned and faced his former minion.

"You think that they are so easily defeated. His eyes glowed and the two riders pulled themselves from the wall and ran at Abraham. Knives from the kitchen flew into Moloch and the white demon fell to the floor roaring in pain. Henry began chanting a spell of containment. Moloch heard him and began chanting one of his own. The Manor began to shake.

Abraham threw Pestilence from his body as Famine landed a punch to his mid-section. Abraham held the spot and avoided another hit. He could feel Moloch's power within the punch. His former master wanted to kill him. Pestilence ran at him and he and Famine tackled him through a wall and they landed inside the library. Pestilence began slamming his fists into Abraham's chest as Famine put him in a chokehold while they were on top of the broken wall. Abraham winced at every punch from Pestilence. Darkness began to fill his mind as his air supply began to leave him.

Abigail could hear the fighting as she leaned against the door. The room began shaking as the contradicting spells from Moloch and Henry began to wear the Manor down. The door to Abraham's room opened. Abigail grabbed her gun and ran out of the bedroom. She ran down the stairs and into the library and saw Abraham weakening in the chokehold. She aimed her gun and fired at Famine choking Abraham. The bullets would not kill him but they did hurt. All nine struck him in the head. Famine screamed and released Abraham. Pestilence looked up and saw Abigail. He smiled and ran at her. Abigail ran away towards the Great room.

"NO!," Abraham slowly got to his feet and stumbled after them. Famine lay on the floor holding his head.

Moloch roared at him. "Go kill him!"

Famine's body jerked with more power and he got up and ran after Abraham.

Pestilence followed his quarry down the hallway and grabbed her hair and placed her against the wall. Abigail tried to gauge his eyes out. He chuckled and grabbed her hands and placed them against the wall. "You will make him lose if you die."

His body moved closer to hers. He was going to crush her. Abigail began screaming feeling the pain in her chest as his body pressed into hers. His movement suddenly stopped when Abraham's elbow slammed into the side of the demon's head. He fell to the floor with a thud. Abraham ran his hands over her body checking for any broken bones. Abigail hugged him and just as quickly let go. Abraham grabbed her and they ducked Famine's sword. Abraham shoved her into the guest bathroom. As he avoided another thrust of Famine's sword. Pestilence drew his sword and joined his companion.

Abigail ran through the other door and back towards the stairs. She was heading for his bedroom to try and get his ax when War and his mount broke through front door. He threw his sword and it slammed into the wall beside Abraham. The Horseman pulled the fire laced sword from the wall. Famine and Pestilence smiled and suddenly their swords blazed with fire as well. Abraham kicked Pestilence in the stomach and sliced Famine across the chest when he tried to engage him.

Moloch felt the increase in Henry's power and he called to Famine to engage War. Famine was unable to do his master's bidding. He held his bleeding chest and looked up as Abraham's fist slammed into his face. The demon fell to the floor. Abraham slammed his foot down on his legs breaking bones. Famine screamed in pain. Pestilence tried to sneak up on him but Abraham reversed the sword and slammed through his chest and out through his back.

Moloch saw his riders fall to his greatest creation and stopped chanting. Henry contained him within the room. Ichabod and the other ran into the Great room and saw the carnage. Luke and the other officers drew their weapons and surrounded Moloch.

Abigail ran back down the hall towards Abraham. He held her tightly with one hand keeping the fire laced sword on Famine groaning beneath it.

"You are done you bastard." Luke said. Moloch said nothing as he lay on the floor with his eyes closed. Power flowed from him.

Katrina looked from Luke to Moloch. She could feel the power transfer. She looked at Ichabod. "They are connected!"

Ichabod swung his sword at Luke's head but the bullet flew from his gun faster and struck Abigail in the head. She went limp in the arms of the Horseman. The scream from Abraham crumbled the walls and brought the Manor to the ground.

*()*

The Horseman woke with a jolt of terror running through his body. His arms tightened around Abigail lying on his chest. His dreams told him the future. They never lied to him. They always, always came true. Abraham buried his face in her dark hair and held her even tighter. They were in the library resting after another round of enjoying each other's bodies.

"Abigail," His deep voice rumbled through his chest and vibrated hers.

Her eyes fluttered and then opened. "We need to get Henry and leave here."

Abigail sighed and closed her eyes. "Where are we going?"

Abraham held her tighter. "The Hollow where my power comes from."

Author's Notes

I am ecstatic that I finally finished what I started in January updating all of my stories. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and forgive any errors that you will probably find. I am feeling energized and will see what else pops into my mind. Thank you for your patience ~ Frostbytefire