Greetings and salutations all, I know it has been awhile since I have updated. It's short sweet and satisfying. I will try to be more diligent about posting more chappies with more frequency. Hope you enjoy it, now on the unpleasantness,
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the character appearing within Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow, thus Far Catheryn belongs to me for she is my OC. Without further ado.
The Hopes of a Hessian
Chapter 9
I was urging Daredevil faster and faster until the trees became one consistent blurred tree, there was only one tree I cared to see, the tree of the dead. It was the one place that I knew I could be of any help to her. Daredevil slowed his pace as the tree came into view, as I we trotted closer the tree sensing my presence opened its trunk readying itself for my arrival. I signalled Daredevil into the tree, he obeyed with absolutely no resistance as the Tree of the Dead embraced us welcoming our demonic presences within its cursed womb. I dismounted when we came to a stop in the tree and Daredevil trotted off to a deserved rest to spend his time as he wished until I had need of him again. I carried the girl over to my bed, as I laid her down, I used a thought to telepathically strip her naked so that I might judge her injuries and how I must tend them. There were many bites and bruises that had been bleeding when I found her that were just beginning clot, they were all minor with the exception of a nasty wound on her left leg that was bleeding steadily with no sign of stopping. I reached forward and gripped it with my right hand willing the flesh to knit itself back together to be well leave, no sign of the treachery upon her skin. I felt her skin heat beneath my hand mending becoming whole. I lifted my hand satisfied that my limited magic had done the work well. I had not even been sure it would work I had never used my power that way before. My work was not done yet, her other wounds must be attended to before infection set in and run wild in her blood. I would not need Daredevil for this task there was stream not too far from the tree that would serve my purpose. I went over by the opposite side of the tree to grab my worn water bucket I then came back to the tree opening gathering my strength to open the door that I may pass into the realm of the living do my deed and return safely. The tree opened granting my passage to the realm of the living, I moved forward with no backward glance knowing that the tree was the safest place for her in the whole wood nothing would dare hurt her here. I walked enjoying the scenery of the western wood it had become a very dismal place since I had been interred there many years ago. The wood seemed to reflect the darkness within myself, fitting honestly that I had poisoned the area where I was buried. I allowed my mind to wander it came crashing back to the girl who lay indisposed in my home who was she, why was she connected to me? Why was she so important to me, there was something that made a connection between the two of us. I smiled wryly as the thought crossed my mind that I had killed a relative of hers. Perhaps she was here to end my miserable existence. I shook my head a slip of a girl could never destroy a demon besides there was no evil within her. Evil knows evil. The slow trickle of the stream broke my thoughts bringing me back to the task at hand. I had to return as quickly as possible if I was to get answers from her I would need her alive.