Sam
Mrs. Kilpatrick was acting very strangely. I feared that all of this stress was getting to her and that she was going crazy.
She dashed around Bridget's room, feeling around for a hidden draft she said.
"HELP ME!!!" she panted as she ran from Bridget's window, to her desk and back again...
She paused only for a moment in the center of Bridget's room. I saw her hair move ever so slightly and then she was off. I was about to say something when she cried,
"OH MYGOD!! I'VE FOUND IT!!!"
She was standing by Bridget's dresser smiling... She had the eeriest look in her eyes as she gently pushed aside Bridget's dresser to reveal a hidden passage. I stood shocked at the sight of it. She grabbed a lantern that sat on Bridget's bedside table and began to walk down the passageway.
"WAIT!!" I cried grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the doorway. She stared at me with the oddest look. You are too weak to venture on and you haven't slept in days... Please come back." I pleaded, gently taking the lantern from her hand.
She bowed her head and then hugged me tightly. "Bring her back." She whispered in my ear.
"There's one more thing before you go." She said with a solemn look.
She walked in front of Bridget's dresser, reached into one of the drawers, and revealed a gun. I stared at it in pure shock. I slowly took it from her; it was a pistol with 3 rounds in it. I slipped it gently in the bag I was carrying and dashed down the hallway, leaving Mrs. Kilpatrick standing at the entrance.
I had to bring Bridget back, for her family's sake and for her own.
Lanterns light my way and still I could barely see two feet in front of me, but I did not stop, I did not slow down... I was about to turn a corner when I heard a scream of terror down the other passage... I turned abruptly and bolted down dim corridor, almost tripping on a root.
I came to a winding staircase, black as the lake at midnight. It led to a set of gently sloping stairs... Bridget's voice was getting louder. I climbed the stairs and then was met by another chamber, Bridget's cries fading. I followed them as best as I could and soon came to a trap door, voices came from inside. I pushed with my entire mite and the door slowly creaked open.
I entered an odd chamber, where I saw two figures sitting together on a couch by a blazing fire.
Bridget
I had never seen him act this way before, so much anger, and so much pain. I could see it in his eyes as they gleamed in the fire light. He had said that I should go with Sam for he was safer, but he didn't realize that the safest place I could ever be... was right here... In his gentle yet strong arms...
I needed Derick... I have not loved anyone else in my entire life more than I love him now. He is my reason for living; he brings breath into my soul and song into my heart.
He is the reason I am alive.
I dozed for a while, resting my head comfortably on his shoulder his arms, very gently, rapped around my sore waist... The fire blazed and I felt its warmth surround us as I slipped into a wondrous dream...
Suddenly, I woke, for a strange sound echoed through Derick's home. As I raised my head gently Derick whispered softly in my ear,
"We are not alone."
He turned slowly to the far corner of his home. I turned with him and saw a very familiar silhouette standing, motionless, by a previously hidden door, its hands at its sides and his breath fast and heavy.
"Bridget?" the silhouette called its voice ever more familiar. As it stepped into the light of the raging fire, I felt my pulse quicken and my breath become fast and shallow.
"So this... is him..." Derick said.