Hey guys and gals.
I'm soooooo sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was planning a special SOMETHING for fan fiction.
Have fun. The end is near…
Drag Me! Carry Me! Bag Me!
I dropped the over heavy sack, containing the twitching and scary body parts of John. I, so far, have been sick twice with disgust that I'm helping a murder by carrying the body parts of John outside of Volterra.
The time was at least eight in the evening. I had just made it past the main entrance of Volterra and have now turn right, heading down the road towards my old house. That area I knew, and that was the area that I was going to dispose the body parts.
This bag is so heavy; I've dropped it down about sixteen times. It feels like two tigers are in there. I know how heavy a tiger is and I'm sure my estimate is correct. I probably could lift weights after this. That's a man's sport though, and I giggled out loud, thinking of my father's face if he saw my doing weights.
My face dropped when I thought of his face when if he saw me carrying a bag of body parts. It would be scary and I probably would be murdered because my father was and honest man who respected the law. He would crucify me if I was caught helping murderers.
With one big heave, I swung the bag so it was around my back and began walking since this was easier than dragging it. I shivered, my teeth chattering with it. John was as cold as ice. His temperature was much colder than a normal dead body would be. I know this because I was the one who cleaned my mother's body. Her skin was cold yes, but it was cold as morning air of winter. John's body was a cold as the northern ice. That was the main reason I kept dragging the sack. That was also the main reason I dropped the bag.
Like I am now.
I fell to the floor and gritted my teeth, ignoring the pain of sudden movement from being cold and freezing. I was, luckily, at where I wanted to be. This spot was in a forest. It was not far from Volterra and very close to my old house. That was going to be my source of burning the body quickly.
It was also, very, very close to Anthony's house. I was so close I could see his house and a few bits of movement. There were a few candles lit in there. Alright, that would be my source of fire. I stood up and took the body pieces out of the sack, laying them together and wincing at the coldness. I lay the sack flat and went around the forest, gathering sticks and thick pieces of wood. I went back to the sack and placed the sticks and braches and small chunky bit of wood orderly over the sack and got the body parts and hid them within the wood. I held one thick but small branch about the length of my forearm. I walked over to Anthony's house and went round the back and peeped up through the window, hoping no one was inside.
There was, and it was him. Anthony.
He was sitting at the table, sulking. It wasn't sulking like he wasn't getting his own way but more sulking as if…as if…
As if a part of him were missing. It made my eyes water and I was dying to just barge in there and hug him tight, telling him I'm fine and he can be happy. But, on the other hand, I had a bad feeling.
I had a bad feeling that I was the missing part of him.
I know that if I saw him and went away, he would go back sulking. I looked at the cheap clock on his wall and saw it was ten-thirty in the evening. It took me all of two and a half hours to walk here, collect wood and gain the guts to approach Anthony's house.
But I couldn't help just looking at him. I stood upright next to the window and Anthony didn't even turn his head. He didn't turn his beautiful head with his gorgeous home styled dark brown hair and his see blue eyes that I loved about him. I held the stick lightly, just drifting in my mind about Anthony. I sighed.
Anthony's head popped up and he saw me, his face turned to that of shock and he gaped. His mouth hanged open like a door with an annoying draft. I also saw, running down both cheeks, tears. I rushed away and ran round the back of the house, seeing through the windows that his parents are asleep. This was my perfect chance to get some fire. I stop when I heard a desperate wail.
"MARIE!" Anthony stood at the front of the house and was spinning round helplessly, looking and shouting for me. I cried myself, for the effort not to go to him was greater than my will to survive. I snuck through the back of his house and lit my stick with his candle. The next part was going to be the hardest.
Anthony's house was out in the opens fields and it faced the forest. The hard part was going to be getting past Anthony with the lit stick. I was now standing on the left side of the house, at the window Anthony first saw me before. Next to my feet were a pile of stones and it gave me an idea. It wasn't brilliant, but it was all I had.
I picked up a stone and walked over to the centre back of Anthony's house. I threw the stone at the wall hard and it made a big crack. I then did something risky because it would probably wake his parents up too.
I screamed.
"AHH!" I bolted round the right side of the house, seeing Anthony going down the left. His parents didn't wake up surprisingly. They only stirred and went back to sleep. I was now at the front of the house and ran, cupping round the flame on the stick, and ran for my life back to the forest. I felt extremely guilty when I made it back.
I tricked Anthony.
He probably thinks that I was a hallucination and his mind is playing tricks with him. I felt sick inside but ignored the feeling to turn back and walked to the ditch in which John lay. I put the flame next to his hair. John was a blaze in seconds. I stood there and watched as the flames devoured him and licked the air, reaching for something else to kill. I sat at the side of the ditch and waited until I thought John was nothing but ash, and it didn't take that long. It was about ten minutes when John was no longer recognisable. I walked away and headed towards Volterra, but not without a glance back to Anthony's house and I stopped.
Anthony was sitting on the fence, in the exact position he always sat when we used to meet. He knew I was here and he was waiting for me. But there was one thing different about him. I turned and started walking towards Anthony. Anthony had his head in his hand and his shoulder's shook every so often. He was crying.
I was now on the road, in the open, in front of his house and I stood there and counted to twenty. If he didn't notice me in these twenty seconds, I will walk away.
One, two, three, four, five….
Anthony continued to cry into his hands.
…eight, nine, ten, eleven….
Still nothing. I turn and pace across the road. I look at Anthony, still nothing.
…eighteen, nineteen…twenty.
I turned and started to walk away. Tears were running down my face. How could he not notice me?
"Marie?" A soft, masculine voice of a seventeen year old spoke my name and I stopped dead in my tracks. Turned my head, to hear him better or hope he says something else. He does. "Is that really you?" I turn around and see that Anthony is off the fence and looking at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes, full of tears.
I nod softly and smile. Tears overflowing down my cheeks. I start to laugh nervously, not knowing what to do now. It's been so long I feel like I can do nothing. I look down to my hands and up to Anthony. He's smiling brilliantly, showing the dimples that I love.
Anthony ran up to me and held me tight, burying his face in my hair and inhaling deeply. I felt a smile on his lips. I also felt more tears. I hold Anthony with as much happiness as him. Anthony pulls back and raised his left hand to caress the right side of my face. His hand stops and it rests on my face. The dazzling smile makes me weak at the knees and I smile back, leaning my face into his hand.
"You're alive." Anthony whispers. He comes closer and holds me again. "They told the staff that you had died of grief with your parents passing. I didn't believe them, you're stronger than that and I kept coming here, waiting for you to come. Tonight was the only night I didn't sit on the fence and look, here you are." He laughs a little before he steps back and reduces to just holding my hand. I squeeze his fingers and look at him in the eyes.
"Let's take a walk." I whisper and we walk the way back to Volterra. I, however, have no intention of getting him involved with anything in that blasted castle.
We walked, slowly, just admiring the fact we were together again. We walk to a grass bank and sat down, looking out at the uncut fields and smiling and the shining field in the moonlight. We were still holding hands when Anthony broke the silence.
"Where are you staying?" I look at his face and it's full of concern. I nod towards Volterra Castle.
"I live with the Volturi at Volterra Castle. I was on the streets for about two months after mother and father died. Then the guard picked me up for special purposes. I was a maid for three days. I'm now a noble guest living there." I at the castle, seeing there's no lights on.
"I'm glad you're somewhere better than before. I only hope for the best with you. What are they like? The Volturi?" Anthony throws a stone into the fields and we hear a click of colliding stones.
"They're not normal. They're nice certainly, but not normal. There some certain aspects about them that isn't right. Something is off about them and I swear that the answer is off the tip of my tongue." I throw a stone but frown at the fact there was no click. Anthony shuffles over to me and lies back with an arm out for me to lie on. I lie back on his arm and turn over so my face if on his shoulder, I breathe in a try to remember the scent of mint and hay. The country smell.
"I don't think I can help you with that." Anthony fades off and looks up. He shuffles a little and looks at me. "Are you going to come back? If you're not, I'm coming with you. I'm not letting you leave me again." Oh God, think of something Marie. I could no way in any chance let Anthony anywhere near the Volturi. They were murderers who didn't care unless you're one of them. I had to think of something that wouldn't hurt him and keep him away.
"I'll come back tomorrow but promise me one thing. I don't want you ever going near Volterra, do you understand?" I roll over, my head now over his chest as he looks down at me and nods sincerely. There was a clear sense of confusion in his eyes. "I don't want you getting hurt. The Volturi are people you do not want to meddle, even if it's to see me. Promise me you will stay away."
"I promise. I swear on my life. Now you promise that you will see me tomorrow." Anthony smirks and I gather he has the faintest of suspicions that I won't see him tomorrow. I look away from his face, not wanting to lie to him. I tell him the honest truth.
"It's likely I won't see you tomorrow. I can't promise you that. What I can promise is that I will see you soon." I look at Anthony and I realise I'm shaking. Tears roll down my cheeks in realisation that I'm not afraid just for Anthony's life but mine too.
In the next few days, I could be dead.
Or something else. Whatever the Volturi are perhaps.
Anthony sits up in alarm and wipes the tears away from my face with his thumbs. He kisses me on the forehead and stands up, pulling my up towards him and he embraces me. A promise inside that we will meet again. I lean my head on his chest and hope everything will be alright in the future. I hope there is time for us.
OH LORD! THE TIME!
I step back quickly and look at Anthony, blurting out words.
"What time is it? Give an estimate. You're better on time than me." Anthony looks at his shadow and the back at me. He squints against the moonlight.
"I'd say it's about two in the morning. We walked for a while, very slowly, not saying anything, then we've spent about forty minutes talking here." He smiles his cocky smile and I lightly dig him.
"I have to go. If I'm not back tomorrow, I'll be in trouble and maybe beyond that. Be careful and look after yourself, I want to see you in one piece when I get back." I wave and turn and walk away.
Anthony, I hear his thuds, comes running up behind me and turns me round quickly. He holds my face and leans his face closer to mine, lightly, but passionately, kissing me on the lips. I put my hands on his back and kiss him back. Anthony pulls away.
"Go. Quickly." He kisses his fingers and waves to me. I run back to Volterra.
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord! Oh my goodness! I feel ecstatic, happy, and joyous. I stopped and leaned against the wall of Volterra Castle, breathing in deeply. I smiled to myself and look at the moon. My smile widens.
I'd wanted to do that for a long time.
I walk in through the main entrance of Volterra Castle, happy to see no one is here. I walk through the back passage and up the stairs. I glance at the bottom of the doors to the brother's rooms and find no light. I walk up the stairs and shut my bedroom door behind me. I take off my dress and put on my nightgown.
I got to sleep with a huge smile on my face and had blissful dreams about me and Anthony. It was hard to believe that Wendy had died this morning.
It was the only night with complete silence.
Dun-dun-duuu!
No questions. I'd like your complete thoughts and opinions on this chapter.
Also, to those who have read 'Red World', today (30/07/2010) I planned the whole story for the sequel 'Scarlet Heart'. Hopefully that is something to look forward to.
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Emma 'EePee' Paige