Bridget

I felt the cool air from his presence surround me. I opened my eyes slowly and gazed deeply in my mirror to see him in all his glory. I turned and slowly walked towards him; his emerald eyes glistened as I hugged him tightly and let myself melt in his arms, tears streamed down my face. He wrapped his around me and held me close.

"I thought I had lost you." I whispered.

Our eyes met as he spoke ever so softly, "I could never leave my angel, my beautiful lassie."

He stroked my hair gently as I stared deeply into his gorgeous eyes. I gently bent my mouth towards his and kissed him ever so passionately. His fiery touch awakened the wild fire that had been smothered for so long and set it free. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me even closer; my heart and soul sang.

As our lips parted, I felt myself begin to blush and he smiled at this and Oh! what a smile that was. I had never seen him so happy; I had never felt so free.

His smile quickly faded as he noticed the necklace I wore around my neck.

"So it is true... You're to be wed..." A small tear streamed down his cheek.

I bowed my head to look at the necklace and then looked deeply into his emerald eyes as I spoke, "The truth disappears when true love appears... Derick... I only belong to one man...and that is you... I'd die if I married him, for I can not live without you."

With this his eyes shone once more and a smile swept across his face; I held him close once more.

"What are we going to do?" I breathed. "The mirror has been sealed and me mother has locked the door..."

He released me for a moment and walked over to my night-table by my bed and gently pushed on one of the candles, tilting it slightly and opening a trap-door by my bed. He smiled as I stared in complete surprise, although I really wasn't that shocked... How else could he have entered my room?

I smiled as I walked towards him, taking his outstretched hand and walking down the winding staircase with him, the trap-door closing behind us and candles light the staircase.

"We can not go back to my home." He whispered, I nodded at this and we continued our walk. A new song echoed off of the walls of the staircase as we descended; I let it fill my senses...

I do not care where I go, as long as I'm with you.

Mrs. Kilpatrick

I dashed around the kitchen pre-paring food for the guests. Bridget had never forgiven me for what had happened, but it would all soon change when she married Sam.

As I finished setting out the main course, I noticed the time, "Oh good heavens, It's time!" I cried as I dashed up the stairs to Bridget's room.

I heard no movement inside. It did not worry me, for lately Bridget would sit motionless and stare off into space, barely breathing. I never questioned why for fear that she would have another fit and run off into the forest, crying for hours and not returning home until someone went to look for her and brought her back.

I did not know of all that had happened that night, but I felt as though Sam had done something so horrible, that it made Bridget act this way... He would never tell me what had happened no matter how much I asked.

I pushed aside all of those thoughts as I unlocked Bridget's door. I hated locking her in, but I feared she would run off.

I knocked on her door after I unlocked it, "Bridget? It's time dearie!" I called. No reply... "I know you are still mad, but give him a chance... This is the way it must be."

I opened her door and called once more, "Bridget?" I gasped and stood in shock to see not a soul in her room. I dashed down the stairs, frantic.

As I was about to scream for my husband at the base of the stairs, I was grabbed by some figure and muffled by a queer smelling cloth that was being pressed tightly against my face.

I felt the world turn black as I looked in horror at the figure...

Father?

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