All right, this chapter is *really* short. Sorry about that, but I wasn't quite sure how to drag this scene out. Thanks again to all of you who reviewed.
Audrey - post the chapter, lol. And if you think you could make it better, then edit it. but you have to post it, 'cause I'm dying for a third chapter. As I'm sure everyone else is.
Also, I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Makes up for me disliking it so much, lol. Again, sorry this chapter is so short, but I'll make it up to you somehow. I think I'll just let you read it.. see you guys at the bottom.
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Marguerite practically clawed her way up out of a trap door, into what looked like a throne room. After what had to have been at least five hours creeping along through the dark, damp dungeon, she was glad to once more be in a place that was dry, warm, and well lit.
But her relief at finally being free of the dungeons was replaced by something else all to quickly. Something Marguerite couldn't name yet, and didn't care to. All that mattered was the person before her.
"Roxton?" She gasped.
Roxton smiled at her.
"Marguerite. I was wondering when you would finally make your way here."
"You.." Marguerite inhaled. "This.. it can't be real." She spoke softly.
"And why not?" Roxton demanded as he moved closer to her. "You know as well as I do that anything is possible here. Even life, where there was only death."
Roxton cupped Marguerite's face, his thumb running over her lips.
"Doesn't it feel real?" He asked quietly.
Before Marguerite had a chance to reply, the hunter leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Kissing her with such passion that one might expect the two of them to burst into flames.
It was Marguerite who broke the kiss. Recoiling in pain, as if she had been burnt, her fingers flying to her lips.
"You aren't Roxton." She exclaimed.
Roxton regarded her as if she had gone mad.
"Marguerite, what are you talking about? Of course I am. Who else could I possibly be?"
"I don't know, but you're not him!" The heiress shrieked.
"Shhh." Roxton hushed her as he pulled her back into his arms. "It's all right. I'm here now. You don't have to be alone anymore my darling. I'm right here."
Marguerite thrashed in his embrace.
"Let *go* of me!" She shouted, pushing him away. "You *aren't* Roxton. You actually think you would have been able to fool me, of all people?" Marguerite's eyes flared with anger. "You don't think I KNOW how his kisses feel?!" She exploded.
Roxton backed away, his eyes wide in fear.
"Marguerite.. calm down all right?" He asked gently.
"And there is your second mistake." Marguerite continued. "Roxton has never backed away from me." She raised her gun and pointed it in Roxton's direction. "Checkmate." She murmured.
Marguerite pulled the trigger, and the bullet ripped through him easily.
Roxton roared in pain.
"You stupid woman!" He snapped. "That hurt!"
The outlines of his body started to blur, as the deamon changed shape. Although Marguerite found herself wishing she hadn't pushed her luck. The creature expanded himself, until he was at least 8 feet tall and brushing up against the ceiling. Skin melted away and made room for a leathery hide that shone a glossy black. He looked like a creature born from nightmares and fueled by shadows.
Her bullets didn't seem like enough anymore. And before Marguerite had a chance to escape, the deamon had it's claws wrapped around her, lifting her into the air.
"Listen to me." It hissed at the woman in it's grasp. "I have the power to give you whatever you want. Jewels, power, revenge.. what ever you desire the most."
"I don't want any of that." Marguerite insisted as she tried to squirm her way free.
The deamon released her, and she fell to the floor. When she looked up again, Roxton stood before her once more. Only this time, he held a medium sized bag made of animal hide.
"You don't want this?" he asked, tossing the bag to her.
Marguerite caught the bag, wincing at it's weight. She regarded it suspiciously as she turned it in her hands.
"Open it." The Roxton look-alike insisted.
Marguerite untied the bag carefully, and peered inside. Her eyes visibly widened as she inhaled suddenly.
"I take it you like them." he chuckled.
Inside the bag were countless numbers of gems. Diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and many others. All of them at least the size of her fist. Some even larger.
"They could all be yours you know." He assured her.
"These can't be real." Marguerite argued.
"Leave me alone, and they're yours. Them, and so many more. Marguerite, I can give you so many jewels you won't know what to do with them all. And power beyond your wildest dreams."
"And all I have to do is leave you alone?" Marguerite asked, her attention still held by the jewels in the bag.
"Yes. That's all. You get everything you've ever wanted, and I get the world."
Marguerite paused, as if for the first time remembering what she was here to prevent.
"No." She closed the bag, tied it, and set it upon the ground. "I can't do that."
"Don't be stupid. What do you owe any of them?" He hissed at her, destroying the illusion that she was talking to the real Lord Roxton.
"I came here to stop you, and that's what I'm going to do." Marguerite insisted.
"Don't be stupid. I'm offering you paradise!" He exclaimed.
Marguerite looked him in the eyes as she spoke.
"I gave up paradise once before. I can do it again."
Roxton was replaced with the deamon once more, and again Marguerite found herself being snatched from the ground. Only this time, he wasn't so gentle. This time, he was squeezing the life from her.
"Stupid mortal." The deamon growled. "I could have given you anything you've ever desired. You could have had everything."
Marguerite struggled to free herself enough that she might be able to inhale, but the deamon's grip was too tight. The world started to spin and tilt around her, bright spots dancing before her eyes as she was denied air.
"And now you're dying. And for what?" He laughed.
Shadows began to dance around the edges of Marguerite's vision as her lungs started to burn. But still, she could not draw in oxygen.
'John...' she though wearily. 'I tried. Honest, I did. I'm coming home John... I'll be there soon...'
The deamon's body shook with laughter as Marguerite's body went limp in his hand. Slowly, Her eyes drew themselves shut, and she stopped trying to get away.
The deamon let the woman fall to the floor lifelessly.
Marguerite Krux was dead, and he was safe now. The only person that might have been able to stop him was no longer alive, and that was all that mattered. Now, as far as he was concerned, he was invincible.
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lol, guess I really *can* be cruel enough to kill them both off. eep. Sorry. I wasn't planning on killing Marguerite, it just sort of happened. And sorry to leave you like that, but now I have a good place to pick it up next chapter. Which, btw, I already have half written. So, with plenty of reviews, I'll have it finished and posted by Sunday night. Although, it's already Sunday... I hope you all appreciate my staying up until quarter past one in the morning to post this, lol. But, I couldn't sleep anyway, so no biggie. Anyway, sorry again for killing off Marguerite. But, I had to. Well, no, I didn't.. but doesn't it make the story so much more heart-breaking? :D
Oh, and out of curiosity, what happened to everyone who reviewed my first chapter? You all seem to have vanished. Well, not all of you. I do have quite a few faithful reviewers. ;)
Anyway, review for me, and I'll see you all next chapter.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
Audrey - post the chapter, lol. And if you think you could make it better, then edit it. but you have to post it, 'cause I'm dying for a third chapter. As I'm sure everyone else is.
Also, I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Makes up for me disliking it so much, lol. Again, sorry this chapter is so short, but I'll make it up to you somehow. I think I'll just let you read it.. see you guys at the bottom.
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Marguerite practically clawed her way up out of a trap door, into what looked like a throne room. After what had to have been at least five hours creeping along through the dark, damp dungeon, she was glad to once more be in a place that was dry, warm, and well lit.
But her relief at finally being free of the dungeons was replaced by something else all to quickly. Something Marguerite couldn't name yet, and didn't care to. All that mattered was the person before her.
"Roxton?" She gasped.
Roxton smiled at her.
"Marguerite. I was wondering when you would finally make your way here."
"You.." Marguerite inhaled. "This.. it can't be real." She spoke softly.
"And why not?" Roxton demanded as he moved closer to her. "You know as well as I do that anything is possible here. Even life, where there was only death."
Roxton cupped Marguerite's face, his thumb running over her lips.
"Doesn't it feel real?" He asked quietly.
Before Marguerite had a chance to reply, the hunter leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Kissing her with such passion that one might expect the two of them to burst into flames.
It was Marguerite who broke the kiss. Recoiling in pain, as if she had been burnt, her fingers flying to her lips.
"You aren't Roxton." She exclaimed.
Roxton regarded her as if she had gone mad.
"Marguerite, what are you talking about? Of course I am. Who else could I possibly be?"
"I don't know, but you're not him!" The heiress shrieked.
"Shhh." Roxton hushed her as he pulled her back into his arms. "It's all right. I'm here now. You don't have to be alone anymore my darling. I'm right here."
Marguerite thrashed in his embrace.
"Let *go* of me!" She shouted, pushing him away. "You *aren't* Roxton. You actually think you would have been able to fool me, of all people?" Marguerite's eyes flared with anger. "You don't think I KNOW how his kisses feel?!" She exploded.
Roxton backed away, his eyes wide in fear.
"Marguerite.. calm down all right?" He asked gently.
"And there is your second mistake." Marguerite continued. "Roxton has never backed away from me." She raised her gun and pointed it in Roxton's direction. "Checkmate." She murmured.
Marguerite pulled the trigger, and the bullet ripped through him easily.
Roxton roared in pain.
"You stupid woman!" He snapped. "That hurt!"
The outlines of his body started to blur, as the deamon changed shape. Although Marguerite found herself wishing she hadn't pushed her luck. The creature expanded himself, until he was at least 8 feet tall and brushing up against the ceiling. Skin melted away and made room for a leathery hide that shone a glossy black. He looked like a creature born from nightmares and fueled by shadows.
Her bullets didn't seem like enough anymore. And before Marguerite had a chance to escape, the deamon had it's claws wrapped around her, lifting her into the air.
"Listen to me." It hissed at the woman in it's grasp. "I have the power to give you whatever you want. Jewels, power, revenge.. what ever you desire the most."
"I don't want any of that." Marguerite insisted as she tried to squirm her way free.
The deamon released her, and she fell to the floor. When she looked up again, Roxton stood before her once more. Only this time, he held a medium sized bag made of animal hide.
"You don't want this?" he asked, tossing the bag to her.
Marguerite caught the bag, wincing at it's weight. She regarded it suspiciously as she turned it in her hands.
"Open it." The Roxton look-alike insisted.
Marguerite untied the bag carefully, and peered inside. Her eyes visibly widened as she inhaled suddenly.
"I take it you like them." he chuckled.
Inside the bag were countless numbers of gems. Diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and many others. All of them at least the size of her fist. Some even larger.
"They could all be yours you know." He assured her.
"These can't be real." Marguerite argued.
"Leave me alone, and they're yours. Them, and so many more. Marguerite, I can give you so many jewels you won't know what to do with them all. And power beyond your wildest dreams."
"And all I have to do is leave you alone?" Marguerite asked, her attention still held by the jewels in the bag.
"Yes. That's all. You get everything you've ever wanted, and I get the world."
Marguerite paused, as if for the first time remembering what she was here to prevent.
"No." She closed the bag, tied it, and set it upon the ground. "I can't do that."
"Don't be stupid. What do you owe any of them?" He hissed at her, destroying the illusion that she was talking to the real Lord Roxton.
"I came here to stop you, and that's what I'm going to do." Marguerite insisted.
"Don't be stupid. I'm offering you paradise!" He exclaimed.
Marguerite looked him in the eyes as she spoke.
"I gave up paradise once before. I can do it again."
Roxton was replaced with the deamon once more, and again Marguerite found herself being snatched from the ground. Only this time, he wasn't so gentle. This time, he was squeezing the life from her.
"Stupid mortal." The deamon growled. "I could have given you anything you've ever desired. You could have had everything."
Marguerite struggled to free herself enough that she might be able to inhale, but the deamon's grip was too tight. The world started to spin and tilt around her, bright spots dancing before her eyes as she was denied air.
"And now you're dying. And for what?" He laughed.
Shadows began to dance around the edges of Marguerite's vision as her lungs started to burn. But still, she could not draw in oxygen.
'John...' she though wearily. 'I tried. Honest, I did. I'm coming home John... I'll be there soon...'
The deamon's body shook with laughter as Marguerite's body went limp in his hand. Slowly, Her eyes drew themselves shut, and she stopped trying to get away.
The deamon let the woman fall to the floor lifelessly.
Marguerite Krux was dead, and he was safe now. The only person that might have been able to stop him was no longer alive, and that was all that mattered. Now, as far as he was concerned, he was invincible.
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lol, guess I really *can* be cruel enough to kill them both off. eep. Sorry. I wasn't planning on killing Marguerite, it just sort of happened. And sorry to leave you like that, but now I have a good place to pick it up next chapter. Which, btw, I already have half written. So, with plenty of reviews, I'll have it finished and posted by Sunday night. Although, it's already Sunday... I hope you all appreciate my staying up until quarter past one in the morning to post this, lol. But, I couldn't sleep anyway, so no biggie. Anyway, sorry again for killing off Marguerite. But, I had to. Well, no, I didn't.. but doesn't it make the story so much more heart-breaking? :D
Oh, and out of curiosity, what happened to everyone who reviewed my first chapter? You all seem to have vanished. Well, not all of you. I do have quite a few faithful reviewers. ;)
Anyway, review for me, and I'll see you all next chapter.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~