Ok, I wrote this awhile ago. From the beginning, this was how I planned to end it. I wasn't going to post it, because I liked the other ending, but Jaclyn convinced me that maybe I should. All right.. I wasn't very hard to convince.. But that doesn't matter. Here is the real ending. See you all at the bottom.
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"Has anyone seen Marguerite?" Veronica asked as she came into the kitchen. "I just went in to wake her, but she wasn't in bed."
"Oh, she's been gone since daybreak." Challenger told her. "Something about herbs we've run low on."
"Do you honestly believe Marguerite is out there gathering herbs?" Malone spoke, looking up from his journal. "She hates having to do that."
"She's been visiting the grave a lot in these past few weeks." Veronica observed. "Do you think she's all right?"
"Well, she seems to be doing better." Challenger replied. "Marguerite just needs some time."
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Meanwhile, unaware that her housemates were talking about her, Marguerite sat before Roxton's grave. She was trying her best to get everything off of her chest so that she might begin to start healing. She had been there for the past two hours, just sitting, and trying to collect her thoughts. And now, Marguerite thought that she might finally be able to put it all into words.
"This still feels weird." She admitted to the earth. "Waking up in the morning, and not having you there I mean. Because I always figured that I'd be the one to die first. Hell, I'm always getting us into trouble. It makes sense that I'd be the first to die. I never thought that you'd leave me like this."
Marguerite paused.
"I mean, yes, I always thought you'd leave me at some point, but I didn't think you'd ever die. Any of the others, maybe.. but not you. You always seemed so invincible, and I knew you'd outlive us all." The heiress smiled sadly. "You just love proving me wrong, don't you?"
The only reply she received was the trilling sound of a jungle bird, so she continued.
"There was so much I never told you." Marguerite murmured. "And I hate that I never let you know how much you really meant to me. How much I.." She stumbled over the word. "..how much I loved you. Because I did love you John."
A quiet sob escaped, and Marguerite held her hand over her mouth until she calmed a bit.
"I'm sorry I never said it. Sorry that I could never quite fit my lips around the words, but I hope you know they were inside of me. I tried so hard to show you with everything I did, but it never really worked, did it?" Marguerite sniffled once before continuing. "I will never be able to forgive myself. I should have been the one to die, not you."
Marguerite wiped away a few tears roughly, not letting them travel all the way down her face.
"I know that you are with the angels, and I am still here on this damned plateau.. But, John, we are both dead. My love.. we are both dead." Another sob escaped, and a few more tears overflowed. "And I know that I have to get used to the fact that you're gone, but it's just so hard..."
Marguerite was cut off by another sob. She couldn't stop the tears anymore. They danced down her face, one after another.
"No, Marguerite. You don't."
The heiress turned around to regard the angel.
"What are you talking about?" She demanded as she tried to wipe her tears away.
"You don't have to get used to Roxton being gone. You truly don't." Sidra's voice was soft, and Marguerite feared that she might be dreaming.
"I don't understand." She admitted quietly.
"I was thinking about what you said." Sidra confessed. "About putting your powers to good use. And I thought that after what we have put you through, you deserve something for your troubles."
"Sidra, what are you saying?" Marguerite demanded.
"What I'm saying, Marguerite, is that Lord Roxton was taken before his time. And, instead of giving your powers to someone else.." The angel smiled at her. "I'll use them to give you what you want most."
Marguerite could feel her jaw drop.
"You can't be serious." She breathed, afraid to believe Sidra might be telling her the truth.
Sidra indicated that she should turn around, a grin erupting across her face. Marguerite inhaled deeply, and turned around slowly. And she could almost feel her heart stop.
For where a lonely grave once rested stood a certain hunter she had spent too many months missing. He looked dazed and confused for a second before his eyes widened, and his hands flew to his mid-section. As if looking for the wound that had killed him.
"Roxton?" Marguerite whispered. Afraid that if she spoke too loud, she would awaken in bed and discover it was just another dream.
Roxton turned his attention away from his missing wound, and towards his favorite heiress. A loving smile took over his features.
"John?" Marguerite gasped, stepping towards him. "Oh God.. John.." She sobbed, falling into his arms. "Is it really you?"
"It's really me." Roxton assured her. "It's all right Marguerite, I'm here."
"I was so afraid that I'd never see you again." She cried.
"I could never leave you Marguerite." Roxton held her tight. "I love you too much."
Marguerite laughed. Something she hadn't been able to do in a long time.
"I.. I love you too." She exclaimed. "Oh God, I missed you so much..."
Roxton kissed her gently, and Marguerite almost melted. Because it was real this time. He had really come back to her, and she was really here. In his arms. Right where she belonged. As far as Marguerite was concerned, everything was exactly as it should be. Everything was perfect again. Roxton was home, and nothing else would ever matter as much. No other moment would ever feel so right.
Sidra smiled to herself as she watched the couple before her.
"Farewell, my lord and lady." She spoke softly. "We shall meet again."
The angel bowed slightly, and in a flourish of ivory feathers and bright lights, she vanished. Roxton and Marguerite never heard her final words. But somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, Marguerite knew, without knowing how she knew, that perfection was just an illusion. She knew that eventually she would have to pay for the gift she had received today. But for now, the only thing that mattered was that Roxton had come home. Marguerite would worry about the future when it came. For now, she would just focus on being happy.
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Yay! :) lol
So, no worries. Roxton isn't dead. Not anymore, anyway. And, like I've said before, I'm sorry for killing him off, but he needed to be dead. His death gave Marguerite the strength she needed to kick the deamon's butt! But, being the romantic that I am, I just couldn't leave him dead. Even as I wrote it, I was always planning to bring Roxton back. Plus, look at how sad some of you got when he was dead. How could I not bring him back? But, damn, look at all the reviews I got! Maybe I should kill one of them off more often.. :D
Yes, but anyway, I'm sad to say that I've hit a wall where my other fics are concerned. And I just want to mention now that I'm sad my new chapter of Little Sapphire Princess has only gotten two reviews. I mean I know it isn't great, but I didn't think it was *that* bad, lol.
New chapters of LSP and my other one will most likely take awhile to write. I think I might write the sequel to this first. There wasn't going to be one, but as I was editing, an idea struck me.
Marguerite and Roxton haven't seen the last of that dear little angel. She'll be back one day to turn their lives upside down and inside out once more! Anyway, review, and let me know how much you like the new ending, and if you would like to read the sequel I'm constructing in my head. Also, if you have time, just skip on over to LSP, and R&R that too lol. Would really appreciate it. I hope you guys enjoyed reading my fic, as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you in the sequel!
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
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"Has anyone seen Marguerite?" Veronica asked as she came into the kitchen. "I just went in to wake her, but she wasn't in bed."
"Oh, she's been gone since daybreak." Challenger told her. "Something about herbs we've run low on."
"Do you honestly believe Marguerite is out there gathering herbs?" Malone spoke, looking up from his journal. "She hates having to do that."
"She's been visiting the grave a lot in these past few weeks." Veronica observed. "Do you think she's all right?"
"Well, she seems to be doing better." Challenger replied. "Marguerite just needs some time."
~*~*~*
Meanwhile, unaware that her housemates were talking about her, Marguerite sat before Roxton's grave. She was trying her best to get everything off of her chest so that she might begin to start healing. She had been there for the past two hours, just sitting, and trying to collect her thoughts. And now, Marguerite thought that she might finally be able to put it all into words.
"This still feels weird." She admitted to the earth. "Waking up in the morning, and not having you there I mean. Because I always figured that I'd be the one to die first. Hell, I'm always getting us into trouble. It makes sense that I'd be the first to die. I never thought that you'd leave me like this."
Marguerite paused.
"I mean, yes, I always thought you'd leave me at some point, but I didn't think you'd ever die. Any of the others, maybe.. but not you. You always seemed so invincible, and I knew you'd outlive us all." The heiress smiled sadly. "You just love proving me wrong, don't you?"
The only reply she received was the trilling sound of a jungle bird, so she continued.
"There was so much I never told you." Marguerite murmured. "And I hate that I never let you know how much you really meant to me. How much I.." She stumbled over the word. "..how much I loved you. Because I did love you John."
A quiet sob escaped, and Marguerite held her hand over her mouth until she calmed a bit.
"I'm sorry I never said it. Sorry that I could never quite fit my lips around the words, but I hope you know they were inside of me. I tried so hard to show you with everything I did, but it never really worked, did it?" Marguerite sniffled once before continuing. "I will never be able to forgive myself. I should have been the one to die, not you."
Marguerite wiped away a few tears roughly, not letting them travel all the way down her face.
"I know that you are with the angels, and I am still here on this damned plateau.. But, John, we are both dead. My love.. we are both dead." Another sob escaped, and a few more tears overflowed. "And I know that I have to get used to the fact that you're gone, but it's just so hard..."
Marguerite was cut off by another sob. She couldn't stop the tears anymore. They danced down her face, one after another.
"No, Marguerite. You don't."
The heiress turned around to regard the angel.
"What are you talking about?" She demanded as she tried to wipe her tears away.
"You don't have to get used to Roxton being gone. You truly don't." Sidra's voice was soft, and Marguerite feared that she might be dreaming.
"I don't understand." She admitted quietly.
"I was thinking about what you said." Sidra confessed. "About putting your powers to good use. And I thought that after what we have put you through, you deserve something for your troubles."
"Sidra, what are you saying?" Marguerite demanded.
"What I'm saying, Marguerite, is that Lord Roxton was taken before his time. And, instead of giving your powers to someone else.." The angel smiled at her. "I'll use them to give you what you want most."
Marguerite could feel her jaw drop.
"You can't be serious." She breathed, afraid to believe Sidra might be telling her the truth.
Sidra indicated that she should turn around, a grin erupting across her face. Marguerite inhaled deeply, and turned around slowly. And she could almost feel her heart stop.
For where a lonely grave once rested stood a certain hunter she had spent too many months missing. He looked dazed and confused for a second before his eyes widened, and his hands flew to his mid-section. As if looking for the wound that had killed him.
"Roxton?" Marguerite whispered. Afraid that if she spoke too loud, she would awaken in bed and discover it was just another dream.
Roxton turned his attention away from his missing wound, and towards his favorite heiress. A loving smile took over his features.
"John?" Marguerite gasped, stepping towards him. "Oh God.. John.." She sobbed, falling into his arms. "Is it really you?"
"It's really me." Roxton assured her. "It's all right Marguerite, I'm here."
"I was so afraid that I'd never see you again." She cried.
"I could never leave you Marguerite." Roxton held her tight. "I love you too much."
Marguerite laughed. Something she hadn't been able to do in a long time.
"I.. I love you too." She exclaimed. "Oh God, I missed you so much..."
Roxton kissed her gently, and Marguerite almost melted. Because it was real this time. He had really come back to her, and she was really here. In his arms. Right where she belonged. As far as Marguerite was concerned, everything was exactly as it should be. Everything was perfect again. Roxton was home, and nothing else would ever matter as much. No other moment would ever feel so right.
Sidra smiled to herself as she watched the couple before her.
"Farewell, my lord and lady." She spoke softly. "We shall meet again."
The angel bowed slightly, and in a flourish of ivory feathers and bright lights, she vanished. Roxton and Marguerite never heard her final words. But somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, Marguerite knew, without knowing how she knew, that perfection was just an illusion. She knew that eventually she would have to pay for the gift she had received today. But for now, the only thing that mattered was that Roxton had come home. Marguerite would worry about the future when it came. For now, she would just focus on being happy.
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Yay! :) lol
So, no worries. Roxton isn't dead. Not anymore, anyway. And, like I've said before, I'm sorry for killing him off, but he needed to be dead. His death gave Marguerite the strength she needed to kick the deamon's butt! But, being the romantic that I am, I just couldn't leave him dead. Even as I wrote it, I was always planning to bring Roxton back. Plus, look at how sad some of you got when he was dead. How could I not bring him back? But, damn, look at all the reviews I got! Maybe I should kill one of them off more often.. :D
Yes, but anyway, I'm sad to say that I've hit a wall where my other fics are concerned. And I just want to mention now that I'm sad my new chapter of Little Sapphire Princess has only gotten two reviews. I mean I know it isn't great, but I didn't think it was *that* bad, lol.
New chapters of LSP and my other one will most likely take awhile to write. I think I might write the sequel to this first. There wasn't going to be one, but as I was editing, an idea struck me.
Marguerite and Roxton haven't seen the last of that dear little angel. She'll be back one day to turn their lives upside down and inside out once more! Anyway, review, and let me know how much you like the new ending, and if you would like to read the sequel I'm constructing in my head. Also, if you have time, just skip on over to LSP, and R&R that too lol. Would really appreciate it. I hope you guys enjoyed reading my fic, as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you in the sequel!
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~