Yes, yes I'm awful I'm cruel, making you wait. I apologize. This is the next to last chapter. I think I can stretch this out a bit more. BP
Fire Fight
"It can't be," said Nadine shakily. "Who else would it be?" Angoline whispered harshly. "What are we going to do?" "You're going to let me go of course," said Gwendoline rhetorically, "What other option do you have?" "No, no," said Nadine. She was beginning to get hysterical, "we can't turn her over to him we can't." "No one's turning me over to anyone," Gwendoline shouted, "I'm going!" "No your not Gwenivere, your staying with me so I can look after you-" "Gwendoline," said Warren quietly. "What?" asked Nadine turning to him. "You...called her Gwenivere, she's Gwendoline...Nadine." "Well of course she's Gwendoline!" Nadine said indignantly, what you think I don't know my own daughter?" "Do you?" Gwendoline asked coldly. Nadine looked up at Gwendoline. "Well I should say so I-"
There was a pounding on the door. "Open up! You get one warning and then I'm kicking the door down." It was Dilandau. "There's no need," said Angoline, "hopefully we can have a peaceful end to this. Gwendoline's eyes lit up at the sound of her lover's voice. A dark shadow fell over Nadine's face as she moved backward, behind Gwendoline. Angoline walked over to the door. preparing to open it. Hopefully this would end quickly anfd quietly, and no one would be harmed (Not to spoil it but with another chapter in the hole...I think not)
Nadine pulled out a dagger and before anyone knew it, she had grabbed Gwendoline, pressing the point of the blade at her throat. "My God Nadine!" exclaimed Warren. "What are you doing?" "Something you never had the nerve to do you spineless worm!" she growled, her face twisted in raw desperation. "I'm taking matters into my own hands," "Let her go Nadine," Angoline pleaded, "She's your daughter, you might hurt her." "It would suit the spoiled brat!" she shouted, "I've done everything to try and protect her, but no, she always has to be the bad one, don't you, you little slut!"
"Nadine," said Warren stepping toward her, "Just give me the dagger and we can go home," "Stay back!" Nadine ordered. The door was kicked down. In the commotion Gwendoline was able to get loose enough to begin battling her mother for the dagger. The two women fought and clawed for control, until Gwendoline grabbed Nadine, choking her. Everyone, including Dilandau watched this, stunned. Nadine reached out desperately and turned over the lit candles Angoline had set on a nearby table. Wax dripped, burning Gwendoline's arm and giving Nadine enough time and leverage to knock Gwendoline out. Dilandau removed his sword but Nadine was quicker with her dagger. The overturn candles burned the rug and the wooden floor was also now catching fire. No one moved. Nadine pressed the blade to the throat of her unconscious child. "Stay back, all of you." She lifted the girl to her feet, the weight of the body caused her to stagger back against the table, knocking papers to the growing fire below, fueling it. Still, everyone's eyes was fixed on Nadine.
"You," she said venomously to Dilandau, "You can't have her. I won't let you." "Out of curiousity," Dilandau said watching her, still gripping his sword, "what does any of this really have to do with you?" The fire was now nudging the wall. Angoline reached for a pillow, eyeing the glowing flames. "I said don't move!" Nadine shouted angrily. Angoline snapped reluctantly back into place. The fire had begun to crawl up the wooden table, the wall, and was spreading across the floor, merrily neglected. "This has everything to do with me," Nadine answered, "You think I don't know what she did? She took away my little angel, she killed her. Why would I ever let her be happy after what she did? I won't." "Of course you won't," said Gwendoline, now conscious, "because you're spiteful bitch just like your little angel. And you know what? You were the one I was trying to kill in that fire. Just thought you'd like to know."
With incredible agility, Gwendoline moved yet again out of her mother's grip, only this time, she knocked Nadine down, sending her sliding across the floor towards the bedrooms. Gwendoline picked up the blade where her mother had dropped it. She looked down at her helpless mother on the floor, the fire growing behind her, even as her father and aunt struggled to put it out. This was no time burning, no time for play. Someone had to die.
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Okay, I'm stopping there so I can write one last chapter. Hope you guys forgive me for the wait. I can't tell you what happens, who lives or maybe who dies, but I don't think you'll want to miss it! BP
Fire Fight
"It can't be," said Nadine shakily. "Who else would it be?" Angoline whispered harshly. "What are we going to do?" "You're going to let me go of course," said Gwendoline rhetorically, "What other option do you have?" "No, no," said Nadine. She was beginning to get hysterical, "we can't turn her over to him we can't." "No one's turning me over to anyone," Gwendoline shouted, "I'm going!" "No your not Gwenivere, your staying with me so I can look after you-" "Gwendoline," said Warren quietly. "What?" asked Nadine turning to him. "You...called her Gwenivere, she's Gwendoline...Nadine." "Well of course she's Gwendoline!" Nadine said indignantly, what you think I don't know my own daughter?" "Do you?" Gwendoline asked coldly. Nadine looked up at Gwendoline. "Well I should say so I-"
There was a pounding on the door. "Open up! You get one warning and then I'm kicking the door down." It was Dilandau. "There's no need," said Angoline, "hopefully we can have a peaceful end to this. Gwendoline's eyes lit up at the sound of her lover's voice. A dark shadow fell over Nadine's face as she moved backward, behind Gwendoline. Angoline walked over to the door. preparing to open it. Hopefully this would end quickly anfd quietly, and no one would be harmed (Not to spoil it but with another chapter in the hole...I think not)
Nadine pulled out a dagger and before anyone knew it, she had grabbed Gwendoline, pressing the point of the blade at her throat. "My God Nadine!" exclaimed Warren. "What are you doing?" "Something you never had the nerve to do you spineless worm!" she growled, her face twisted in raw desperation. "I'm taking matters into my own hands," "Let her go Nadine," Angoline pleaded, "She's your daughter, you might hurt her." "It would suit the spoiled brat!" she shouted, "I've done everything to try and protect her, but no, she always has to be the bad one, don't you, you little slut!"
"Nadine," said Warren stepping toward her, "Just give me the dagger and we can go home," "Stay back!" Nadine ordered. The door was kicked down. In the commotion Gwendoline was able to get loose enough to begin battling her mother for the dagger. The two women fought and clawed for control, until Gwendoline grabbed Nadine, choking her. Everyone, including Dilandau watched this, stunned. Nadine reached out desperately and turned over the lit candles Angoline had set on a nearby table. Wax dripped, burning Gwendoline's arm and giving Nadine enough time and leverage to knock Gwendoline out. Dilandau removed his sword but Nadine was quicker with her dagger. The overturn candles burned the rug and the wooden floor was also now catching fire. No one moved. Nadine pressed the blade to the throat of her unconscious child. "Stay back, all of you." She lifted the girl to her feet, the weight of the body caused her to stagger back against the table, knocking papers to the growing fire below, fueling it. Still, everyone's eyes was fixed on Nadine.
"You," she said venomously to Dilandau, "You can't have her. I won't let you." "Out of curiousity," Dilandau said watching her, still gripping his sword, "what does any of this really have to do with you?" The fire was now nudging the wall. Angoline reached for a pillow, eyeing the glowing flames. "I said don't move!" Nadine shouted angrily. Angoline snapped reluctantly back into place. The fire had begun to crawl up the wooden table, the wall, and was spreading across the floor, merrily neglected. "This has everything to do with me," Nadine answered, "You think I don't know what she did? She took away my little angel, she killed her. Why would I ever let her be happy after what she did? I won't." "Of course you won't," said Gwendoline, now conscious, "because you're spiteful bitch just like your little angel. And you know what? You were the one I was trying to kill in that fire. Just thought you'd like to know."
With incredible agility, Gwendoline moved yet again out of her mother's grip, only this time, she knocked Nadine down, sending her sliding across the floor towards the bedrooms. Gwendoline picked up the blade where her mother had dropped it. She looked down at her helpless mother on the floor, the fire growing behind her, even as her father and aunt struggled to put it out. This was no time burning, no time for play. Someone had to die.
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Okay, I'm stopping there so I can write one last chapter. Hope you guys forgive me for the wait. I can't tell you what happens, who lives or maybe who dies, but I don't think you'll want to miss it! BP