The woman sat down on the couch. As Mel stepped into the house she smelled her. Her lover's fiance smelled of the goo between the toes of a fat old man which had been dead for several days. Mel gasped. The stench nearly made her pass out. She stumbled and her knees gave out. Demitre rushed and swept her up into his arms. Their eyes met. then she pulled away. Dropping to the floor she pushed herself up and went into the kitchen to fetch something for Numair and his guest to drink. Numair introduced the woman as Kriandar Mistogoitch. Mel tried hard as humanly possible to act polite as she could towards Kriandar but every time Mel came near her she nearly lost consciousness. She would seek into Demitre's room to talk with him.
"Demitre, I don't think I should still be seeing you." Mel said one night during their secret meeting.
"Why not? Is it Kriandar? She means nothing to me! You are the only person I care about." He touched her cheek. She bowed her head.
"What if your father catches us? What will you do then?" He lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her.
"I'll take you far away and marry you there. We could be happy together. I love you." He brushed her hair out of her face. Kriandar really meant nothing to him. She was just another girl he'd have to get rid of. Just like the others. She was probably paid to marry me. Father is determined to make sure I never fall in love. To bad for him. Maybe this one will make him stop. I'll get rid of her just like the others........ by any means necessary. He ran his hands through her hair and told her she should get some sleep. She went to her room.
In the morning she woke to a loud yell. Numair was awake. During the night someone had killed Kriandar. Mel ran to the room to see what had happened. Blood covered the walls. The woman's intestines were wrapped around her neck and her organs were pinned to the walls by shards of the broken mirror in the corner. The rest of the pieces of glass were embedded into her forehead. Mel vomited just before she passed out.
She woke to Demitre. He smiled at her. She began to cry. No matter how much she despised Kriandar, she didn't think she deserved to die, especially in the manner she did. Mel was determined to figure out who killed Kriandar. Demitre kissed her forehead and told her to get some sleep. He left the room. Why did she feel so afraid of her lover? Did her kill Kriandar? He hated her, but would he really kill her? Mel didn't know. She couldn't think straight. Maybe she hit her head to hard when she fell....... Goddess knows........ when she woke up she was going to find out who killed Kriandar. Was it Numair or her lover...?With that she went back to sleep.
That was an interesting chapter. It was short but I hope it wasn't too short if you know what I mean. Well, my personal emotions about this chapter are mixed. I kinda liked it but in the same way I thought I could have done better. Oh well! I'll fix it later. Just like the other chapters! -Random Classmate