Chapter 7
Discovery
By Random Classmate
The image of Kriandar's dead body filled her dreams. Kriandar walked about as though she weren't dead. Her insides were draped over her shoulder's like some sort of bloody mantle. She saw herself kill Kriandar. What had happened that night? She couldn't remember a thing..... What if..... she..... killed Kriandar? That was impossible! Why would she do a thing like that? She couldn't remember what she had done the night before. Maybe she was the culprit.
She woke crying. It was late. Terrified, she got out of the bed. The floor was cold as ice. Tears splashed onto the floor as she began to pack her things. She would have to leave. She couldn't stay with Numair and Demitre. She was a cold-hearted killer and would have to die. She planned to turn herself into the authorities and they would hang her for murder. She would avenge Kriandar's death by sacrificing herself. She wondered then what she was packing for. She was going to die, she didn't need to bring clean clothing. She had to say good-bye to Demitre. She went into his bedroom. He was also packing. She stood into the doorway. He saw her there. "I'm taking you away. It's isn't safe here for you anymore. We're leaving." He said pausing. Then he continued to pack.
"I..... w-why are you taking me away?" she said stepping closer to him closing the door.
"My father thinks you killed Kriandar. He's going to turn you in."
"I did.... I must have..... You can't leave! Stay here! I don't want to hurt you!" she said loudly. She wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her gently.
"You didn't kill Kriandar. You aren't the type of person who would do a thing like that." He pushed her softly on to the bed. He played with the tips of her hair. "Mel, I told you that I would take you away and marry you, remember? I want to keep my promise. Mel, will you marry me?" he said pulling a ring from his pocket. She looked at him. She could feel herself blushing. She smiled at him. They embraced one another.
The next night, they stole from the house. They traveled to a church where they were married. It was early the next morning when they returned home. She was so happy. Her aunt and uncle told her that she would never get married. Proved them wrong. I hope Numair doesn't find out. Demitre would get into so much trouble.... I don't want him to get hurt..... I will never let anyone hurt him..... ever.... She went downstairs to make dinner for her husband and master. Demitre told her to meet him tonight in the stables at midnight. She would be sure to keep that appointment.
In the stable, Demitre waited for her. He waited patiently for her arrival. She walked into the stable. He pulled her into his arms. They kissed. He said, "Hello, dear. How was your day?" Smiling, he lead her outside.
"You know... same stuff new day." She grinned. They went down a path which lead to a small clearing. . He sat next to a creek that ran through the clearing. She plopped down next to him. They sat watching the water swirl down past the rocks and listened to the trickle. He leaned closer to her. She smiled and began to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse.
"Have you ever had a lover before me?" he asked her putting his arm around her.
"I.... not..... a..... well..... my....." She paused. She wasn't supposed to tell anyone what had happened.
"What happened Mel?" he asked her. He was worried that something horrible had happened to her when she was younger. "Did someone hurt you?"
"My uncle..... would watch my cousins undress and he.... touched me.... once.... when I was 13... I told my aunt but she didn't believe me.... and he did it every night. I would go to bed and he'd.... you know..... but I've never had a lover before you." she pulled away from him as she spoke. He pulled her close. She had been through so much more than any other girl he had ever met. She didn't need anymore excitement, she needed a break. As soon as he could, he'd take her somewhere where she would be safe and could relax.
"You are the toughest person I know."
"You're just saying that."
"No I mean it. You have dealt with so many problems and you still manage to keep yourself composed. You are a very strong girl. I wish I was as tough as you."
"I'm nothing but ordinary." She knew she had been through a lot, but she didn't consider herself a strong person for that. She considered herself plain old Melquiades, your average girl. Nothing more or less.
It was starting to get late. They headed back to the house, followed by Numair who had been sitting in the bushes for the past few hours, listening to them talk. They parted and went to their own rooms. Numair walked to his bedroom and pulled a dagger from his dresser. He walk down the hall and entered Mel's little room where she was already sleeping.
End of Chapter 7
Darn..... out of ideas..... fingers hurt from lessons today...... typing done have fun..... night night........