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A/N: Okay, first of all thanks to my best friend for her help with the plot!!! THANK YOU!
Then thanks for your reviews, it means a lot to me, because I´m not sure if I like the way it goes at the moment…so thanks!!! Now, you´re finally going to know what happened…
He sighed. "Now, first stop lookin´ at me like that, lass, it makes me feel silly."
She returned his smile as he sat down on a bench.
"Ok, well. I…"
He took in an audible breath and rubbed his forehead. She noticed how hard it was for him to put it into words and sat down next to him laying a hand onto his.
He took her small hand into his own and squeezed it, then went on.
"We were standing before the gate as planned. Suddenly there came some creatures, thousands of ´em, down on us. All at one second, we had no warning."
He took another deep breath.
"I couldn´t see them, they threw something over my head. My arms were pressed agaist my sides."
He looked at her excusingly.
"The dagger you gave me cut into my arm. They took it off me."
She nodded. "I found it."
"Really?"
He didn´t sound and look as happy as he meant to, but she knew it was because of the context. After another second of hesitation, he continued.
"Then, everything went dark. I awoke, laying on a stone bench. There were no windows, no doors, no light, nothing at all. I tried to See what was outside the walls but – I was blocked. Instead they put this…vision into my mind, this scene. They tried to break me down, they were searching for something. It didn´t go away, I thought, I´d go crazy. It – someday I finally managed to build a wall into my head, to block it out. When they saw it didn´t reach me anymore, they released me. I didn´t really notice what happened around me. Just there was suddenly light. And then I ran. I ran, trying to flee that scene. But it was still hunting me. No matter how far I ran. Then I was here again. I don´t even know how. I remember you greeting me, I knew you would be crying, but I didn´t, I couldn´t break the barrier down, I knew I would see it again. Just at night I couldn´t block, at night I saw it. I didn´t knew if I Saw or saw it, I was, I am so afraid it would come true, if I´d let you reach me. Last night I could finally, somehow, I don´t know, break the – spell? I don´t know, whatever. I, still see when I look back, and if I´m alone, if I´m not thinking about something else, I can´t help it, but I can, I´m at least able to distract myself."
Again he took a deep breath, before lifting his face, looking at his wife-to-be axiously. She looked starteled, trying to comprehend. She met his eyes, had to force herself not to look away from the pain she saw. She was so sorry, she wanted to take the memory from him, to ease his pain. But she had to know.
"George. What – what did you see?"
He shuddered.
"Sorry, lass."
His normally deep and charming voice less more than a whisper.
"I can´t - tell you."
She shook her head, eyes pleading. He had to share that. She was so afraid he would never be the same again, would never be able to come over it. His voice was even quieter, but firm, as he added, holding out his other hand.
"Can show it to you."
Alanna stared at him, hesitating a second, then laid a slightly trembeling hand into his. As soon as they touched her vision went black.
A heartbeat later blinding white light surrounded her and forced her to blink. When she opened her eyes again she was standing in a room she discovered to be a room at Pirate´s Swoop where George had been furnishing his office. The door flew open and George stormed in, appearingly not noticing her. He rushed over to his desk and collapsed into the chair, growling. He was deeply frowning and obviously very angry.
"Geroge?", she inquired carefully, taking a step closer.
No reaction. She guessed she couldn´t be seen by anyone here. Suddenly he startled her. He began to laugh. Not the friendly, warm laughter she loved, but a cruel one, the laughter of a mad man. It made her shiver. A knock at the door made her turn. She gasped in shock as she saw herself sliding inside.
"Hi", she heard herself purr.
"Hi", his voice was the one she knew again, his friendly smile spread across his face instead of the angry frown he had worn just a second ago.
He stood walked over to her other self and wrapped his arms around her. "She" plastered on a sheepish grin, Alanna hoped she never wore in reality, and startet to draw ornaments on his chest with her indexfinger.
"You´re not mad at me anymore, are you?"
"Her" sweet smile made Alanna´s stomach growl. What could´ve changed her into behaving like one of the women she actually despised so much? And what had made George so false? His hand wandered down her back, pulling her close.
"Nay, lass…"
They kissed passionately, her arms flung around his neck, one of his hands garessling her breasts.
Alanna frowned. Now what was this about? Why didn´t he tell her he was mad at her?
Suddenly "she" broke apart, gasping. Close to her ear, he whispered:
"That was the last time you fooled me, lass."
"She" sank to her knees, a dagger burried deep in her chest, blood turned her former white shirt dark.
Shocked Alanna stared at the terrible scene. Now she knew what had frightened him so much. "She" had abused him, had taken advantage of his feelings for her, in a way it hurt him so deeply that he was finally far enough to kill her rather than letting her continue. Then she was sucked back, felt like being pulled through a heavy flow.
She was back at the balcony, clenching George´s hands in her own, staring at him. Tears flooded down her cheeks.
"George…", her voice was hoarse.
By the time it was dawning they were still sitting there, holding each other, snuggled close under a wool blanket he had fetched her about an hour ago. They had not spoken a word, it had not been necessary, they knew each others thought right know perfectly.
A/N: That it. What do you think? PLEASE review!!! Or email me!
