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Chapter 5:
They took place in the boat without a word, as if the magic moment was broken. Roxton noticed that she was more distant each time he kissed her. She almost looked frightened! Indeed, his driver was waiting.
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When Marguerite entered her home, she almost hit her head by remembering all the flashes that she had had. It was certainly not a prediction of the future, so… she was crazy! It was the only logical explanation because she was absolutely sure that she had never seen John before their fortuitous meeting on the street …
As she was a little thirsty, she went to the kitchen where she took a big glass of water. Lunching with John was a good thing after all, because her servants had had the week off! Besides, less she would have to cook the better! She even feared she'd poison herself!! She drank her cold water then stopped noticing something that drew her attention. She let her glass fall to the floor with a look of fear. A paper was stuck on her wall with a message: " Burn to death Parsifal! It's the only justice…" She remained unmoved, trying to assimilate the blow! Was it a joke or a true threat that she had to take seriously! She knew very well that every threat should be taken seriously. Somebody tried to kill her! She quickly left her kitchen and stepped in a liquid substance which smelled like… petroleum!
-Oh…no, she murmured, running toward her room where she kept many documents.
Especially a record of the travel of a couple that she believed to be her parents and other documents more important about the Great War, if she lost those, it would be her death! She gathered all the papers and went down to the first floor. She faced the man that she had met yesterday.
-Where are you going? He asked with an icy voice.
His eyes reflected the wickedness and his face had nothing attractive! She didn't even know him! It was evident that if they wanted to eliminate her, they would employ a killer!
-Oh… I was saying to myself that a walk would be good for me, she said with as much contempt as she could.
-Hmm, I doubt it hardly … He brought out a match.
Marguerite took a step back, this man was mad! He would burn himself by throwing the fire in the petroleum.
-You are completely crazy!
He threw the flame on the ground which ignited abruptly, blocking the passage between the bottom of the stairs and the hallway a little farther! After all, he was more intelligent than she had thought; he was already near the exit!
-Goodbye Parsifal, burn in hell!
-Count on me to kill you in hell!!! She shouted cruelly by moving upward as the flames set in the red carpet.
The fire followed the trail of petroleum which had surrounded every room of the house, following her everywhere she would go! She coughed because of the smoke then ran to the second floor.
John walked quietly behind his luxury estate, establishing a thousand ways to discover the mysteries that surrounded the beautiful Lady Krux. Since they had met, his entire universe revolved around her and only her! Even the death of his brother did not disturb him anymore. It's as if with Marguerite his nightmares disappeared to be transformed into a dream. She awakened his feeling again. Now he even wanted to spend all his days in her company! His case was really pathetic! What man would have fallen under the charm of a woman so cold and arrogant? It spoke volumes about his situation! He smiled at this thought and wanted to see Marguerite before the night fell completely.
He got in his car, not making the effort to ask his driver to accompany him. Once in front of the young lady's house, his heart raced and he jumped outside his automobile only to see the flames engulfing the house! There was a small chance that she was not inside, but his protector instinct kicked in and he ran into the house ignoring the thick smoke that was making it difficult to breathe. He avoided the flames as he searched for Marguerite on the first floor.
-Marguerite!!! He yelled, straining his ear to discern anything, a noise or a cough!
He shouted her name many times, while the fire invaded every room, making them more difficult to search. He went near the stairs and managed to find a way to climb them two the second floor … When he arrived at the top, he continued to search every room. Although the fire had grown, it was not yet as bad as below. He found her lying on the ground of her chamber. He rushed to her and raised her to him. She had inhaled too much smoke. Thus, he embraced her, ignoring the beige document that he left behind them. He managed to get them outside, how he did not know. He put "his" lady down on the ground, felt for her pulse, then made began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Marguerite opened her eyes while coughing. For a moment, her eyes were completely lost in Roxton's, and then she stood up with a certain lack of balance.
-Oh my god, she murmured, I forgot something in there!
Roxton had saved her life and all she wanted to do was go back into her house! He stopped her by taking her wrist.
-Wait! Your house is in flames, if you go back inside, I don't think that you will find an exit, so you'll follow me! He decided.
Lady Krux bent her head. She didn't have the strength to resist and followed him into his car, murmuring an inaudible thank you.
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-I think that we should return to the Tree House, Challenger said, regarding the cloudy dark sky.
Veronica felt the new storm coming.
-You're right, as soon as we are sure that everything is safe outside, we will search for them.
The pretty blonde shook her head sadly.
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Marguerite was sitting in a kitchen chair with a cup of coffee. She was very grateful to Roxton, but she had to leave. She didn't want his life to be in great danger because of her! She watched him sit down and declared while rising:
-Thank you for "saving my life"… Now, I should leave…
Roxton stood in front of her.
-What? That's all? I'm sorry, but you can't leave like this, not without an explanation of what happened in your house.
Marguerite darkened.
-I am not under your command and if I want to leave, you certainly won't stop me!
-I wouldn't bet on that if I were you! Tell me how the fire started.
She crossed her arms across her breast, obviously angry.
-I started a fire and it got out of control.
Roxton laughed mockingly.
-And what?!? I'm not stupid Marguerite!
-Let me pass! I'm not forced to tell you anything! Leave me alone! She shouted.
Roxton stayed in place while his own words returned in his head, even though he was certain that he never said or thought them. The sentences infiltrated his head and resounded for a moment: "You know I've followed you like a faithful servant. I've put up with your contradictions, your deceptions, mixed signals, bloody secrets, but if you are just going to throw your hands up in the air and just give up, you are on your own! "
He shook his head and glanced at Marguerite who was almost to the exit! Before she could touch the door, he grabbed her arm.
-I want the truth, the whole truth!
Marguerite stopped. Those words resounded in her head for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity! She seriously began to get a headache! However, she tried to keep her patience.
-Who do you think you are? I am not obligated to you!
-No, but the least you could do after what happened is be honest.
-Listen, I don't want to share my past, nor my present and even less my future with you! So just let me leave! She said irritated, moving her arm abruptly to get out of his grip.
Roxton almost lost his control of himself. He pinned her against the door and stared her into her eyes.
-Normally, I would let you do whatever you want, but you need some help, more than you realize. You can trust me.
She kept her eyes locked onto the Lord's.
-Perhaps… but I'm sorry, goodbye, she shivered in the embrace that she didn't really want to escape.
John should have moved back and lowered his arms, but he slid his hands along Marguerite's, stopping at her fingers to hold them. He captured her lips into a fiery, almost hungry, kiss, demonstrating to her his exasperation and his thirst for her. He wouldn't and didn't want to let her go.
Marguerite was asking to herself when she had lost her vigour or her coldness toward him. She answered his kiss with the same passion and hunger while his hands wandered along her back and her waist, bringing her closer. She loved the feeling of his arms around her, as if the entire world collapsed, leaving them completely alone.
They found themselves, only God knew how, in a room where John started to curse the clothes that separated their bodies. He wanted to be dizzy with her perfume, caress and taste her skin. He kept in mind each part of her body which stunned him since they had met. He removed "his Lady's" shirt, kissing her throat.
Marguerite abandoned her resolution entirely, letting the passion erase her stubbornness. She shivered when he kissed her breast, then came back to glance in her eyes. She was not even able to speak.
-Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?
Those words… Marguerite pushed Roxton away while many flashes came to her.
[…]
-Whenever you're ready all your secrets will be safe with me…
[…]
Tied to dinosaur bones, she faced Roxton's dark side and said:
-I love him, but I never told him…
[…]
They were in a cave, and didn't know how much time they had to live. She was standing near an altar and John was trying to get her to express her emotions.
-You deserve much more than me Lord Roxton.
He took her hand.
-You deserve much more than you allow yourself to have…I love you Marguerite, don't you say I can't, don't pretend you can't hear me…
-I'm not pretending…
-So why can't you say it?
-Even if isn't true?
-Isn't? It's over. You can't keep running away. Your future… our future is now
As he bent down to kiss her:-I love you… but hum…
-No mores excuses…
She was totally stunned by their words until he kissed her neck… (N/A TV Spot!)
She remembered everything; the storm, her conversation with John, the druids, their arrival in the lost world, their past years together. Challenger, Malone, Veronica, Finn and Summerlee, everything!!! As if these last weeks had blocked her mind, as if she had lived a life different than that of her past or her present… And now John was looking at her like a… fool! He seemed completely lost… She realised that he didn't remember. She took her shirt back.
-John!! You must remember!
-What?
-We are in London! You see that! But maybe we are at London in a flash back… or something like that… God, it's too complicated!
-Indeed, because I don't understand… you pushed me away without…
-Sit down, she cut in.
Marguerite realized that she hasn't been on the plateau for two weeks and she hadn't taken advantage of the situation! No, because she had met Roxton in a different circumstance. It was not surprising that she had a headache with all of these sudden memories. However, she didn't understand why she had a husband by the name of "Krux". She had been married, but not to a Philip Krux… She shook her head. What could she do to make John understand what happened?!? She must say or do something that he could remember after everything…
-Listen, I know it's strange…but what we are living at the moment, it's not "real"…
Roxton furrowed his eyebrows.
-I know! I'm sure that you've had this impression that you have seen me before, right? Well… it's true. Please remember John, the lost world, Challenger? It means nothing to you?
She glanced at him, and sighed:
-Could this day get any better…
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Hey! Last one chapter! I know that I didn't develop so much the story, but as I've already said, it's was a short fan fic! Before the last chapter, a little review for me? Please?
