A/N: okay, this is hunyak's chap. the hungarian one. since i dont know hungarian, the chap's in english. when characters r talking in hungarian, it will be like this '....' . if they're speaking in english, it'll be like this "...." . that's how u can tell the difference, if u can tell. i think this is my fav. chap so far.

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What am I doing here? They say my famous lover held down my husband and I chopped his head off. But it's not true. I am innocent. I don't know why Uncle Sam says I did it. I tried to explain at the police station but they didn't understand

Mit keresek én itt? Azt mondják, a híres lakóm lefogta a férjem, én meg lecsaptam a fejét. De nem igaz. Én ártatlan vagyok. Nem tudom, miért mondja Uncle Sam, hogy én tettem. Próbáltam a rendõrségen megmagyarázni, de nem értették meg. (A/N: the last time i tried using weird characters on this site, some of the letters just come out as question marks. but that's the hungarian version... this chapter WILL b in english, btw).

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I had never been more happy in my life when that night came. Nikolas and I had just gone to see an opera show and had a fantastic time. Now we were alone, in my apartment.

'Darling, you know I love you,' he whispered, as I hung up my coat.

'Yes,' I said, taking a seat in an armchair. He leaned towards me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and grabbed his shoulders. We looked at me briefly, then I kissed him ardently.

Nikolas swept me up in his arms, and carried me over to my bed. I laughed and broke away from him as he set me down.

'Nik, don't let's do anything naughty!' I giggled.

'My dear, I had no intention of it,' he said, smiling genuinely. I watched in amazement as he got down on one knee before me. "Hunyak, my dearest ...."

'Nikolas,' I whispered, every fiber of my praying that he was going to say what I hoped he was.

'Would you please bring some light into this poor soul's life and marry me?' he asked. Before I could say anything, he took a small black box out of his coat pocket and opened it before me.

'Oh...' was all I could breath as I stared.

A small, little, diamond was perched on a golden band in the form of a ring. I looked at Nikolas, who was staring at me, biting down on his lower lip. As if he thought I might even consider saying no.

'Of course I will, Nikolas,' I sobbed, getting down onto my knees as well. He laughed with relief, and we knelt there together; embracing and laughing, kissing and crying. I had never felt so many emotions at once.

'I don't know what I'd have done if you'd said no,' he whispered. 'I probably would've jumped out a window or something.'

'You must not joke about such things!' I reprimanded him seriously. 'It's bad luck! Say a prayer, quickly!'

'God, please spare me from myself so that I may live the rest of my life with this woman before me,' Nikolas said, a silly grin plastered onto his face. 'Oh Hunyak, how can I even hope to be serious at a time like this?'

'Dearest...' I whispered, resting my chin on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I could.

He inhaled deeply, then stood up. 'Well, we must start to get ready.'

'For what?' I asked stupidly, standing up.

'To prepare the wedding, my little genius,' he laughed, flicking me playfully on the nose. 'I'll go speak to the minister.'

'Now? But it's so late at night,' I began.

'So? It's never to late for holy matrimony!!' Nikolas laughed. He winked at me and kissed me again.

'You--you're not thinking of getting married toNIGHT, are you?' I asked him in pure shock and disbelief.

'No, not right now, silly,' he said with a smile. 'We need time to invite all our family and friends.'

'Of course,' I said quietly, grinning helplessly.

'Hunyak...before we do get married, you won't .... you won't do anything with someone ... else, would you?' Nikolas asked me apprehensively. 'I mean, cause I know you wouldn't do that as soon as we were married, so you wouldn't want to cram something in before we did, would you?'

I was shocked that he would even think such a thing of me. 'Do think me so low?!' I asked incredulously, insulted. 'Nik, I can't believe you'd be stupid enough to ask me something as dirty as that!'

'I am sorry,' he apologized quickly. 'It's just that you're so pretty, and I know that several men would kill to get their hands on you.'

'Nik, who do you think I am?' I laughed. 'Veronica Kelly?'

Nikolas looked at me, then smiled again. 'I'm sorry, dear. I'll see you tomorrow!' He kissed me once on the cheek, then walked out the door.

I spun about the room in my happiness. I couldn't believe it--Nikolas and I were getting married! The very idea seemed just unbelievable to me. I ran to the window and drew the curtains. I opened it, and screamed into the night about my joy.

Then I withdrew with embarrassment. One of my neighbors had been on her balcony as well, and was staring at me in confusion. I had forgotten everyone here only spoke English. I haven't met anyone who knows Hungarian yet (except for Nikolas, of course, but he doesn't count because he came here with me).

"Wait," said the woman from outside. I didn't know what she wanted, but she didn't sound angry. Timidly, I stepped back outside. "What's your name?" she asked.

I gulped and started to sweat, in spite of the cold night air. What did she want?

I think she sensed I hadn't understood because she smiled understandingly. But I still didn't know what to say.

"I....no English," I said choked, shaking my head.

"Oh," I heard her breathe. "I am Annie Smith. What's your name?" she asked loudly, speaking to me as if I was a very stupid toddler. I knew she didn't mean to insult me, but I still wasn't quite sure what she meant. I pointed to myself and raised my eyebrows. She smiled and nodded--a universal language.

"I....am....Hunyak," I forced out. I felt very embarrassed when she laughed.

"Hunyak? Sounds like a Chinese warrior beast," she said. I looked down, humiliated by my terrible language, as she continued to laugh. "But it's more exotic and interesting than Annie, I'll give you that." Then she realized how nervous and sad I looked. Immediately she stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, you probably can't understand a thing I'm saying, can you?"

Shaking, I looked back at her. "No....English," I repeated, telling her some of the few words I actually knew.

Annie smiled. "S'okay, kid." She looked up as the door opened. "Oooh, Ezekiel!" she cried. She turned back to me, and said, "Bye, Hunyak!" then she ran inside and I heard her shut the balcony door.

"Bye...?" I said, wondering if I'd gotten it right. I shrugged and stepped back inside. She didn't seem like such a bad person. Then I saw the ring laying in the box on the floor, and my old happiness was rekindled.

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Three days after that, Nikolas and I were married. I couldn't believe it--it really seemed to have gone by so fast.

'We'll spend the night in your apartment,' he said to me, as we drove away from the church. 'Then we can go on our honeymoon!'

'Oh, I'm so excited!' I breathed. I was also so glad that Nikolas knew English much better than I. Of course, he'd gone to school here and I hadn't.

We walked into the apartment, laughing. I opened a cupboard and gasped. 'Look at that, Nik! There isn't a crumb in the place!'

'I guess we'll be eating out tonight,' he laughed.

'No, no,' I said hurriedly. I hated eating in restaurants, because I felt so embarrassed by my bad English. 'I'll go get something at the store.' At least at a store I didn't need to speak much. I could handle money.

'Okay,' Nikolas said. 'Hurry back soon, dear.'

'I will!' I threw an arm around his neck, kissed him on the lips and then sped out the door. The sooner I left, the sooner I could get back. On my way down the stairs, I bumped into a large man with a heavy-looking bag on his back.

"Sorry!" I managed to utter, another word I had learned to appreciate. He grumbled as he continued on his way up and I flew down the staircase.

At the store I decided to splurge a little. It had been our wedding this afternoon, after all. I got steak and cabbages, and even a bottle of champagne. At first I was afraid that I wouldn't have enough money by the time I got to the cash register, but I dug up that extra quarter out of my coat pocket.

Smiling happily, I walked back home. I headed back up the stairs with my bag, humming a song I had heard someone play on the radio once. I set down the bag of groceries and dug about my pocket for the key to the apartment. I couldn't find it.

'Oh no!' I sighed, finding a hole in my coat pocket. I sighed, knowing it must've fallen out. 'Nikolas!' I called. 'Let me in, I forgot my key.' But no one came. I tapped my foot impatiently, when suddenly a pungent smell filled my nonstrils.

Surprised, I backed up. It smelled like .... blood?

Then the door opened. Horror-stricken, I saw the man I'd bumped into before step out and look at me. He was holding a bloody knife. "He owed me money," he said. I didn't know what he meant, but he stepped out of my way, pocketed the weapon, and tromped back down the stairs.

I ran into the apartment and screamed. There on the floor lay Nikolas--with his head on the floor, seperated from the rest of his body. I put my hands to my face and screamed again in horror. "NIKOLAS!!" I shouted. "NIKOLAS!!" My terror mounted as my eyes traveled from his body to his dismembered head.

Shaking and crying, I fell to the floor and crawled towards his body. I wrapped my arms around it, though terrified. My fingers squeezed the blood out of his sweater, and I choked loudly. Then I dropped him, and some of his blood splashed onto me. Shakily, I stood up.

I ran to a drawer and took out a knife. This was all happening blindingly fast; but if Nikolas was dead, I might as well be too. I rose the weapon to my neck just as I heard someone call my name from the door way.

"Hunyak!!" I saw Annie rush towards me, and I dropped the knife in surprise. Neither of us noticed as it clattered in a pool of blood by Nikolas' neck. "What in the name of Heaven happened?!"

'I don't know!' I shouted desperately in Hungarian. 'I didn't do it, Annie! He was-- a man, a man killed him that Nikolas owed money to--I didn't do anything, I--"

"Oh Mary and Joseph!!" Annie shouted, running to the window. She looked at a car outside. "Run, sister! The cops!" I stared at her in fright, still not knowing what I was supposed to do. "Run! RUN!!" She motioned at me with her hand, and I understood that she wanted me to leave.

I looked once more at my beloved Nikolas' body, then ran for the door. I was stopped, however, by a large man in a blue suit. I screamed and stepped back. Annie caught me before I fell.

"A man down the street just tipped us off," the man said. "He said a man's wife was planning on killing her husband tonight .... aided by her lover..." He stared at Annie.

"Hey, she didn't do anything!" Annie yelled.

"Well then what's that knife right there?!" the man in blue shouted, pointing to the floor in disgust.

Annie and I looked down at it--it was the knife I had planned on using to kill myself with, now completely covered with Nik's blood.

"Oh no," Annie whispered under her breath. "Sir, I swear, this isn't what it looks like, really--"

"Oh really?" he asked, putting his fists to his hips. "Listen Missy, this little woman's got blood on her hands! Now tell me THAT'S innocent!"

I had no idea what was going on; I was so afraid; but I saw Annie look at my hands for the first time. And I looked at them, as well--they were also splattered with Nikolas' blood. Annie stared at me with an odd expression on her face.

"I tell you, the man who tipped you off sit this up!" Annie protested weakly. "He's the guilty one!"

"SHE is guilty!" the man shouted, pointing at me. "GUILTY!!"

I looked at him, scared. I hadn't understood barely a word exchanged between the two of them. But whatever it is, I knew it was bad. "Not guilty!" I cried. "I not guilty!"

"Yeah, explain that to the state troops!" the man said, grabbing my arm viciously and dragging me out the door.

"NIKOLAS!!" I continued to scream. "NO!! NO!! NOT GUILTY!"

"We've got quite the actress here," the man said to someone dressed similarly to him. "She killed his husband--got a friend sticking up for her; go check it out."

"Sure."

"NO!!!"

But the next thing I knew, I had been thrown into a car with steel bars in the back. My breathing was very heavy, as I looked all around me. What were they doing with me? Where was I going? And what about Nikolas??

I blanched as a man stuck his hand into all of my pockets. "No key," he muttered to someone else. "Probl'y planning on running away as soon as the crime was done."

"Yeah."

And the next thing I knew, I was on what they called Murderer's Row.

A few weeks later, I was shocked to see Annie in a cell near me. From what I gathered, she'd been arrested for the same reason as I. Only she was guilty--and had admitted to it.

For weeks, I cried myself to sleep. My poor Nikolas.

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A/N: no husband's pt. of view on this one. basically, the dude just walked in and slashed his throat. the end. besides, this chap. is long enough. poor nik, eh? neway, plz plz plz review & tell me wat u think!!