Victoria's Story part 2
Charles and Francois moved across the floor of father study, sword drawn.
I gasped, Connor smiled and then shoved me back. "Now boys, I'll kill ya."
he said with a laugh.
"Connor don't! They're my brothers!" I shouted and grabbed for his arm.
My father stepped forward, "Sir , leave this house!" he commanded. I looked at him stunned.
"How could you!" I shouted back. Claude moved forward and took me by the arm.
"Come Victoria," he gently urged. Because I loved him I allowed myself to be pulled away.
Connor had a wild look in his eye as he turned to go. "Dunna worry, my pretty lass, they canna keep us apart. And if they do, they'll live to regret it." And then he was gone.
Those words haunt me still. If I had not been so head strong things wouldn't have turned out so badly.
Connor arranged for the two of us to meet, sometimes at public functions, and at other times alone. I shake my head now at my folly. Father tried to have the Governor lock Connor up. This angered me so that I never spoke to him again. Which wasn't that long of a time, because two weeks later Father was found dead with his throat cut. Everyone said it was a business deal gone wrong. I knew it was Connor. I was shattered. The day after the funeral he asked me to meet him. I don't know why I did, my feelings for him had been colored by his deeds.
I rode out into the country to see him, intending to confront him about his participation in the matter.
"Of course it was me," he said with a laugh. "And if anyone else gets in our way. . ."
The others did get in the way, Jon, Francois and Charles. He killed them all, despite my pleading. Jon was found drowned in the river. The authorities called it an unfortunate accident. Francois he killed in a duel. And Charles' broken body was found in the Forrest. I hated him, and I told him so. Connor went wild with rage. I told Claude that we had to run, that we had to get away before Connor killed him to.
Reluctantly Claude agreed and the two of us set off for the Continent. It felt good to be at sea and for the first time in many months I felt that I was free. We landed in England and then decided to go to Paris. Two Americans in Paris. At that time Americans were very popular. We entered society and preceded to enjoy the life the city had to offer. That is of course until Connor found us.
Claude was engaged in a rather high stakes game of cards in one of Paris' most fashionable salons, and I was enjoying the company of a handsome young Frenchman. He and I were walking in the garden enjoying the night air and each other. That's when I saw Connor for what he truly was. He swept down upon us, as if from nowhere. I was horrified watching him tear that young man apart!
"You must be Satan himself!" I screamed.
"No, but close," and then he laughed. I turned to run but he was faster than anything I could have ever imagined and before I could even take two steps he was upon me. I fell to the ground and he pressed my body into the dirt!
"You'll not be getting away that easily Victoria. In fact you'll never be getting away from me again!" He had a wild look in his eye and then closed in upon my neck.
I screamed as his teeth sunk into my flesh. I felt my life slipping away! I clawed at his arms, but my feeble attempts did nothing. I felt my heart beat slow and my limbs grew heavy. Connor pulled away, my blood on his lips, my eyelids fluttered and the world seemed to be growing dark.
"You're dying girl and there's only one thing that can save ya," He tore at his own wrist and pressed it to my mouth. "Drink, " he said. My eyes fluttered. The blood dripping into my mouth. It was sweet? "Drink! Damn ya!" he commanded.
I don't know what compelled me to follow his directions, But I wanted his blood. As it flowed into my mouth everything slowly went black.
"Connor don't! They're my brothers!" I shouted and grabbed for his arm.
My father stepped forward, "Sir , leave this house!" he commanded. I looked at him stunned.
"How could you!" I shouted back. Claude moved forward and took me by the arm.
"Come Victoria," he gently urged. Because I loved him I allowed myself to be pulled away.
Connor had a wild look in his eye as he turned to go. "Dunna worry, my pretty lass, they canna keep us apart. And if they do, they'll live to regret it." And then he was gone.
Those words haunt me still. If I had not been so head strong things wouldn't have turned out so badly.
Connor arranged for the two of us to meet, sometimes at public functions, and at other times alone. I shake my head now at my folly. Father tried to have the Governor lock Connor up. This angered me so that I never spoke to him again. Which wasn't that long of a time, because two weeks later Father was found dead with his throat cut. Everyone said it was a business deal gone wrong. I knew it was Connor. I was shattered. The day after the funeral he asked me to meet him. I don't know why I did, my feelings for him had been colored by his deeds.
I rode out into the country to see him, intending to confront him about his participation in the matter.
"Of course it was me," he said with a laugh. "And if anyone else gets in our way. . ."
The others did get in the way, Jon, Francois and Charles. He killed them all, despite my pleading. Jon was found drowned in the river. The authorities called it an unfortunate accident. Francois he killed in a duel. And Charles' broken body was found in the Forrest. I hated him, and I told him so. Connor went wild with rage. I told Claude that we had to run, that we had to get away before Connor killed him to.
Reluctantly Claude agreed and the two of us set off for the Continent. It felt good to be at sea and for the first time in many months I felt that I was free. We landed in England and then decided to go to Paris. Two Americans in Paris. At that time Americans were very popular. We entered society and preceded to enjoy the life the city had to offer. That is of course until Connor found us.
Claude was engaged in a rather high stakes game of cards in one of Paris' most fashionable salons, and I was enjoying the company of a handsome young Frenchman. He and I were walking in the garden enjoying the night air and each other. That's when I saw Connor for what he truly was. He swept down upon us, as if from nowhere. I was horrified watching him tear that young man apart!
"You must be Satan himself!" I screamed.
"No, but close," and then he laughed. I turned to run but he was faster than anything I could have ever imagined and before I could even take two steps he was upon me. I fell to the ground and he pressed my body into the dirt!
"You'll not be getting away that easily Victoria. In fact you'll never be getting away from me again!" He had a wild look in his eye and then closed in upon my neck.
I screamed as his teeth sunk into my flesh. I felt my life slipping away! I clawed at his arms, but my feeble attempts did nothing. I felt my heart beat slow and my limbs grew heavy. Connor pulled away, my blood on his lips, my eyelids fluttered and the world seemed to be growing dark.
"You're dying girl and there's only one thing that can save ya," He tore at his own wrist and pressed it to my mouth. "Drink, " he said. My eyes fluttered. The blood dripping into my mouth. It was sweet? "Drink! Damn ya!" he commanded.
I don't know what compelled me to follow his directions, But I wanted his blood. As it flowed into my mouth everything slowly went black.