Here is the second chapter of my story!

2. I´m innocent!

On this day I went to the church because it was sunday. I don´t know why I did it usually. After the mess was over I walked home. I still thought about the necklace John gave me and how he got it. He saved money´, I thought to myself and hoped that it was true.

Everytime I went home, I had to pass the castle of Count Dragulia. I hated it. The whole palace like house smelled like death and blood. I bet he punished someone to death again!´, I thought. Horrible pictures like he could do it floated my mind. I shook my head. I was very scared of dying and couldn´t think about it without getting a strange feeling in my stomach.

Maybe it was my destiny, that I moved a bit closer to the castle this time. But what I saw there sent shivers down my spine. There was a dead body directly in front of the castle. I didn´t want to see it but my legs moved on their own to the man who laid there.

Everywhere was blood. I bent down. And as I looked closer I recognized John!

My whole body was numb. I put my hands on his chest, his neck, his wrists. No pulse. My eyes were filled with tears. "John!", I screamed and rocked him. I collapsed onto his dead body, crying his name over and over again.

Then I found a knife beside him. As I looked closer I could read the letters "GVH". They had to be letters from the name of my brothers murderer. I put the knife into my pocket to find the person who Suddenly I felt four strong arms wrapped around my arms. Two men pulled me into the castle.

I didn´t knew what they wanted but as they took a huge hall where the Count was sitting everything was clear. Two meteres before I was able to reach him, they freed my arms. Probably they wanted me to fall on my knees. But I had no respect and refused.

One of the men who had brought me here kicked into my back, that I sank to my knees.

"Look at me!", came the comment from the Count. I did as he wished and looked up to him. He had black hair hanging over his shoulders. And very strange for a man or a count he wore an earring.

A smile danced over his lips, wich meaning I didn´t understand. It seemed to me as if I looked funny when I felt the pain.

"What is your name?", he asked with his thick Transylvanian accent. "Titiana Oradea." - "What is the matter that she is here?", the Count asked the men. One of them stepped fowards and answered his questions: "Murder, my lord."

My eyes widened in shock. "No! I didn´t anything wrong! I´m innocent! Please believe me!"

I nearly yelled at them. Hot tears were streaming down my face. For a moment, that seemed like an eternity the Count only stared at me. Then he spoke to the men: "Take her away! And bring her life to an end! You can do to her what you want to!"

That was it. I fell completely on the floor and wept like I never did before. The men pulled me violently to my feet. I took a final look of sadness and hate to the Count before they brought me away. Again I didn´t know what the expression on his face meant.

I don´t know how many times I told them, that I was innocent. But they punished me a long time with a sword until they killed me. I think they brought death to me, that they hadn´t to hear my screaming and weeping anymore.

After I died I was forgotten. They cleaned the room where I died and threw my dead body into the ocean. But they didn´t know, that the water gave me my life back...

Now the fun can begin. I really like this story and I really hope that you do so ,too. I don´t update until I get a few reviews !