Later that night.

"Good night sister. Have pleasant dreams." Raven said as she hugged her sister good night and went to bed.

"Good night." Robin replied as she went into her room and locked the door. Robin looked at her large and empty bed, a sigh escaped her lips. She took off her shift and robe and crawled into bed.

'Why can't I stop thinking about him?! I wish I could just forget and find someone who could love me.' Robin thought as her thoughts carried her off to sleep.

Robin opened her eyes, sunlight sneaked threw her drapes. Robin was about to sit up, but an arm stopped her movements.

'Che?! How could someone be in my bed?' she thought. Robin looked over next to her and could not believe who the owner of the arm was. Amon was there in the bed next to her, his arm was over her bare abdomen.

'Oh my god!' Robin thought as she saw him, 'how did this happen? He's waking up!' Amon opened his eyes and smiled at Robin, the way he would smile when he woke up with her.

"Good morning dear, did you sleep well?" he asked and kissed her lips.

'What is going on?' Robin thought, but once their lips met, she forgot all logic. Her arms went around his neck, his arms went around her waist and their kiss became deeper. Their kiss lasted a while, then the two needed air. Robin was fully aware that both were unclothed and that they were in a bed that was not at an Inn, in fact they were in HER bedroom.

'What is wrong with this?' she thought, but his lips once again claimed hers. This little kissing game went on for a while until Robin felt the cold and hard metal of a dagger the small of her back.

"Amon?" she asked her eyes closed, but then felt the dagger start to slowly cut across her back and her eyes snapped open. "uh." She hissed as her hot blood poured out. She looked at the man in her arms to find the face of the Monk Gerald.

"What is wrong dear? Do you not like the feel of my dagger slowly going across your back?" he asked with sarcasm and then started to laugh evilly at her. Robin pushed the man away from her.

"Get away from me! You pig! You bastard!" she screamed. Then she looked at him and was about to use her fire on him, when she saw Amon.

"Robin, what is wrong?" he asked. Kissing her lips with passion, Robin was becoming confused by the moment. Then she felt the metal again.

"Amon?" she asked, but then felt the dagger at her neck, Robin looked at him. Amon had murder in his eyes. "Amon?" she started to cry. Then he slit the dagger over her neck and the blood went everywhere. Amon began laughing like a lunatic.

Robin sat up in bed sweating heavily, suppressing the urge to scream as her hand went to her lightly tanned throat. Robin was panting from the nightmare she just had.

"It was...all... a dream, right...a ...dream?" Robin panted to herself, Robin looked around. The night was still dark and the moon was just a sliver in the night. The shaken young woman got out of bed and put on a robe. Robin took a candle and used her power to light it. She crept out into the main room, no one was in and the fire in the fireplace was dying, Robin grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill as she wrote a note saying she was going to the small chapel. Robin went to the main door and checked the hall way, no one was around. She left the rooms and started to head to the chapel, the night air was lightly chilly. Robin was glad she saw no one as she went to the small and old sanctuary. On her way she picked a few early bloomed flowers and went inside. It was cold, but Robin did not mind as she went to the small alter and placed the flowers before the feet of the Virgin Mary. Robin kneeled before the stature of the blessed mother, closed her eyes and began to pray.

(A/N forgive me if this offends you, I'm not sure I did this right, but here goes.)

"Please great mother, clam my troubled spirit. I ask for thy forgiveness for my sins. I should have not given in to the temptation of the flesh of that man. I ask for forgiveness and pray to you great mother that you will let my soul become clam and peaceful once more. I know I have not been faithful in my praying, but I ask for thy forgiveness. In the name of the holy son, Amen." Robin said and before rising, she crossed herself. Robin opened her eyes, tears silently falling down her sun kissed cheeks. Robin left the statue and went into the old library. She used her power to light the fire place and looked at the books. Robin found a book on poetry of love and saddens; she sat down in a large chair and began to read the book. Though most people could not read, the Convent made sure that every nun, monk and father could read Latin, Greek and English. Robin and Raven were beaten, but when they were beaten, it was for something they had done. Both sisters excelled in their studies which pleased their teachers. Robin was glad she could read and silently thanked the teachers of the convent for teaching her. She read for a while enjoying the warmth of the fire, but sleep soon came back a second time that night to claim her tired soul.

Amon sat up in bed, something was not right. His senses told him that something was not right with Robin. However he tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. The nagging feeling never left. Amon got feed up and threw on some clothing. He went to the old chapel, hopping that it would fill him with peace and clam so he could sleep. He did not notice the flowers before the statue, but he did notice the warmth and glow from the fire place in the library. He crept quietly over to the door and peered in threw the space. Inside he saw Robin sleeping in a large chair. Amon noted the book in her lap and figured she had come in here during the night and fell asleep reading the book. He walked over to her and wondered if he should leave her be or take her to her own room. He decided to take her back to her own room, knowing it was not a female be left alone at night. Amon put his cloak over her small frame and gently lifted her from the chair and proceeded to her room. It was a short trip, no one was about and Robin weighed as much as a feather, well to Amon at least. Robin became aware she was in someone's arms and looked up. Amon was looking around, he did not notice Robin.

'This has to be a dream. For life is not this cruel....' Robin thought as her mind drifted back to sleep in the security and warmth of Amon's arms. With the same stealth a cat, Amon sneaked into the room and laid Robin gently on her bed, the book still resting on her lap. Amon hand lightly ran across Robin's silky cheek, but realized what he was doing and pulled his hand back. Amon left the room, not bothering to take his cloak. He went back to the chapel and grabbed a thick book he had began reading months ago and tried to read. However, his mind kept wandering to the journey he had just been on.

'Why do I keep thinking about her?' he thought. Amon was unaware of the man watching him from a dark corner on the other side of the door. He fell asleep, not even finishing a paragraph of the book. When the rays of sun hit Robin's eyes, she sat up with a jolt. Looking around, she found herself alone in her large bed.

"Was last night a dream?" she asked herself aloud, recalling the events of the previous night. At first Robin thought it was a dream, but felt the weight of both the book of poetry and Amon's thick cloak over her and she smelled his sent. A strong sent of spices, candles, and his own individual sent. "It wasn't a dream...but why did I have that nightmare?" Robin thought outloud.

Hello again, i'm not dead! but i bet you thogught i was! hehehe, anyway i thoguth i give you all a little tid bit since i am still working on a long chapter. thanks 4 being patient, TTW