She felt as though her head was going to burst. For several moments, she did not know where she was or what had happened. The smack she had received on the back of her head must have been really forceful, as she felt as though the ground beneath her was moving. She turned her head to the left. All she could see was long, black hair. Long, black hair, hanging on the neck of a big, black horse. She blinked a few time to clear her vision and slowly turned her head to the right. Her view was blocked by a black-clad chest. Trying to find a way out of all the black surrounding her, she let her gaze wander up and started when her eyes met a white face and electric blue eyes beneath – once again – coal black hair. They had given the Horseman his skull back.

Out of the corner of her eyes she could see that they were watching her with frozen, horrified expressions. She suppressed a smirk. They obviously believed themselves victorious. How little they knew! Her triumphant thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the Hessian leaned down to her and pressed his cold lips on hers. It was only seconds before she could feel the warmth of blood running out of her mouth and down her chin: he had bitten her with his sharp, pointed teeth! She gave a choked scream and struggled to get out of his firm grip.

He finally released her and licked her blood from his lips with relish. With a wild, warrior-like roar, he rode his horse towards the Tree of the Dead. She quickly grabbed the fabric of his cloak to prevent herself from falling. Then, the mighty black horse set off to pass through the gates to Hell. The last thing she heard was the girl's piercing scream and the sound of the Constable fainting and hitting the ground with a loud "thud". She smirked.

Her plan was working.

A/N: Sorry, I forgot. I own none of the character except for Lady Van Tass- … sorry. I own none of the characters. Not even the head-chopping lady. Pity.
Well, if I can't have her, I also refuse to be responsible for any mistakes in spelling you might find. Or grammar. Or vocabulary. That's about it. R&R!