A/N: So, I don't own any of the characters. There's no sense in making my A/N so long, that's why I stop right here.
Thanks to Incapability:)
The Head
2nd Chapter - Empty
I went down the road and turned to the right. There she was. Sitting on a bench, her long golden curls waving around her pale cheeks. Her eyes looked at the grass waving in the wind, and she exuded peace. Her aura was completely new to me. For I had always been the bad man laughing about people's emotions, especially about the "positive engergy", like I used to joke. But something had changed, and I was eager to find out what it was. I approached her. She didn't look up and confused me. Maybe she was too concentrated to notice me? I shook my head, stopped walking and waited. She still didn't look up. How could somebody be so concentrated, the Hessian in me thought. Then I somehow heard another voice. 'Isn't she lovely,' it said. Man. That was Ichabod. And he was getting on my nerves. I needed to kill her, and what I did not need was some dead guy talking to me through his head, which I've chopped off myself. Yes! I did it! I chopped off Ichabod's head.
And now the head was mine. I chuckled quietly. She was going to be mine. Encouraged by my triumph about that little-brained Ichabod I approached her. Finally she looked up. Her eyes seemed to shine through me as if they observed me. When she didn't find what she was looking for in my eyes - I guess she looked for hate, arrogance or dislike - she smiled. I smiled back. I really smiled. Confused, I sat down on the bench. Did I really smile at her? How could I let that happen? I am the Hessian- the bad, the very bad bad boy! Then I decided it was part of my job to hide everything that wasn't like Ichabod. I couldn't risk being caught. Not now. I was so close getting back my own head, being bad again - there was Ichabod's voice again. 'You actually don't want to be bad, do you? Look how beautiful she is, you don't mean to do her any harm, do you?' I frowned and wondered where that stupid voice had come from. Of course I wanted to kill her! Why was I here?
"They found another body," her sweet voice said.
Wait a moment- did I just think her voice was sweet? She is not sweet. NOT SWEET.
"I almost thought it was you." Some tears ran down her cheek. I just saw my hand wipe them off. "You don't have a clue how scared I was," she cried out and hugged me. Addled by these strong emotions I did not know what to say. I put my arms around her, it happened automatically somehow. Wait- it happened automatically? What was that all about? I am the Hessian, the bad, the very bad -
"But it isn't
you," she went on, "and now that I have you back I am so
happy." I nodded. 'Of course you are happy,' I thought, 'I am
the Hessian, what do you -' Then it finally came to me. I wasn't
Ichabod actually. I was still the Hessian.
I didn't know whether
I'd like to be Ichabod or the Hessian anymore. Of course I was bad,
and that stupid voice disturbed me being evil, but- this woman... she
was so beautiful...
So different from the Lady! The Lady was cold,
uninteresting, like the incarnation of a bunch of old grandmothers
who just wanted their revenge. But this creature here, in my arms...
she was warm... 'She is so warm,' I thought. Maybe I could just stay
Ichabod - and enjoy her aura for a little longer?
No. This had to stop. I needed my own head back. 'Do you really,' the voice came back, 'don't you think it's better to remain silent and play Ichabod? You could have her body, her soul - she'd belong to you. This is love.' I got totally stuck in my thinking. Didn't the Lady say there was no such a thing as love? Was this love? This warm body, her crying eyes, the way she looked at me, how she worried about me - love?
He entered the room. Lady Van Tassel stood up and came closer. "Here you are, it took you quite long, don't you think," she said a bit disappointed. But still her anticipation was huge and she grinned. "Give me her head," she said.
Ichabod looked at her and didn't move. She got confused and watched him, waiting for her head. "I told you to give me her head," she urged him to react.
Nothing. "What the - ?"
He held up the bag. She grabbed it impatiently. Silence.
"It's empty." Her eyes were full of hate, anger, burning out of her face and trying to burn him as well. Her hands trembled, and she began to understand. Ichabod saw how fast she understood and tried to direct her the opposite way, just to conquer some more time.
"She wasn't there," he said with a shaking voice.
"Go there tomorrow," she gave back. Oh how well she knew what was going on. "Bring me her head," she went on, "or you'll never see yours again."