Author's Note: This is short, but I felt like writing it to get on with this fic. I think I'll need to continue it, for it's an idea that came to me after hours of thinking about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sleepy Hollow, neither do I own the Lady. I wish I did!
Claimer: Plot is mine, please don't steal.
The Head
Chapter 8 – Icha-Body, Hessian-Head
Lady Van Tassel leaned over. „Get me some more onions," she said. "Otherwise our Ichabod will be … green. None of us want that, do we?" The servant girl nodded her head and walked out of the mill to get more onions. Lady Van Tassel laughed. "Dear Ichabod's body, stand up from the deads and walk your way into my arms. We'll make you alive again. You'll wear the Hessian's Head and you'll start to kill again. People won't believe Ichabod Crane anymore, they'll think he lied. They'll turn to me. They'll obay me. They will think I am the Queen, they will think I am the witch they need! They've always wanted! And once they've given me what I want – a lot of rumour – I'll get my Hessian back the way I've wanted. And you, little Ichabod's head, will be nothing." She evilly laughed. When the servant girl came back into the mill, Lady Van Tassel smiled and took the onions. They flew into the steaming cauldrom. She was a witch. She was powerfull. All of them would find out. And it wouldn't take too long.