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Marguerite's Dreams

Marguerite bolted up, eyes wide open, but unseeing, she was drenched in a heavy sweat. "Percy, Percy!" She screamed. Was it already too late? Had Chauvelin finally succeeded in destroying the Scarlet Pimpernel, her beloved husband?

She heard Chauvelin laughing, mocking her before two of his guards grabbed her from behind, and immediately bound her arms behind her. She had to get away, she had to get to Percy and warn him. She couldn't bear to loose him now, not after she realized how much she truly loved him! She fought with all her might to get away from the guards, but it was useless. They seemed to have superhuman strength, she couldn't move. She couldn't breathe! It was as if a heavy weight had been placed upon her and she was being consumed into infinite darkness.

She heard Percy calling for her, begging her to come back to him. Did he realize the whole truth now about the Marquis de St. Cyr and his family? Was he ready to forgive her? All of these thoughts kept swirling around and around in her mind causing her to become dizzy. If only she could see into this piercing darkness and find Percy before it was too late. She felt engulfed with panic and fear, surely time would run out!

She felt a blinding surge of pain rip through her body as the soldiers callously jerked her arms back even harder than before forcing her to her knees. She felt as if every bit of her strength and resolve had drained away at that moment. Then the sinister eyes of Chauvelin suddenly appeared before her, his body looming over hers, obviously somewhat amused at her discomfort as his fingers wandered over her terrified face.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to jerk away from his touch, but she could not. The guards had securely gagged her mouth and Marguerite was certain that even if they had not, she would not have had the strength to scream or stir. She closed her eyes trying to calm her nerves and think about what to do!

"You will help me now won't you, Lady Blakeney?" Chauvelin sneered. He ran his hand along her cheek as if it were a lover's caress and then slowly undid the gag. Without waiting for an answer he ran his hand down roughly over her breast and stomach then around to the small of her back Laughing a deep guttural laugh, he maliciously yanked her up to her feet and pulled her tight against him. Grabbing the back of her head, his mouth came down hard on hers. Then there was blackness.

The silence was deafening! Almost as if it were all in slow motion, she watched on in horror as a cart came to a stop in front of the guillotine. She tried to push her way through to the front of the crowd and get a better look, still the silence. Then as if someone had turned on the sound, she could suddenly hear the roar of the crowd.

"Traitor, Traitor!" They cried. She tried to cover her ears and move forward as the angry mob jeered and mocked her. They spit at her, kicked her, and shoved her relentlessly barring her way.

"Feed the traitor and her brother to Madame Guillotine!" Marguerite suddenly froze as she heard these words. There was her beloved brother on his knees waiting to be executed. She closed her eyes, wishing helplessly that it were all a dream

As she once again forced herself to look one last time on the brother she adored, that had once been everything to her; she was startled. It was not Armand's face she looked upon, but the face of the man who owned her heart and soul. "Oh God, no! Please, not Percy!" He stared into her eyes transfixed and then suddenly all went silent except for the sound of the blade. Then there was blackness.

She had just finished another performance and the crowd was cheering, they applauded as they rose to their feet. She was scanning the crowd, trying vainly to see into the balcony, hoping to see that he was there.

"He had to be here, tonight. He said he would be here." She inwardly told herself. The curtain suddenly closed before she could discover him. As the actors waited for the curtain to reopen and make their second bows, Marguerite hastily made her way to her dressing room, disappointment filling her as she walked away not even noticing the curious looks behind her. Some part of her had hoped that he would be waiting for her inside her room, but as she walked in the door, there was no one.

She quickly shut the door and leaned back against it, clearly upset and disappointed. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together as the tears began to gather in her eyes. "Oh Percy. Where are you?" She whispered.

No sooner had the words escaped her mouth than she heard a voice that was like music to her soul. "La! I'm right here with you, my love, Wot? Did you think I had forgot our little date?" He lovingly lifted her delicate chin forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Oh Percy!" She cried throwing her arms around his neck. "I was so afraid something had kept you from me!" His arms were exactly where she needed to be.

He picked her up and twirled her around lifting her off of her feet and then drew her in tight against himself. "Margot!" He whispered. Taking her face in his hands, he placed tender kisses to both of her eyelids, then her nose, and then her cheeks. His kisses felt like hot butterflies on her skin. Her eyes closed enjoying how he was making her feel.

Percy pulled back slightly and looked longingly at Marguerite silently begging her to open her eyes. Wondering why he had suddenly stopped, her eyes opened and looked curiously into his. What she saw made her breathing quicken and her heart race. He looked at her with a look that made her melt. It was a look of intense desire, but also one of love and devotion. Then as if by mutual consent, they both leaned in kissing passionately. Marguerite felt his tongue on her lips and she tentatively opened her mouth to him, slowly, seductively. Her pulse began to race at dizzying speed as their contact deepened, she was certain that Percy must be able to hear her heart for it was pounding so loudly. She could not believe the way this man could make her feel. The intensity she had come to love and expect at the feel of his arms around her. Just the thought of him alone would send chills down her spine and a blush to her cheeks

All of a sudden they were both startled by a loud knock at the door. They reluctantly pulled apart, both trying to catch their own breaths and smiling into each other's eyes. Marguerite blushed and looked down as she tried to straighten her clothes.

Immediately her heart stopped and her world suddenly stood still. She was no longer wearing her theatre clothes but her beautiful white wedding dress. Instinctively she knew what that knock meant. She wanted to scream for whoever it was to go away, she wanted to go back into Percy's arms and never leave there again, but instead she watched on as her beloved slowly walked toward the door and opened it.

As Percy turned and looked into her eyes, everything changed in that instant, and she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Then there was blackness.

Marguerite struggled to wake up, she desperately wanted to open her eyes, but they felt so heavy with sleep. She was not sure what had woken her. Then she heard it again.

"Come back to me, my Margot. I love you! Just open your eyes for me, please, my love!" Percy had whispered these loving words into her ear all night as he cradled her head against his chest. He suddenly noticed a change in her breathing and pulled slightly away to study her beautiful face.

TBC………….