A Man's Best Friend

Under the shadow of twilight Christine is making her escape through the Paris countryside.

Caesar ran as though Hell itself was at his heels. Though he was only a horse, his keen intuition towards human emotions told him that his master had been extremely distressed when he placed his mate onto Caesar's back and made him leave as quickly as possible. Said mate was also highly distressed. Her scent reeked of sadness and need as she wept against his mane for her missing mate.

Inhaling, Caesar caught the deep scent of her tears and felt his own sadness for his Master and Mistresses' departure from one another. Increasing his pace, Caesar pounded his steady hooves towards the safety of the French countryside.

Christine was exhausted. She was in the middle of nowhere with only Caesar and a deathly quiet forest to keep her company. Exactly where she was she didn't know, but something told her Caesar knew where he was leading her. Sighing, she turned towards the Arabian stallion and watched as he whinnied and lay comfortably beneath a willow tree. It was disturbingly cold and Christine shivered before pulling a blanket from her satchel and joining the majestic horse beneath the tree. To keep both of them warm, Christine decided to use Caesar's side as a pillow and snuggled closer to the mighty steed. He sighed as if to relax her and she pat his side before beginning to nod off. To release the tension in her heart Christine whispered to her only ally,

"I didn't even get a chance to tell him I'm pregnant…"

The following morning greeted Christine with a bout of morning sickness and a pounding headache. Caesar stood patiently still waiting for her to get her bearings before gently nuzzling her shoulder as if to say 'time to go.' Christine smiled and pat his muzzle before wearily climbing upon his back and grasping the reins.

"Okay Caesar, take me somewhere where Erik can find us."

Steadily Caesar rode, mindful of bumps and branches for the sake of his Mistress. She had said that she wished to be found by Master, and Caesar knew that the only place this far in the countryside that Erik went to was an inn five miles from the current forest. Increasing his pace, Caesar managed to push sixty miles per hour and felt a horsely smirk appear when the quaint inn set at the edge of a town appeared. Slowing, he came to a halt beside the door and motioned with his head towards the entryway.

When Caesar pulled up beside the run-down inn, Christine felt anxious, 'What if the horse had just randomly brought her to a town?' Her fears were calmed however, when Caesar motioned for her to go inside. She honestly couldn't explain it, but something about the horse made him just as unique as the man who owned him.

Taking a deep breath Christine slid from Caesar's back and opened the door to the inn. It was early morning, and Christine wasn't surprised when she saw that the room was deserted. She was about to call out when someone else beat her to the clutch.

"Is that you Monsuire Destler?"

Confused, Christine had to pause to recollect her thoughts when the woman spoke again,

"I must say Monsuire Destler it has been awhile since I've seen you or Caesar."

It was at that moment that Christine felt a wave of dizziness consume her and as the world darkened she caught a brief glance of an elderly woman before collapsing against the scene of unconsciousness.

End Chapter 6

A/N: I apologize for such a short chapter, but the next two are a bit of a rut. Don't worry though; the action picks right back up soon! Oh and a hug to anyone who can guess why I named the title, 'A Man's Best Friend.' Please review and thanks to everyone whose reviewed beforehand!