(This fanfic is about the film The Patriot, but for this fanfic to work I have changed a few facts. Firstly, Colonel William Tavington does not die. Secondly, Ben Martin does. Thirdly, and this is the largest difference, the Americans do not win the way and so their country remains in England's clutches of control. So, if you're going to read this fanfic bear in mind these three facts. Now, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's not very good though as unfortunately the plot is mine.

Also I do not own The Patriot or the characters within it, just so y'all know.)

Chapter Nine

The food arrived and Susan refused to eat. Eventually she ate, but this was only once the butler threatened to bring Tavington in. Susan found herself enjoying the meal. She felt full for the first time in weeks, as Charlotte never had enough food to feed several people.

Susan felt all choked up as she thought of her aunt and siblings. Fresh tears sprung in her eyes and threatened to spill. Susan pushed the empty plate away and laid down on her bed. She had cried herself to sleep that night.

Tavington hadn't slept at all that night.

He'd stayed awake, reliving moments in his life. His worst memories. Memories of the worst things he'd done.

With each passing memory he wallowed further in despair.

How could Susan ever return his feelings. A man like him. A murderer like him. No. No woman could love a man like him.

She'd want revenge.

Maybe he should give up his plan all together. He was a fool to try and win her heart. So far, he'd only broken it into a million tiny shattered pieces.

Head in hands, Tavington cried. He'd only ever cried twice in his life. Once as a small child, about three years old, when he'd fallen and broken his wrist. His father had scolded him for being weak and beaten him. Tavington vowed never to cry again.

Yet he did, seventeen years later, when he met Rose. Rose was a beautiful girl back in England who Tavington fell in love with. He courted her and thought she loved him back, but when he proposed, she refused. Not only that, she told him she was in love with another man. Then she had walked away.

Tavington had cried that night. The next morning he went out and found Rose and her lover and he had slaughtered them both.

Then Tavington joined the army.

He hadn't been the same after Rose. His heart turned to one of ice, stone and all things hard. He lost all good feelings after Rose…until he saw Susan as a young child. She had looked like Rose had done in paintings of her as a young child.

It had hurt to think of Rose again, but Tavington knew Susan would grow up and be just as beautiful as Rose. Maybe even more. So that was why Tavington had his heart set on Susan; because she reminded him of Rose. So he waited for Susan to grow up so he could win her heart.

Yet he has only damaged it, broken it and ripped it apart.

Tavington wiped his tears of sorrow and regret away as the morning sun rose. He was a pitiful man. He'd only ever loved two women. The first had rejected him and hurt him so deeply that he had murdered her. The second he has hurt so deeply, that he wouldn't be surprised if she murdered him.

In Susan's room, where she was now awake and looking out of the window; that was exactly what she was planning.