Thank you for the reveiws everyone! I was going to not finnish this, but I know you all still want me too! I still want reveiws though. Please please please!

The song is "Her Ghost in the Fog" by Cradle of Filth. Also, Clara is the only thing in this story that is mine.

Enjoy!

Clara's eyes froze looking at him. She could not move, speak or even blink. She could feel her chest moving up and down which told her she was still breathing. Everything seemed to stop as she stared at him and, in his own invisible way, looked back at her, his body angled towards her. Daredevil pawed at the ground with unease and Clara could only look up and down rider and horse.

The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams

The moonlight glow seemed to shine on him, making his already demonic and dark features even more evil and dark. Clara didn't want to move for she was still scared of him even though he had done her no wrong. Something inside her told her to speak and move forward, but whether it was her instincts of her own heart, she didn't listen to it. Instead she backed up a bit.

But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As We shall see...

The hessian made a move to get off Daredevil, but Clara started whimpering and almost as if he could see her discomfort, he froze and stopped, straightening himself on the saddle. Clara suddenly tilted her head to one side, confused. Had he just stopped himself from coming for her, just because she was acting childish?

She was divinity's creature
That kissed the cold mirrors
A Queen of Snows
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

After another few heartbeats of silence that seemed never ending, Daredevil reared up and the hessian on his horse rode towards the woods. Clara couldn't withstand herself anymore. She had to speak. "W…Wait!" she cried, then covered her mouth, realizing what she had just said.

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

The hessian stopped Daredevil and angled his headless body towards her. Clara shook her black haired head. "Please…" she whispered. She had no idea why, but she had strange feeling that the hessian was an important person in her life. She wasn't madly in love with him, but he seemed like someone she should know.

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

The hessian now was not going to leave. He got off Daredevil, making Clara back up a bit. What had she done? He was going to kill her now. As the headless hessian walked closer to her, thoughts poured into her head. What was he doing? Why was he coming after her? What had she done? What about Katrina? What about dad? Would they find her? Would the hessian kill her? Her breathing started to become shallow and her pupils turned small.

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

As the ghost approached her, Clara braced herself to hear the sword come out of the sheathe and to see nothing but black, but she suddenly felt a gloved hand lift her chin up and she was faced with where the horseman's head should have been. To think that now she was completely numb.

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Closing her eyes very gently, she felt the back of his hand now touching her pale head. A sudden sense of calmness washed over her and her eyes opened and she could feel it. She couldn't believe it but she could feel it. He wasn't going to hurt her. His gentleness and compassion almost formed a small smile on her face as the thought of death was gone from her mind.

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer)

Before Clara could even speak, he left from his place in front of her. Clara shook her head. "Wait! I…I think I…know you." She couldn't help it. She just had that feeling. Turning back, she could almost swear there would be a knowing look on his face if he had one. Then getting onto his horse, he rode away into the darkness.

Clara fell to her knees. She stayed like that for a long time, maybe a few minutes. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but it had and she could not deny it. Rising and looking into the darkness of the woods she sighed and turned towards the house, only to hear a gunshot and a horse neigh.

"Oh no, what has he done?" she whispered and quickly made her way to house, only to cringe when hearing the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart by a steel blade.

She quickly ran upstairs, into her bedroom and ran to her bed, listening to the sound of huge hoof beats clamping on the ground. She felt some tears coming, but she held them back as darkness finally consumed her.

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

She began to dream, although they were dreams from Hell. Dreams that were called nightmares.

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me for
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in between?"

She was in the Western Woods, but she could not see where she was. She knew though that she wasn't the only one here, for a hand placed itself on her shoulder. Turning around, she almost screamed in fear to see the hessian.

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

As a shrill squel came from her mouth, his covered hand covered it gently. "Hush darling. I will not harm you." a voice said, thick with a heavy german accent.

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
Their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

Clara knew it was the hessian that was talking, even though he had no head to talk from. Once he dropped his hand, she began to speak.

"Why are you so familiar to me?"

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

"I cannot tell you why, but all will be shown to you soon." he said again and Clara felt a wave of calmness wash over her as his gloved hand once again pressed against her forhead.

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

Almost at once, he seemed to fade away into the darkness and the calls and cries of demons filled her ears. She felt fear bubbled inside of her. What was she suppose to do now. Almost at once, as if she had been knocked out, another wave of inky blackness poured over her.

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

She woke up, panting. Whatever had happened in her dream was fake, not real. Gasping for breath, she layed back down again and tried to stop shaking.

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

"What was he talking about?" she wondered aloud before she yawned slightly and cuddeld with her soft pillow and blanket.

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Glancing at the moon one last time, she smiled slightly before she closed her eyes and prayed for a dreamless sleep.

Her ghost in the fog