Sorry for the threatening note, it's just I don't want to be writing for no one, even though thats okay now. I'm so happy and thankful that so many people are still here and want be to update. Sorry for being selfish.
Heres a new chapter. It's kind of short, but it's all I could do last night as a sorry to you guys.
"Remarkable. A wound like this should have killed him but he needs no stitching and there is hardly a loss of blood." Clara heard Lancaster say, checking Ichabod's shoulder wound. She had run all the way to her house to tell her father what had happened. Brom was dead and Ichabod had a fever now. The horseman was gone and Clara was still confused. To herself, she wondered if this terror would end.
However, she was jolted out of her thoughts as Ichabod gasped awake, startling the doctor.
"You must be still, the fever is on you." He said softly. Ichabod was sweating and his breathing was shallow. Clara knew he was in pain, but she was helpless to help him. Her sister was making something for him though. Clara hoped that it would ease his pain a bit.
"Clara…" he whispered. Baltus turned to look at her and she politely stepped in front of him and Lancaster, now by the constable's side. Taking his clammy hand, she gently brushed the loose black strands from his face, only to be looked at by his feverish brown eyes.
"I'm here Ichabod." She whispered, hoping her father would not distinguish the caring and love in her voice. She looked to the side of her to see the doctor giving her a knowing soft smile.
Before she could say anything more, Katrina made her way over and handed Clara the small potion she had made. Clara nodded thanks to her sister before leaning down to the constable.
"Drink this, it will help." She said.
Ichabod however started speaking, this time towards Katrina, the blonde's eyes still filled with sorrow at the loss of her love.
"Katrina, I tried to stop Brom but…" he started in a shaky voice.
Katrina cut him off. "Shh, drink this down, it will help you sleep." She sounded calm but Clara knew she was seconds from tears.
"The horseman was not set to kill Brom or me. Had Brom not attacked him…" he tried to start again, but this time Baltus cut him off.
"Later. Rest now." He said.
Ichabod was not finished yet. "I had discovered something. The horseman does not kill at random. His victims are chosen by someone, the person that controls him. Someone who knew where to dig. Someone that holds his skull."
"These are ravings." Baltus protested as he and Lancaster both looked at each other. Clara sighed before she once again held the potion out towards the constable. This time, he accepted it, but fell into unconsciousness again, making her slump her shoulders.
"We should let him be now." Katrina remarked, but Clara shook her head.
"No, what if he needs something else?" she asked. She desperately wanted to be closer to the constable. She would do anything for him.
Her sister narrowed her eyes, before she blinked softly and nodded. "Alright Clara. Watch over him until dawn." She said, before leaving with her father and the town's doctor.
Clara sat on the edge of Ichabod's bed, watching him sleep. She blinked her ice blue eyes and sighed. Over the past couple days; she really got to know Ichabod a lot better. When she first met him, he seemed scared, cold and a bit heartless. Now, he was sweet, smart and even though he was a bit skittish, she knew deep down in her heart that she loved him.
There it was. She loved him. She could think it over however many times she wanted, but nothing would change that. Gently stroking the covers, she looked out the window into the dark woods, thinking for what seemed like hours.
She then turned her attention back to the constable as he started to twist and turn in his bed. She looked, frantic, hoping he was not choking. However, his eyes popped open and her sprang up. Clara caught him in her arms and wrapped her arms comfortingly around his shoulders, gently rubbing his back.
"You had a nightmare." She remarked softly.
Ichabod didn't speak at first, just held on to Clara, gasping a bit as if he had held his breathe under water for sometime. "Yes, things I had forgotten." He replied after sometime. "And would not like to remember."
Clara, a concerned look on her face said "Tell me what you dreamt."
Still not facing her, he spoke again. "My mother was an innocent. A child of nature. Condemned. Murdered, by my father."
Clara faced him now. "Murdered by…" she trailed off.
Ichabod spoke again. "Murdered to save her soul. By a bible black tyrant behind a mask of righteousness. I was seven when I lost my faith."
Clara let go of him, a still concerned look on her face and written in her crystal eyes. "What do you believe in?" she asked.
Ichabod's next answer sounded more scientifically than spiritual. "Sense and reason. Cause and consequence." He then shook his head and remarked a bit quietly. "I should not have come to this place…where my rational mind has been so converted to the spirit world."
Clara then blinked. "Will you take nothing from Sleepy Hollow that was worth the coming here?" her words sounded calm, but inside she was hurt. Did that mean that meeting her was a waste of his time here?
He met her gaze straight on. "No. No, not nothing."
Clara's heart sank a bit farther.
"But perhaps the meeting of a young woman that changed my life…forever." He said next, making Clara smile.
"Yes. Before I even knew who you were, I had met you." She replied.
He nodded, but then his expression darkened a bit. "Yes, before you were confronted by James."
Clara spoke up again. "I thought of the time I really did love James. When we were younger, that was the time. But tonight, I pray for a death note to be delivered to him.. Do think me of wicked for that?"
Ichabod looked at her thoughtfully. "Maybe there is a bit of witch in you Clara."
She gave him a confused look. "Why do you say that?"
He hesitated for a moment before he replied. "Because you have bewitched me."
Clara smiled before she wrapped her arms around him again and closed her eyes slightly. Everything she wanted was falling into place. The only thing she neglected to see was the pair of harsh brown eyes glared in at her and Ichabod, eyes filled with hostility.