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Secret Obsession

Chapter 6

A blinding flash of pain exploded from his shoulder. He turned his head to see the cause and gasped in shock. His love stood behind him, her chocolate eyes cold as her hand shakily grasped the handle of the hammer he had left down there earlier.

He looked into his love's eyes questioningly. Why had she hurt him? Why did she look at him with such cold hurtful eyes? Tears welled up in his own as he released his wife and pushed her back down to the ground. He clutched his should as he stood up and turned to look at his fearful beauty.

She swung at him again, but he quickly dodged the blow. He reached for the hammer, easily ripping it from her hands. She looked at him with such fearful eyes as he tossed the hammer to the side. His mind was racing with questions. Why was she acting like she was scared of him? Didn't she know that he would never hurt her?

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He pushed her head back so he cold look deeply in her eyes. He asked her softly why she had hurt him, why would she cause him pain. Didn't she understand that he was doing this for them? Didn't she understand that he had to get rid of the idiot and his wife so they could be together forever?

He brought his lips down to hers, crushing them into a passionate kiss. Kissing her with all the pent up passion and love that he had kept hidden for so long. A wave of pleasure washed over him as she opened her mouth slightly allowing him to deepen the kiss. It was everything that he dreamed of. But his dream was shortly lived as he felt her bite down hard onto his tongue.

The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he pushed her away. She bit his tongue. She used his passion against him. Him, her soul mate, the only man who would ever truly love her. He looked at his love who had pushed herself off the dusty floor. His eyes quickly ran over her.

This was not the woman that he fell in love with. It couldn't be. This was not the woman he had killed for. This was not his soul mate. No this woman that was standing in front of him was a fraud, a clone. His soul mate would never hurt him, she would accept him, comfort him, but never hurt him.

No, this beauty was not his true love, but most definitely a fake. Somehow that idiot and his wife had managed to turn her against him. He had already taken care of the idiot, even though he wished now that he could go back and make his death more painful and much longer. But no the idiot was dead and there was no changing that. But his wife…his wife was still alive and she would be the one to pay for this crime against nature. Her and her unborn devil spawn.

His fraudulent love made a dash towards the discarded hammer. He reached out and grabbed her loose hair and tossed her aside, grimacing as he heard the loud thump of her body slamming into the rocky wall. He had to scold himself when he instinctively started to go comfort her. No this was not his love, this was a fake, he reminded himself. A product of that muscle bound idiot and his wife's evil ways. He walked over to the limp body of his lover's clone and started to drag her by her hair.

He slapped her face a few times to wake her. He would show he what playing with his emotions got her. Her eyes shot open and connected with his. Oh, how he wish he did not have to do this but this wasn't the woman he fell in love with, this was a fake, a clone.

He picked up the knife that he discarded when she had attacked him. She looked dazed enough that she would no be able to repeat that performance for awhile. He would give her his own performance he thought as he raised the blade to plunge into his wife's chest. A soft cry of pain echoed throughout the mine as he plunged the knife into his wife's heart….no, no, this wasn't right, he thought as he snapped out of his rage.

The vision in front of him was not a bloodstain nightgown that his wife had been wearing but one of a naked back. The naked back of his love.

He fell to his knees beside her, his stomach dropping at the sight of blood that was beginning to pour from his love's wound. He let out a hoarse cry as he stared at his love. This wasn't suppose to happen, he didn't mean to hurt her.

Even if she was not the same woman he fell in love with, she was still the woman he loved. The only one he had ever loved. He gently pulled the knife from the wound on her shoulder. Goddess, more blood started to pump from the wound. He tore at his shirt and pressed the material to the wound to stop the blood flow. Tears poured down from his eyes as he gently turned her over and cradled her to his chest.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and shallow, almost a death rattle. A hoarse cry of agony ripped from his lips. He felt as if his soul was being ripped from his body as he took in the deathly pale tint of her skin.

He moved her gently towards the soft pallet and laid her down, covering her with the sheet before turning his attention back towards his wife. He picked up the discarded bloody knife again and cut through the bonds that held her feet together. He whispered for her to go.

His plans meant nothing now. Not if his love was truly dying. Dying because of him. Dying to protect the woman who kept them apart. He walked back to the pallet and laid down beside his love, gently gathering her into his arms. He begged her for forgiveness as hot tears of shame fell down his cheeks. Goddess, please do not let her die. Take me instead. Please, he silently begged as he closed his eyes.

Loud footsteps echoed through the mine and his head shot up in alarm. Where they coming for him? Of course they were but maybe….just maybe they could save her before it was to late.

The old blacksmith appeared at the stairway, shouting for whoever was following behind him. The blacksmith ran towards them but stopped as Calvin stood with his bleeding love in his arms. He slowly approached the older man and gently handed her into his care just as the young doctor came off the stairway, clutching his black bag.

Goddess, he prayed that it wasn't to late. Life wouldn't be worth living, he thought as the carpenter and his son grabbed his arms to detain him. Not that they needed to. He wasn't going anywhere until he knew that she was alright and that he did not just murder the one good thing in his world.

He wanted to die himself. He wanted to take her place. Goddess he wanted to save her. She was his life, his soul, his one and only true love. Goddess help her, he silently begged as he watched the young doctor trying to stop the bleeding.

A cry of rage and pain came from the staircase drawing his attention. His eyes widen at the sight of the man he thought to be dead. It wasn't fair, with all his plans and everything, the only person he managed to kill was the one he did this all for. Hot tears ran down his face as he begged the doctor to save her. They could do whatever they wanted to him as long as long as they saved her. The doctor was performing CPR as the muscle bound man fell beside the doctor and Calvin's love.

He was taking the spot that Calvin himself wanted to be. He felt a kinship of sorts with the other man. At least he wasn't alone in his suffering. The other man started to shake the doctor, yelling at him. Why was he yelling?

Calvin finally caught sight of the doctor's grim face. Why was he looking so grim? No….She couldn't be….Goddess no!

He strained against the carpenter's hold on him. He had to go to her. She couldn't be…..

He fell to his knees as tears started to blur his sight. She was gone. He…he killed her. The one thing that he loved and he was the reason she laid there dead. The other half of his soul, his true mate, was gone and it was his fault.

He felt his captors loosen their hold on his arms and he took advantage. He strained forwards and broke free. He reached down and picked up the same knife that had ended his love's life. It was only fitting that it would end his also. If he couldn't be with her in life, he would be with her in death.

Eyes were on him as he plunged the knife into his chest. As his world became dark he focused his sights on his dead love. A strained whisper crossed his lips as he took his last breath.

"I love you forever, my secret obsession."