Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Charlotte Brontë´s astonishing novel 'Jane Eyre' . This is just my imagination and it does not happen in the book.
I am deeply sorry about my behavior. I have been very busy with school (two tests per week at least). I have been writing a lot for the local paper too. And of course (as usual) I read like a freak (2 books a week at least) . This is my excuses and I do not know if you can excuse me. If you can, Thank you, if you can't, I understand. It is soon time for summer holidays, then I will have more time to write and I will update more often. For now, I will update with a short chapter (forgive me once again). Please read and review!
The Master
Jane felt the urge to run away when she heard Bertha's sharp voice. When she felt the knife pointed to her throat again. However, she couldn't. Jane had a strong feeling that Mr. Rochester was in this room somewhere, and no matter what she couldn't leave him. Not alone. Though, she could not stay either. Bertha had spoken clearly 'I am sorry dear Jane, but you will have to go. Your death is our only way out of this'. The words kept echoing in Jane's head.
"Bertha, let go of the knife", the masculine voice said. When Bertha looked bewildered he smiled coldly, "We do want her death to be as painful and slow as possible. Don't we?"
Bertha returned the smile and nodded firmly "Indeed, Master, indeed."
There was that voice again, the voice of a man. Not Edward's voice, another man's voice. The thoughts kept running through Jane's brain, Bertha had called the man Master. Bertha had a Master, someone even more powerful than herself. Was it possible?
Jane lifted her head slightly so she could get a glimpse of the presumably powerful man. Unfortunately the man had turned his back to her, the only thing Jane could see without being noticed was his auburn, slightly curly hair. Soon Bertha approached her Master, her black hair framing her sharp features. Her long skirt blowing in the shallow wind from the open window.
This was Jane Eyre's opportunity to escape the obnoxious man and woman. This could be her chance to rescue her beloved. She prepared herself to run, where to? Where could Mr.Rochester be hidden? Jane tried to think from Bertha's point of view. The tower room was small and the only furniture were the bed Jane laid in and the wooden wardrobe in the east corner. However, Jane had heard a shriek from this particular room several times before. Could it be Edward? Or was it another one of Bertha's victims? Jane took hold of the bed frame and just as she was about to sit up the man turned around.
Jane closed her eyes again, hoping that the man hadn't noticed her sudden movement. Her heart pounding in her chest as the steps grew closer. Bertha's master knelt before the bed and Jane could feel him breathe on her, he took one of her hands in his and whispered "Trust me Jane Eyre, you need to trust me", with that he rose and walked over to the door, only turning around to say "I will return, Bertha. Keep an eye on Miss Eyre while I'm gone." He closed the door behind him. Bertha smiled proudly, not having a clue about the note her Master had placed in Jane's pale hand. A note that may change everything I have been writing this far. A note so powerful even the greatest man would feel weak after reading it.
This was a very short chapter, I am aware of that. I wrote it in a hurry, today. But I have already begun on a new one so hopefully I will update early next week. Please review (Do you like it? Do you think I should quit? Do you think I should continue?) and say what you think!
Sincerely
Amanda