Chapter 5

The silent breathing sound in the musky nightfall was enough to keep the inhabitants of the ware house awake. Holding their guns close as they lounged on the hard wood floor on the top story of the ware house. Some gathered around the large barrels and one of them lying on the corner. His arms crossed and his rifle lying on his stomach. Lying awake for any disturbance other than the sounds of his comrades. The smoke in the atmosphere was enough to knock one out, but it was enough to keep their eye lids intact and fully alert.

It was getting harder, everyday it was getting harder to find solace. And there was absolutely no time for rest. They had a duty, one which they would carry out for their country.

The man in the corner heard the sound of snoring and he knew that his companion was dozing off. He came forward on his knees and shook his sleepy companion who was holding his rifle as a cane for his weight. The man pulled his companions rifle from its upright position and his fellow landed on the ground with a thud. After a silent snicker the man went back to his deluded corner pushing his fellows rifle back and knocking his helmet off of his head in the process.

A mumbled curse later the dark skin toned man sat up from his position and shot a glare at the man in the corner who was looking out in space and sitting in a daze. It was always like that for him.

The doors of the ware house shot open and all the men sat upright and readied their stance as they pointed their guns and rifles at the stranger coming through the front door. The enormous hole in the ceiling enabled the stranger to look at the faces of five bulky men hurling their guns at his person. He held his hands up and shouted, "Mon nom est Alejandro." then further added to ease their conscience, "Je suis français!"

The men slowly lowered their arms as the man came in the dim incandescent light of the moon and the men finally recognized him. Alejandro pulled up the satchel in his hands and brought out a loaf of French bread and some cheese. He called out to the man who had lowered the stair case and headed towards him, "J'ai apporté un pain frais de pain français et de fromage!" Then he dug in the satchel and brought out a bottle of wine and dazzled it in front of the platinum haired male whose lips curled up in a smirk.

He bellowed, "Vive la France!" and both men went up the stairs to join their companions.

Once they ate the crusty loaf of bread with cheese, they held the bottle and shared it, after sometime when their guard lowered and they sat back to breath in a sigh of relief and freedom, even just for a little while. The black-haired, blue-eyed male came out from his corner and stared at the moon through the battered ceiling of the ware house and closed his eyes as a flicker of amethyst eyes flashed behind his eyelids.

The platinum haired male spoke up, "So Daniel! How'd you end up here?!" He took another gulp of the wine from the bottle and leaned against the wall.

Daniel opened his eyes and stared at Dashiel, a memory flashed before his eyes.

Just as he walked in the garden of the Manson Mansion with Adam on his back half asleep, he stared at the denizens of the Mansion, all out in the open and in front of the fountain, staring at him. He looked at Sam whose eyes were wide and it looked like she was about to burst in tears. She was shaking and she never looked more beautiful to him in the moon light with her magenta dress hanging from her curves and bodice.

But something was wrong, very wrong and suddenly Jonathan came up and seized Adam from his back and then his gaze fell on the police vehicle and some officers standing beside just waiting to be ordered.

There was a lot of screaming and yelling on behalf of Pamela Manson and his gaze never wavered from that of Samantha's. She was trying to stay calm, but she was badly failing, not when the tears rolled out of her eyes as he was accused of a crime he had never committed.

Seeing the hurt look in Sam's eyes made him wonder if she believed in what he was being accused off. And seeing her flash her head aside to shield her face with her hair, as if not wanting him to see the tears. He knew she didn't believe in what was the truth and he thought that she was accusing him also. He had never felt so broken before, he could not even utter a word in his defense as the police man seized him by the shoulders and hunched him of the vehicles bonnet and was handcuffed from the back.

He kept his gaze locked on Sam's shielded face and he couldn't feel anything. It did not hurt him that the family to whom he devoted his life had accused him of such of a terrible treason, but the hurt look in the eyes of his lover and then suddenly he knew that the few moments of pleasure in the library meant nothing. He kept his hurt and anger shielded, he kept searching Sam's hidden face for anything while he kept his face guarded.

The heavens had yet to prove him wrong because as the Police man held him up to pull him in the vehicle, Sam came running towards him, ignoring the eyes of her family members and she closed in on him. The Police man backed away a little and Sam stood within inches from Danny's face and lowered her head as she sobbed, not meeting his eyes, she spoke softly, "I don't believe them, I believe you and will always believe you. We will be back together, you just have to say to them that your innocent. I beg of you! Say something!"

She looked up at him and her sobs heaved, he raised his hands to wipe her tears, she gave him life with a few words. But as he held his hands up to wipe her tears and caress her face, he became aware of the bitter reality and he remembered that he was cuffed. He showed her his cuffs, no word coming out of his mouth as he let his hands fall back. Sam came up and held his cuffed hands in hers then held onto his lapels and shook them gently, "We will be back together! Promise me this!" He opened his mouth and spoke, "I promise you. I love you so much, Sam."

Just then the inspector tried to pull Danny away from Sam, but she came up and laid her hands on his chest and whispered in his ears, "I love you. Come back to me!" and the inspector hurled Danny in the vehicle. Blocking both of them just then Danny spoke behind his shoulders to Sam, "I promise you!".

Sam hunched down as the vehicle pulled away towards the drive way and her shoulders shook violently as she cried hard and stared wailing.

Just when the vehicle was going out through the gates his mother came up the car and he shot up to see if she was unharmed. His breathed heavily as tears cascaded down his eyes as he saw his mother scream, "Liars, Liars, Liars!" and the vehicle pulled away. Leaving everything important in Danny's life behind him.

Daniel sighed as looked at Dashiel, "They didn't give me a choice. Stay in prison or join the army. I didn't have much of an option," and the room was engulfed in silence again.

For the years he was in prison, she wrote letters to him mostly everyday. And he wrote back with the same urgency. The letters were on the thin line of passion and intimacy. And he lived on them, they kept him sane when he was about to be driven mad.

They wrote letters describing how life turned out to be for both of them. They used the predicament of 'Dearest', 'Darling' and 'Love'. They wrote each other how much they loved each other. And she always ended her letter in telling him that she will always wait for him. He pulled out the last letter she gave him before he went towards the borders and he read it again and again in the moon light, picturing her delicate fingers holding a pen and writing. Taking time from her schedule for him.

She had become a nurse in the maternity ward and he was proud of her. She sometimes mentioned that she went to the city library and went to read in a "quiet corner". It was just like the time he made love to her in a quiet corner of the library and had confessed his love for her and she acknowledged it as "their" moment. A moment no one could share but them, their little secret. One time she wrote, "I went to the library today to fetch an anatomy book, the one I told you about and found a quiet and peaceful corner in the library to read", it was like making love through letters. And he cherished those moments.

He pressed his thumb to the wad of paper in his hand and caressed the lines and ink stains on the paper, imagining her hands writing them, her soft fingers caressing the letters like him. He grew more and more closer to insanity by just pretending to stay sane. To stay sane for her.

My Love,

I moved out from the Mansion and am living a serene life in the city near Wiltshire, a small cottage and I live with my land lady, Mrs. Tetslaff. A queer old lady but she takes care of me nonetheless. I know that you would be angry at me for leaving my family, but this is the best choice I made other than you. I have friends here and I can finally breath now. But just to think that my family turned against you and ruined both our lives by listening to a precocious minded little girl who knew nothing. Danielle was thirteen years old, they gave her no room to back out and closed the case without any evidence. They just did not wish to get their hands into something that would ruin their reputation. They listened and encouraged a child who knew nothing, who just lived in her fantasies and blocked out real life. I will never forgive her. I know I sound stubborn but I will never forgive any of them.

Now that I have deluded myself from the confines of that Mansion, I can finally see things the way they had always been, hidden in the layer of pretentious glamour. My mother never gave you a second thought and my brother went along with her. Being a stupid person as always. Not even trying to consult or talk to any other person. Marshall left the Mansion shortly and no one interrogated Michael on his whereabouts. I felt trapped. They took you away from me. But now I have a reason to live. You. I will wait for you until my last breath. I have you to fill my world and you are my life. You are the reason for my life. And I will look forward to your arrival, to hold your hands and caress your skin. You kiss you, you touch you to fill my life. To believe that you are, and always will be mine.

I will wait you. Come back to me, love. I love you with all my heart.

-Sam

It was the words that made him fall in love with her again. But now I have a reason to live. You. I will wait for you until my last breath. I have you to fill my world and you are my life. You are the reason for my life. That he was the reason for life, not living, but life itself. He would wait. He would always wait for her. Because he loved her with all he had.

Okay! I got another chapter. I had hoped to complete all my stories in the summer but there isn't much time left. So I will try real hard to complete them. This summer I had bought a lot of novels and have been reading them everyday. I am just hooked on reading now.

So I have another chapter for you, not much of a mushy romance but still some war rampaging. In each of the future chapter I will describe each of the three. Oh and years have passed, all grown up.

Okay, and thing you have to say, just say it. Oh and I wanted to say that I copied some of the lines from the book that fascinated me, so that's it.

Love,

Red