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This chapter has been playing in my mind a while and I am really looked forward to writing this. ^.^ Oh, And be warned of Lemon-ish themes!!!!! Sorry for taking so long, just finished my gcse's…

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Chapter Three

The Night Time Confrontation

Reaver had enough. He once again pushed aside his warm bed cover, displaying his bared chest. Despite it snowing outside he was sweltering. He felt as if he was in a furnace. He surely couldn't be ill. His immune system hadn't been weakened in near four hundred years!

He ran his hands through his ruffled hair, sweat beading on his forehead. Perhaps it was always this hot and he had never really noticed due to always having 'lovely' company sharing his bed and he would- understandably not notice the bizarre heat. He arched his back from the sticky sheets and rolled onto his side, a small sigh tearing from his lips.

He was just about to fall back to sleep when he heard the soft pitter patter of feet across the landing. Reaver's eyes snapped open as he rose to his full height, hand moving to rest lightly on his gun, fingers flexing in anxiousness to pull the trigger. He peered around the door to see the soft bounce of neat dolly curls as this mirage wheeled around the corner. Slowly he made his slow way down the path in the hall way, stepping as gracefully as a deer. Following his prey.

He meandered around the corner before he froze, his target vanishing like a phantom. He frown, wondering which of the many rooms she had seeked refuge is when he heard a soft humming emitted from behind a closed door. Slowly, Reaver advanced forwards, leaning against the wall as he peered into the room the melodically tune was floating from.

Inside Cathy was knelt over the large tub that was the bath. In nothing but her very opaque chemise, her eyes glistening as she hummed to herself, bowing her head over the bath and began to spoon water from the bath onto her head with a small jug. A dark almost black colour ran from her hair at every scoop, staining the water a dingy brown.

'Filth...' he thought to himself in disgust. 'No...Dye. Hair dye.' he corrected noticing her dark tresses were fading, and her root were a different colour. Completely different. Red.

The screams pierced his mind, the memory. He remembered. He knelt in the fields watching, seeing the dark shadows chase his red haired beauty into her house. Her screams of his name shuddering through his entire being, her screams still ringing in his ears as he returned into the room. As the newly formed brunette began to walk towards the door, drying her damp, newly dyed tendrils.

Too close for him to flee Reaver leaned against the wall waiting for her to leave, and was soon faced by her walking past him, blissfully unaware of her stalker. Cool droplets of water trickling down the column of her neck and down her back, causing her chemise to stick in wet circles to her ivory skin, causing a silent groan rumble into his throat.

"Well, well my dear. I never realised you were a bottle tone." He announced with a small amount of amusement dripping from every syllable.

Cathy jumped out of her skin, turning around with a look of alarm across her face. "Yes...Most people are these days." she stuttered shyly, kneeling down to pick up her dropped towel, her eyes lowered to the ground with a trembling sigh.

"But none as a rare a tone as you. Literally red. Auburn I believe you prefer, if my memory is correct." Reaver commented lightly. "Why dye over such a beautiful tone that most people would dye to have." he questioned, chuckling at his own play on words.

"I think you know perfectly well why I would do that. Some may say it's a crime against my nature...But why would I want to stand out..." she whispered rising to her feet; the towel being moved up to gently massage her damp skull. "...When all I truly want is to blend in. Like a stick insect among twigs on a woodland floor." she sighed miserably, walking off slowly down the hall.

Reaver smirk in amusement. "And risk having some one stamp on your pretty head? Surely you don't want that!" He teased allowing his hand to graze her sharp jaw line, causing her to snap her head away from him sharply. Glowering at him with obvious dislike. "Now then my dear, you know the name I was once called yet you draw away? dear dear." he tutted, clucking his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly. "what is your...disturbance?" he asked curiously. "Most women would kill to be as close to me now. Many have." he drilled on.

Catherine shook her head with obvious amusement. "You really are to cocky, farm boy." she teased as she turned on her heels and slammed the door in his face.

Slightly taken aback Reaver's shapely lips spread into a small scowl, huffing in annoyance before he turned on his heels and made his was back to his own room, mutter bitterly under his breath about 'women'.

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He knew this scene well. Through both experience and dream. A place he had been before. A place he had loved. A place he still; in the very depth of his shrivelled and dark heart- loved. From times his mind reminded him of when he was with Elizabeth. A time when they were truly happy.

Her felt heated flesh arch up to his own body. His breathing became more laboured- his lips grazing across the gentle curve of her neck, causing the breathe to hitch in her throat. Thick eyelashes flickering shut. "Toby." she breathed softly, digging her heels into the cotton sheets as she pushed her bared frame up against his, pushing him deeper into her. The encouragement of a name almost foreign to him encouraged him on further, much like a horse with 'Giddy up'.

Reaver slammed impatiently into her, his large hands cradling her buttocks, pulling her up to greet his movements. desperation building up inside him, using her well until he released his hot fluids into her. Feeling her squirm happily beneath him, pants and whimpers of pleasure dancing from her generous mouth.

Pulling away Reaver groaned . saitedly had been so long since he had truly been satisfied. Like an eternal thirst, that no matter how much you drink it would never truly be quenched. Feeling the soft haired beauty nestle into his side. Nimble limbs entwining around his, a sweet smell of lavender rising from her body. Her chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Seeing her stunning elfin featured face turned up to his and gently took a kiss from his lips, sighing softly in a contented way before she drew back, watching him with piercing blue eyes. Observing him like a scientist would a slide of bacteria. With fascination.

"Elizabeth...How can you be so forgiving of me?" he whispered hoarsely, tracing her lips with his thumb, smiling at how her lips cased after it, watching her place a kiss on the padded flesh there.

"There is nothing to forgive." She answered softly, ruffling her hand through his dark hair, rolling on top of him playfully and stole a kiss from his lips, grinning broadly as she nestled closer to his chest.

"But..." He started softly. "But I killed you." he whispered sadly, expecting her to realise and turn away, sending him into the nightmare from where he'd been so many times.

Only this time he was answered with a giggle her red hair tumbling down her chest as she leaned up a little. "I am here now. I have been for a while. Though I never thought you would have changed you name. I know you." she whispered into his ear, her full breasts pushing into his chest.

"As much as I care to believe that, you are but a figment of my imagination and one who is designed to try to put my mind at ease. Then to only plunge me back into my guilt." Reaver growled pulling away slowly.

"Is that so?" She questioned sitting back on her heels. As if by magic her hair began to change. The adorable dolly curls straightened and grew longer down her back. The red slowly began to fade into a dark brown, till he was looking into the face he knew...He knew it.

"Catherine." he whispered leaning forwards to kiss her roughly. His tongue probing into her mouth suggestively. Slowly pushing her back onto the bed. His hand moving down to stroke the growing warmth between her legs, hearing her gasp with pleasure, her body trembling as she gently pushed him onto his back mounting him comfortably, pushing her womanity against his hard flesh once more.

Reaver woke with a start. Sweat prickling at his forehead, breathing harsh and an unbelievable ache pushing against his trousers. "Where's bloodstone whores when you need them?" he grumbled lightly, covering his hands with his face. This Catherine had really gotten under his skin. Even the though of the pleasurable romp with a whore didn't appeal to him in the slightest. He wanted her. No...no...He wanted Elizabeth

He wanted to feel her writhe beneath him, like he had in his dream, but in this moment in time the connection between the two seemed impossible to ignore. Was she really Elizabeth or was his mind trying to find comfort in the very thing he regretted. Why did he have to see her face there, why did he have to dream this so? He may as well put a gun to his head and end this madness, but he knew despite his deeps of villainous deeds he was a cowards. Death far to frightening for him to face.

With a heavy sigh he leaned back and breathed in deeply, wiping the perspiration from his face. How could a lack of a whore give him such dreams and still allow him to remain unsatisfied. It was perverse and unfair.

Maybe it was time to settle this once and for all. So what if he had to flee the castle in the morning. She'd enjoy it. Maybe the dreams would cease once he knew once and for all that she was Catherine, not Elizabeth. Just an uncanny resemblance; possibly a distant relative of her's from out of oakvale?...He did recall her having a sister in Bowerstone. Was this a great great great great; how ever many greats, grand daughter?

His mind settled he made his was down the corridor and opening the door to Catherine's room looking around to see a four poster bed, the thick, gauzy material drawn around all save a small slither by the bedside table allowing a little lightly from the dying candle. At first Reaver believed she was awake, but the slow leisured sound of her breathing reassured him of her blissful sleep.

'Fell asleep while reading, did you my dear?' He thought with a predatory amusement, as he quietly opened the hanging curtains to find his dark haired beauty laid on the bed, her thick naturally wavy tendrils curling in their damp state. Her night gown low to reveal the ample cleavage; a promise of the rose-bud pink topped snowy globes below.

Just the mere euphoric thought made him feel quite hot under the collar. Swallowing hard he gently pulled the blanket away and lowered himself on top of her gently rubbing himself against her needily, feeling her body respond in delight, a soft moan from her throat as she pulled what ever she was cradling in her hands closer to herself.

He gently moved his hands to push her night dress up, his hand moving lower to explore her body. Her eyes slowly opening, as she let out a soft sigh to the vision astride her. "Toby." she moaned happily, causing him to freeze, disliking how his body seemed thrilled by this naming, but didn't complain as she sleepily leaned up and kissed him sleepily, her legs parting below him. 'This is going to be easier than I first believed.' he thought to himself

Grinned his hands lowered to unbuckle his trousers before he bound her hands to kiss her soundly, before he felt softly cool, metallic and oddly familiar graze his palm. Breaking the kiss he gently removed his hand before he felt a sinking feeling in his gut. It couldn't be. The locket was old but well cared for, a small inscription that read 'I love thee Lizzie, forever yours, Toby' The other side showing a small portrait of two people, one unmistakably a more naive Reaver and his Elizabeth.

'How is this possible?' His mind exclaimed frantically. He looked down at the pendant in his hand. "Where did you get this?" he asked. "Only she had it. I searched the house and it was nowhere to be seen..." he whispered lightly.

"Have you really not worked it out Toby? Hasn't it passed through your skull, when those with thicker ones understood?" Cathy exclaimed and roughly shoved him off of her and yanked her night dress up to reveal her stomach, a shallow but long incision ran across her navel and up towards her breasts. "If I was not she would I have this scar?" She growled, reaching the end of her tether. "If I was not she would I have auburn hair naturally this wavy?" she exclaimed grabbing a handful of her hair and yanked hard, causing her head to jerk looking deranged with her fury.

"If I was not she would I know that you were once married over 400 years ago to me by the ocean near the cliffs where bloodstone was built? And that you proposed to me in a field by that windmill..." Catherine sighed lightly cradling her head in her hands.

Reaver felt light headed, his head spinning. With shaky hands he rose them to rest on her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me? How did you survive? Why didn't you try to find me?" he exclaimed looking both delighted and confused.

Catherine laughed with amusement. "I did find you. I found you a few weeks after wards, in the arms of several whores I believe." she answered icily. "So I didn't think you being reunited with your wife was a wonderful idea considering how easily you had gotten over your death." she hissed, glaring at him with fury filled eyes hurt obvious behind her glistening orbs. "I didn't tell you because you wouldn't have believed me even if I had wanted to. Toby you sacrificed the whole village! You killed all that was beautiful and pure. You let them kill children. All of them." she exclaimed. "You let them hurt our son!" she screamed at him, "Because the shadow court sensed the child with in me and the betrayal that was hidden away deep in my heart from my spineless husband. They thought it would be...amusing to put husband against wife and granted me immortal life in exchange for our son. I hate myself for it. He would have been a perfect young man. Long gone. Like nature intended. But our son never lived because of our selfishness. I didn't come back as a coward Tobias. I came back to make sure you paid for what you did." she growled.

A sickly feeling manifested deep in Reaver's stomach, his skin turning pale. "Y-you were pregnant?" he asked softly.

"Get out." Catherine whispered.

"Elizabeth...talk to me, ple-"

"GET OUT!" She roared and started to beat her fists against his chest in defiance, her punches growing weaker as she began to sob, her narrow shoulders shaking with tears. "Get out." she whimpered softly, "Just go away." she murmured.

Reaver sighed and leaned down to kiss her lightly, though from her lack of motion it was like kissing a statue. He sighed and slowly rose to his feet, leaving her be for now.

Catherine...Or more correctly Elizabeth laid back on the bed and wept. Wept for oakvale. Cried for all those who died. Bawled for her unborn child and sobbed for the absents of her estrange husband. She fell asleep-exhausted. The memories of how she met he beloved Toby. How she had lost him and how it had all happened. The memories flushing back in a mass wave. Something she'd refrained from doing for so long.