13.

~ "It's alright, Darling. It's just me." Eames said from outside her window. "I disconnected your battery. A bit of an adventure for me. Not really handy with automobiles." He said.

She stared at him in shock and amazement.
"Eames?" She gasped looking at him. There was no bruising, no obvious trauma to his head at all. She had seen him shoot himself. She knew that was real.

"I saw..." She gasped.

"I know what you saw, Darling." Eames said looking uncomfortable. "Can you come back into the castle and we can talk about it?"

"No!" She shouted glad she remembered to lock her door.

"I need to show you something, Please? Arthur and Dom will be back soon. Their at the beach. I told them I saw you there. We haven't got much time." He said. His voice pleading and honest.

~ She followed Eames up the walk and back into the Castle.

"James and Phillipa are upstairs with their mother. They don't know what's happening." Eames explained.

"What is happening, Eames?" Ariadne asked as he quickly lead her through the foyer. She followed him down a hallway to Arthur's study.

She glanced up at the large portrait of Lady Blunt over the fire place, as Eames went to Arthur's desk.

"I knew he had one of these machines in here." Eames muttered looking at the computer. "Can't escape progress. I won't tolerate a phone in any home I'm in."

"Why not?" Ariadne said. Looking at him in shock as he pried open a desk drawer and pulled free a metal box.

"Because, when I found out my sons were killed, it was from a phone call." He said. His voice serious and filled with raw pain.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. The tragedy must have been recent. His grandmother's death following after the death of his son's.

"I can't bury any more of my children." He explained. "I can't be forced to live this... life anymore. No matter how much I deserve it."

"Eames?" She asked as he forced open the lock on the metal door.

"Arthur, refuses to tell you the truth, but you need to know. You deserve to know." He said pulling free a photograph and handing it to her.

The picture didn't make any sense. It was of her and Arthur. She was six years old and sitting on his lap. They were in the rose garden Grace said she and her father planted. Arthur was smiling down at her and Blackwood castle stood behind them.

Arthur, looked exactly the same as he had just an hour ago in the woods. Almost twenty years had passed, and yet he looked exactly the same.

"This can't be." She whispered. Not able to take her eyes off the picture. "How can this be?"

"Arthur, is really Archibald Blunt." Eames said. "On paper anyway. We have to keep changing our names, our identities every 50 years or so. It's not hard, we make out fake birth certificates and wait 20 years. That's why you never saw Archibald Blunt, except on paper." Eames explained. "On paper, Archibald Blunt is a man in his 80's."

Ariadne couldn't think.

"This doesn't make any sense." She breathed.

"The curse, Ariadne." Eames whispered. "The curse."

"Eames!" Arthur shouted as he burst into the room. His face looking livid as Dom followed behind. For once, Ariadne stood her ground. Unafraid of him as Dom looked worriedly at her.

"Eames, what have you done?" Arthur whispered as he spied the opened metal box.

Arthur looked at Ariadne then. His face frightened looking.

"What are you?" She breathed.

~ "We want a happy ending! OMG!" LOL. Romantic Gothic is not supposed to be happy, its supposed to be sad! Oh well, I'll make it happy, don't worry. And I will explain how they got cursed. Just be patient. Love you guys! ~