A/N: Hi, I would like to thank the lovely people that read my story, I would also REALLY thank the people that reviewed: Linalove, Bloody Midnight, musicalsrock, Jillybean01, Tea Cup Madness, And I also thank everyone that alerted or favorite!
Disclaimer: I Bargained with Washington Irving in my dream, I would give him four fingers, and he would give me Ichabod… he didn't want that, so sadly this book/movie/characters... are still not mine, but they belong to Washington, and Tim Burton!
PS: I will start using third person, because it's easier for me to write in.
Katrina led Silver down the stairs and into a room that resembles a library, but smaller, way smaller. There was a fireplace, and multiple chairs around it.
Silver was still afraid, thoughts swimming inside her head, would they like her? Or not? In the room there was several people, all male, all with white hair. One man went forward and greeted her."Hello, I am Mr. Van Tessel Katrina's father. And you must be the angel that fell from the heavens!" He said, clearly over-joyed. Wait did they say angel?
"Oh, I am no angel." Silver said, "I am Silver, Silver Drew."
"Ah, but of course you are, how else would you manage to survive a fall from god knows where?" he said, clearly signaling the start of the question-ing.
"I don't know." Silver replied honestly. I will fake amnesia, it would help. She thought.
They had asked her multiple questions, about almost everything, yet all she said was I don't know, and it seemed to be working for her, when suddenly a man came into the room informing everyone about the death of a man called Masbeth.
Suddenly everyone around her, stood up and left in a very rushed manner, Mr. Van Tessel decided that she must come along because 'She was an angel sent to help them'.
She didn't think that way, she thought she was here to mess up the entire plot and storyline of the movie, but her mind stopped those thoughts the moment she saw the headless body of Masbeth.
"Oh, god" she said, grossed out and slightly nauseous, she had never seen a dead body before, only on TV in shows like CSI, NCIS, and so on.
"Indeed" Mr. Van Tessel said.
"I think we should move the body, make it closer to the entrance of the woods." Mr. Van Tessel once again said.
Silver was going to object, tell them that they shouldn't move the body, but silenced herself after remembering that they were supposed to move the body from its original location.
After a while, Ichabod came along, looking at the corpse in a weird way, as if he was nauseous and afraid at the same time, he looked around at the people surrounding the body, his gaze lingering for a few second on a certain raven haired woman, Then going back to the body.
"Did any of you move the body?" he asked. Wondering why that green eyed angel was here.
"Yes, we did. We thought-"One of the men explained.
"No, you should never move the body!"Ichabod said to the men. Then began investigating the body, Silver didn't pay much attention to what he was saying or doing, until he started riding on his make-believe horse to figure out what happened. Silver couldn't take it and giggled slightly, she thought no one could hear it, unfortunately most men raised their heads towards her in a bewildered look, including Ichabod, but he just smiled lightly and carried on with his investigations. Silver honestly felt that she was there for no reason, and she wanted to leave, she couldn't possibly mess with the plot! Maybe she could go and take a walk around this place. She turned to leave but Mr. Van Tessel stopped her by saying. "Miss Drew, you didn't tell us your thoughts on all of this." Silver stopped and turned and began thinking, what can I possibly say that won't corrupt the story line, oh screw the story it's my dream.
"I think that whoever did this was either non-human, or a human that like to collect heads as souvenirs." Silver said calmly.
"AHA! So you agree that the Headless Horseman did this." Another man with white hair said.
"I never said that." Silver said and started walking out of the woods and into the town/village.
Ichabod was out of his line of thoughts once he saw her there with the corpse that made him feel nauseas, why was she there? He didn't know, after she left them he left as well, they said that there will be a funeral after sun down, she could be there, at that thought Ichabod's heart soared, he didn't know why, he only met her this morning and she probably wouldn't feel the same way, after all she came from a weird place. But could she even slightly like him?
Silver was walking beside an old run-down house, and heard sobbing coming from the back, she was curious as to who it may be, so she went around the house and into the back, and was met with a boy, no older than 12, he was sobbing, Silver always had a weak spot for children so she sat next to him and asked "what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Call it her motherly instinct, she wrapped her arms around the boy, and he went into her embrace, still sobbing.
"Sorry miss for soiling your dress I didn't mean to." He said to Silver, after he stopped sobbing.
"Oh it's okay, I can always get a new one, and now what's your name?" Silver asked him, she was clearly wondering why the boy was sobbing but decided that it was none of her concern.
"I'm young Masbeth, well the only Masbeth now…" he said upset, and it dawned on Silver that his father was the one with no head back in the woods.
"Well only Masbeth, Can you tell me why you were sobbing?" she asked gently, although she already knew the answer.
He remained silent; Silver knew she shouldn't have asked, so she tried changing the subject.
"I bet your mum's worried sick about you!" Silver said.
"My mother in heaven, and now she has my father to take care of her now" He said, sadly.
"Come on now, why the sad face? You said it yourself, they're in heaven, and I bet they're watching over you as we speak!" Silver said, trying to turn that frown upside down.
"Your rights miss…?" He said, noticing that she never gave him her name.
"Drew, Silver Drew, but you just call me Silver OK?" she said.
"Alright Silver, are you new here I've never seen you before" YoungMabeth asked.
"Yes, yes I am." Silver said.
"Oh, you must be the angel!" He said happily. Now why are they all happy with me being here? And why do they all think I'm some sort of angel?
"Oh I'm not an angel, dear" Silver said getting irritated with the fact that she is famous for falling out of the sky. And the fact that she is now an Angel.
Silver looked at the sky, noticed the sun was about to set, so she asked the "Where do you live?"
"I live in this house right here." He said and pointed o the run down building.
"OK, well Masbeth, I must leave now, because it's getting late, Good-Bye" Silver said.
"Good bye mis- Silver." Young Masbeth said.
And with a slight wave Silver went back to the Van Tessel's House, to get ready for the funeral.
A/N: I really hope you guys like it, I don't really know how old Young Masbeth is, I just assumed 12, Read and Review.