"What is it?" Edward asked as he rushed to the man who was busy mumbling to himself. "Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?" The other workers left their work and ran to their friend to help him as Edward and James continued with their question. James ran his hands over the man's body and saw that he was not having any bleeding anywhere on his body. That meant that the blood in him was not his but someone else's. "This blood isn't his," Edward muttered as he too found no source of injury that would have caused his bleeding. Who then did the blood belong to? Edward turned and stared at the now empty half-built barn and ran towards it without hesitation. He had these thoughts of what had caused the blood but he silently prayed within him that it was not what he was thinking. Edward ran into the barn and searched around the place for any sign of the blood and saw at a corner at the end of the barn, a splash of red, stained on the newly built walls. He took in a deep breath
Emily didn't need to be told that she wasn't supposed to be there so when the young man that she assumed to be working with the men rebuilding the burnt down barn walked up to them and asked that they leave, Emily turned without hesitation and walked away.She immediately regretted her decision though.As she turned to walk away, she caught sight of the workers at a corner trying to lift one of their fallen friends to his feet. Emily could not get a good look at who they were trying to help but when his friends finally moved out of the way as they lifted him up, she immediately wished she had not done so.The man who they lifted up didn't just have a look that had been stamped on his face by fear, but was also covered head to toe in blood. It was as if they had bathed him with blood.Emily suddenly remembered the stain on the wall of the barn and she felt all the hairs on her skin raise. Was that the same blood that was on the man?"Oh my god." Emily turned and saw Williams standing b
"We have no choice but to bring him in then," James said. "The gravity of this whole thing is really much and I don't think it is one that we should play with. Your brother too--""My brother and I might have our differences, James, but I assure you that he has no hand in this," Edward said in a loud voice.James raised his hands as if in surrender and replied, "I didn't say that he was, Edward, I was about saying that your brother too night found out about this." Edward shifted on his two feet and he brought his head down, now feeling guilty."I'm sorry, James," he said with a sigh. "I just have been on the edge lately and it is beginning to affect me real bad.""I understand, Edward." James noticed that the whole barn was now getting dark. He looked outside and saw that the sun had already completely set while the moon was rising to take its place. "You don't want to get home late, Sir James," Mr Brown said as he noticed James staring. "Night has come and it will be really dangerou
The whole place was cold and Emily could hear the whistling of the wind just outside the closed windows. From the way things were looking, it was probably going to rain soon. Emily laid on the small duvet that she had placed on the ground, her head on her soft pillow and facing the ceiling. She was really scared to sleep because of what had just happened at His Grace's study.She still felt guilty and wanted so much to go back and put everything back in order but she felt that it was already too late. His Grace must be in by now.The whole place was dark and that seemed to aid in the disturbing thoughts that Emily kept on having. She had decided not to light up the candles because she didn't know how His Grace was going to react if he saw it. For her, it was best she just tried to avoid the whole thing than do anything that would aid in the problem. Thunder boomed in the distance and the whole room lit up a bit as lightning flashed accompanying the loud thunder. Emily could hear the
Edward picked up the bloodied head and hid it inside the bag that Mr Brown had gone to bring. Blood dripped from it and he had to cup his hands under the bag as he carried it to avoid it from dropping on the floor."Will that be enough, Your Grace?" Mr Brown asked and Edward nodded. He adjusted the now heavy bag on his hands."With the amount of blood dropping from this I don't think this can stay in the river till morn without someone finding it," Edward said as he removed his cupped hand from underneath the bag, pouring the blood that had filled it. He would make sure to have the traces removed after they were done."We'll find another alternative, Your Grace," Mr Brown said. "But we have to get to the river now before any of the servants or anyone at all get here. Edward nodded.He removed his hands from underneath the bag again and poured the blood on it before placing it there again. He and Mr Brown began to slowly walk out of the barn, their eyes searching the place for any si
Emily woke up to the sound of a bell ringing. She grabbed her pillows and covered her head with it but it did nothing to block out the noise. Her head began to bang from the loud sound, forcing her to open her eyes."Where is that stupid sound coming from?" Emily mumbled as she sat up on her bed. Her hair was all over the place and drool made a trail on her face. She wasn't one who liked early mornings.Emily had slept late at night due to her constant crying. His Grace had tried speaking to her but she didn't pay any attention to him. She was too hurt to answer him."Good morning, Your Grace," Emily heard someone say and she turned to the door, her eyes still drowsily half opened. "How is your morning?""Fine?" Emily answered as she stared at the young girl standing at the entrance. "Who are you again?" She knew the girl worked in the manor. She just could not remember seeing where."I am one of the chefs," the girl answered with a small smile. Emily nodded as she yawned loudly. The
Emily shifted the tray closer to her and stared at the covered plate in the tray. She sighed and then opened it, praying that it was not toast and milk that she had been having the previous times. "Wow," Emily said with a smile as she saw what she had been served. Pieces of meat lined the soup in front of her with a glass of pressed orange by the side.Emily picked the fork on the tray and stabbed a piece of meat with it before shoving it into her mouth. She chewed on the juicy meat and moaned as the soft meat rolled over her taste buds. She then grabbed the spoon that had been laying beside the fork and took a small sip from the plate. It was a little bit spicy but it was alright. Emily picked up another meat and plopped it into her mouth, chewing it as she went for her juice. She grabbed the surprisingly cold glass and took a small sip before putting it back down."So where was I?" she said with a small grunt as she removed a piece of paper from the stacks and placed it in front
Emily got into the carriage, His Grace holding her hand. She still felt heavy from the food that she had just finished eating and her bladder seemed to want to burst from the juice.His Grace let go of her hand and turned to the other side to enter while she adjusted herself. She pulled the tail of her very long gown into the carriage and closed the door gently as she sucked in air through her teeth.Emily still felt uncomfortable going to church with the man she called her husband, wearing a mask that would scare little kids. She didn't want to but she had no other choice. She had at first not wanted to go but then after hearing that her father was going to be at the gathering, she quickly changed her mind. At first she didn't believe His Grace when he said it but after he showed her the letter, she believed."My father would be there?" Emily scoffed after His Grace had told her that the Baron Dewhurst would be at the church for the gathering. "You think I am stupid? If my father wa