The look on her face is confused but, with the knowledge that she is in trouble. ‘Yeah, you’re sweet little ass is in trouble for the little stunt you pulled!’
Mr. Gregory turns to the sound, and barks at her “Ms. Williams, clean that mess up!” she immediately lowers herself and does as she is asked. I want to scold him for his attitude but, he is not aware of our history. Instead, I approach her and help her. “Mr. Eldridge, you don’t have to help me,” she says “Mr. Eldridge? Have you forgotten me?” I ask her in a very low voice. She looks at me, she is trying to hide her longing. Eliza is pushing through, I know it.“My office in two hours, you have some explaining to do” I whisper to her. I stand up and walk away.Chapter 48 Over the past year of my life, I have been living in bliss, I am still hyperaware of Bathilda’s threat. I have arranged security for Camille, and after a few months of dating she said she could not tolerate the idea of myself not waking up next to her so, she agreed to move in with me. I have never been happier. I know that things are going to change soon, Bathilda and her little group are deciding to play their hand. The tole of human casualties has started to rise. It is starting to make headlines, even for New York. I understand this, it is a challenge of my power. They want me to be Abner, they are going to continue to make the death toll rise until I do something about it. I am also aware of the threats I have been
Six months, it has been pure torture. Camille slipped into a coma. I had to inform Allison, who informed all of her family. Due to the destruction of the building, I switch all of my New York staff to virtual claiming that I was remodeling to building, effectively immediately. These past months have been pure agony. Doctors are skeptical that she will never wake up. I know my Camille though, she is a fighter! She will be alright! She has to be! I have been hell on wheels with the doctors trying to pull her plug. When they are not aware, I feed her some of my blood, anything to help give her further healing. I stayed by her side every single day, rarely leavi
Never in my existence did I believe that life could end as it did, shocking was the truth. The horror of that night and by whose hand death came. Though I have not seen that blood-sucking parasite, I still remember the pain and tragedy she caused. My rebirth through fire and blood did nothing to quench the pain of losing love and a part of my soul at that same moment. It became a never-ending agony for years. I live, hoping that love is not fully lost because, in every shadow of night, there is breaking dawn. The universe is magical, and in its power, life can be reborn...Just as I am reborn, love will surely one day live again. This is all that I can pray and hope for. It is the year 2008, and I stare out the balcony of my penthouse It's been nearly half a century since my life was forever changed. I look back on my human life, and it is days like this where I miss that time. It was so simple and full of love. Now everything felt complicated. Sometimes I just wa
The Perfect day.Some say "True love is like a rare gem, once it is found, it can never be truly lost". As I look back on my life and my years of living in England, with the one who has always held my heart. I feel the faint heartache and yearning. I remember that day well, the last day of my life. I sat in my lounge chair, enjoying the cool air of a London morning, on my balcony, looking at my beautiful wife and with a warm feeling of contentment fill me. I still remember our words that morning, it will forever be in my soul.------Life seems to move slow today, I can see the next-door children playing on the lawn, as just like us their parents sip their tea. I have never cared for tea, I know odd being from England. My wife drinks her tea while finishing her needlepoint. With a smile, I turn towards her with love in my heart. "Eliza you are my rare gem of love, stay with me forever" She giggles and smiles "Hunter, you are my prince, that I wish to l
I walk with Eliza and ponder many things about Garrett, and the oddly disturbing Mrs. Norris, or "Bathilda' as Eliza calls her. They are so different from everyone yet, also I feel cold chills when associating with them like, both of them are looking at me, waiting for something to happen. What I do not know? Garrett does care for me, I can see in his eyes. Bathilda gives me the creeps, and I swear I catch her watching me with longing. I pray it is just my imagination. I am so engrossed in my thoughts, I do not hear Eliza calling my name.“Hunter? Hunter? Are you listening?” I turn to look at Eliza “Oh I beg your pardon, my dear, my mind was preoccupied with other things”. She looks at me irritated. I did not mean to ignore her. “I said, I think I want to go to the baker’s first, I would like to see if they have any sweets made”. I stand up and go to retrieve our coats. “That sounds very good, perhaps they’ll be enough for both of us”. We walk down the road, we ar
That day was so full of happiness, and I could not wait until the evening when I would take her out for our date to celebrate my birthday. I still remember it well. It had been many months since I took my lady to the Opera, it used to be one of our favorite pastimes with time comes change. my business was growing at an incredible rate. Garrett and I have been discussing expanding our business with more stores. He has ideas of even venturing out to new areas in the business field. I took over the business from my father 5 years ago, and in that time, it has started to boom into an Empire. Part of my marriage was also thanks to that, Eliza was from a renowned English family, her ancestors had ties to the old royal court and their influence sped up the store's success. Last week, Members of Parliament came in to visit and check on success. she had no idea that her uncle funded the chance to build it into a mega-corporation. So, it was difficult to find time away from the
Terrified beyond belief, we see a figure in the shadows of the walk. It looks female, it all happens so quickly I do not have the mental ability to process the speed at which she attacks, I hear Eliza screams shortly and disappears into the shadows of night. “ELIZA!!!”I scream for her until I hear laughing. I could not believe my ears. How could this have happened to us? “That takes care of that wench! Do you know how long I have wanted you, watching you, and couldn’t do anything because she was always around!” I am staring into the darkness, mortified, praying for my beloved's safety. I have a heart-shattering feeling that she is lost to me forever. I hear her voice as if she can read my mind “Yes, Hunter, she is lost to you, she was never meant for you! You have always been mine secretly!” I am so enraged. “Show yourself, wench! I swear on this day, I don’t know what you are but, I shall make you suffer for what you have done!!” She laughs, and steps into the light, my heart i
It is so agonizing, this pain, so all-consuming. My insides feel like their being burned alive; my heart feels like it is scorched by the heat of the sun. Every nerve ending my body feels likes it's being electrified and charred to ash. I writhe in agony and try desperately not to scream from the pain. Nothing in my past years of being a soldier can compare to this living hell. Just when I think the pain subsides, it reignites in a new part of my body. it is constant torture of cool and boiling. As one part of my body feels like it's becoming like ice, my heart is now feeling it is being plunged through by a sword heated with molten lava. I endure this torment, feeling like I am bathing in hellfire and cooled down by ice. Wishing for death, a part of me knows that it will not come. I am turning into a damned soulless creature like her.At that moment I feel like I am being lifted and carried off into oblivion. Nothi