"Watch me" which fitted in nicely with my plans for today
“Ash,” Emma was so choked at seeing her brother awake, she
couldn’t speak.
“Where am I?” Ash whispered, his voice faint and thin. He
blinked heavily and Emma was terrified he’d slip away again.
“You’re in hospital, darling. You’re very sick. Do you remember
what happened?”
“She…she’s in…side me. She…cold. Cold, Emma. Dark.”
“I know sweetheart. I know you’re cold. So am I. But you’re
not alone anymore. I’m here. Can you feel me? Can you feel my warmth inside
you? The warmth of my love in our secret place?”
“No.”
“Try to feel it, Ash. Try to find me.”
“No.”
“Do you remember it, our secret place? Do you remember how
to get there?”
“No,” Ash’s voice was fading and Emma turned to Tristan in
utter panic.
“Can you help him? Can you help him like you helped me?”
“I can try, but he is very much more closed down.”
“All I can ask it that you try.”
Looking grim, Tristan moved around the bed to the other side
and took Ash’s other hand. Ash turned his head to gaze up at him.
“Who….”
“A friend, Ash. He’s a friend and he’s going to help you
find your way home.”
“Home?”
“Home to me.”
“Ash,” Tristan said, drawing his attention. “I will draw
back the curtain of darkness, just for a moment. You will not have much time.
You must find the door in your heart where your sister is sealed away from the
evil that assails you. You must open the door. Do not fear for her as she is
already sharing your pain. Find her and let her in. Only then can you find the
strength to fight Catherine.”
At the mention of Catherine’s name Ash shuddered deeply, but
he nodded silently. Tristan echoed the nod, and gazed deeply into Ash’s eyes.
Emma remembered the light that had flowed through her when Tristan did that to
her and might have imagined that Ash’s hand warmed slightly in her grasp.
Ash whimpered and squirmed, but did not break eye contact.
The darkness within Emma, which had been sluggish and thick, swirled angrily
and her heart thudded, slow and heavy in her chest.
Ash’s whimpers turned to moans, and his body arched off the
bed, but still he did not break eye contact.
Tristan began to sweat, an expression of distress on his
face, but he held on tight and continued to pour his energy into Ash.
The pain in Emma’s chest increased, as she fought to keep
the door open against the dark energy that fought to close it. Despite the pain
and fear, she held on. She held on with all her might.
Suddenly, Ash screamed and arched so far off the bed his
spine creaked. Moments later, he collapsed and lay still. However, in the
moments between something had radically changed. For one thing, Emma was
suffused with a familiar warmth. For another Ash’s had had grown warm in hers.
When she looked down into his face, there was a faint flush
in his cheeks and, although his eyes were closed, she knew he was no longer
lost.
“Ash,” she said quietly and he opened his eyes and smiled at
her.”
“I found you,” he said, his voice stronger.
Letting go of his hand Emma threw her arms around her
brother, and he held her too. They clung to each other as they always had.
“Do not be complacent,” Tristan warned. “She will feel that
you are fighting her, and she will come.”
“You know me so well, my dear,” a voice said, and Emma
straightened sharply to face the misty shape in the corner of the room. Beside
her, Ash struggled to sit upright.
“I applaud you,” Catherine said, growing more solid by the
moment. “You have fought me better than any other. I have never had the
pleasure of twins before and it is more of a challenge than I thought. But do
not think you have won. I have never taken a woman and wish indeed that I had
for your energy is sweet. It enlivens me as no other. Thank you, Emma.”
“Then it ends here. If you take me, I won’t have children
and there will be no more Loughbridge men for you to torment and murder.”
Catherine looked shaken for a moment, then she smiled. “Then
so be it. As my last meal I shall make this the best.”
A sharp pain shot through Emma, making her cry out, and beside
her, Ash cried out, too, the anguish so deep it cut through Emma even more
sharply than Catherine’s attack. But he rallied, and he was the one who sent
the surge of energy through their link that cleared her mind and gave her the
strength to fight. Their hands clutched each other, symbolic of the link that
joined them within. Gradually, the fought back the pain, pushing the darkness
away from their hearts, clearing the link, opening the doors.”
“No,” Catherine screamed. “You will not escape me.”
“Watch me,” Emma hissed
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Oh please make Catherine suffer as she has made so many others suffer.
ReplyDeleteKathy said what I wanted to say. Still loving this and all caught up again.
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