Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Chapter 3: The Seducer vs. The Innocent

Genevieve sat her wilting mother up, rubbing her back as she did so. "Mother, take a drink, please. It will help you. I promise." She whispered to the aging woman. Her mother wheezed, looking up at her only daughter, a soft twinkle in her eyes, parting her chapped lips as Genevieve poured the liquid into her mother's mouth.

"Where do you travel tonight?" Her mother asked. Genevieve smiled, setting the cup aside. "Mistress Hathaway is having a party tonight. She invited Avalon and myself to join her."

"Oh my sweet daughter," her mother hacked, "that bitter woman isn't to be trusted. She is the spawn of Lucifer." She hissed.

"Mother, you mustn't speak of Miss Hathaway that way. She has treated me well." Genevieve scolded. She patted her mother's wrinkled hand and began dressing herself in a emerald gown that matched her own eyes. She frowned and pinched her cheeks, making them appear red. The young woman looked at her raven locks and let them drape over her shoulders. Better. She thought to herself.

Genevieve's mother looked at her daughter and smiled wearily, "As beautiful as the night sky."

William followed his friend into the cottage of the Hathaway's, a smile on his curious face, praying to see Genevieve. "Ah, Shakespeare. How delightful to see you this evening." Anne whispered in his  ear seductively. William turned to see the woman in a red velvet gown with her hair pinned up, exposing her tan neck. "Come." She taunted.

William glanced back at his friend and gulped, nodding as he followed the woman up the stairs. Anne smiled mischievously and dropped her dress onto the wooden floor. "Oops.." She bit her lip. William's face turned into a bright red, looking at Anne's body. He bit his lip and pinned her to the wall.

A soft moan escaped Anne's lips as his member slid into her slowly, her nails digging into his skin. "William.." She moaned, moving her hips in sync with his. William's breath began to grow heavy as he increased his speed. What in God's name are you doing William!? Think about Genevieve! Her heart would be shattered if she found this out. "Genevieve.." He moaned out, praying Anne didn't hear that.

Moments after, William laid his head on Anne's heaving chest and closed his eyes. What had he done?

"W-William...?" He heard a soft voice say from the doorway. His closed eyes shot open and looked towards the doorway to see a heart broken Genevieve on the verge of tears. Anne looked at her young maid, satisfied at what she caused.

Genevieve looked at her mistress and at her love, biting her lip to stop it from quivering. "I-.." She dashed down the stairs, past the crowd and out the door. Her heart began to rip apart, burning at every tear.

He didn't love you Genevieve! No one could love you. You are worthless to many. Even a man you thought to be your suitor. He didn't care about your feelings, he didn't push that harlet off of him. She thought to herself. Oh how she ached, how she just wished to die and never return to this life. She never wanted to see William Shakespeare's face, again.