Three Fold

Part 2

-Stables-

I saw Ginger alone. Maxwell wasn’t in sight.

“aw. I see you’ve noticed Ginger she was Charles horse. She was to breed with Maxwell Xavier’s horse but it doesn’t seem right.”

“why not?”

“Prince Charles is dead…he would want to see the horse born.” Henri smiled and than looked somber.

It took almost till evening until I found Margret she was in the garden looking at the daisy’s.

“Beautiful I wouldn’t want to leave this place at all.” her voice filled with sadness as she stood and embraced me tightly. I took in her scent it was pears of all things but I enjoyed sweet things.

“Margret, please tell me what am I too do now?” he looked up at; those green eyes shimmered and a small smile came about her face.

“Take back your kingdom, this is all yours.”

I shook my head and her hand met my face than stinging, my eyes filled with tears as I looked at her.

“Charles Christopher Myers, you are king they have shunned you long enough, I feel your power from within here and here.” her delicate hands where placed on my chest and head; I took the time to kiss them and smile.

“I will.”

-August, 16, 1834-

I don’t know how fast she fell ill but Margret was around her mid thirties she was still young but this illness kept her in bed all day. It was beginning to get a little cooler, the leaves have fallen already I could tell this was going to be a long winter. Margret still wasn’t better as I brought her tea and medicine, a crystal wince glass full of red wine; it was warm to the touch as I handed it to her.

“How are you feeling sister?” I lifted her up and tilted the glass to her lips she sipped a little and fell back her hair still in curls from yesterday.

“horrible. Please don’t look at me.” I told her every time she said it she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Charles. don’t lie to me…” she whispered I wiped away her tears and just looked her in those beautiful green eyes.

“ I would never lie to you my sister.” I took this opportunity and kissed her, I had never kissed a woman especially one of her stature. She let me. Her lips were cold like ice as she kissed back holding the back of my neck roughly. I never would have imagined how much my body could react to this, I grabbed the sheets tight and a soft sound escaped her lips. My heart was racing as I pulled away everything tingled I felt numb but alive…how was this possible.

“Charles?” she looked up at me panting holding my hand tight. Her eyes where full of lust as she pulled me in we locked lips again. I had no idea we would end up next to each other later that night. My first experience with a woman it was amazing, I don’t know how else to describe it.

“how are you feeling?” I sat up and looked my lover in the eyes, tracing a hand down her thigh; that peaked out from under the sheets.

“Drained. Charles I am dying; you cannot believe how happy I am to do so.”

“Margret don’t talk like that..” I kissed her cheeks and held her close.

“No. I’ve been here long enough, I’ll give you a gift it’ll help with your mission.” as she sat up she took my face in her hands and kissed me softly I felt the energy between us and soon she hovered above me her long red hair cascading down her shoulders the curl gone; she kissed me roughly as my hands held her close I closed my eyes to take in this feeling but soon it was pain.

My dear Margret what are you doing to me…this feeling of pain is unbearable I feel as if am dying again, the cold embrace of death is so familiar…

-September, 12, 1834-

Air filled my lungs in an instant, I coughed and screamed. What happened why was it so cold…then I remembered Margret my sweet lover. I rushed to get up and hit my head against wood; a box? I was in a box I pounded on it for a few minutes till my hand went right through I pried it open and looked around. It was cold and dark but in a corner I could see light.

“hello!” my voice echoed than footsteps. Running through the door toward the footsteps I heard thumping.. It was faint till I saw a servant girl holding a candle looking at me scared.

“hello can you-” she screamed my ears pounded. I grabbed her arm and pulled her with ease before she ran away.

“please please help me…I’m Charles.” my voice cut off when she cried and started praying.

“god please don’t let this demon take my soul!” as the thumping got louder she screamed more my blood boiled and I heard a slight crack; the smooth texture ran through my fingers and I felt and heard everything now.

Darkness why do you take me yet again?

Owls and crickets could be heard in the distance. The heels of my feet where black with dirt as I walked to the Mansion, the lights weren’t on; the door creaked as I opened it and closed it swiftly. I fell back my ears ringing.

“Get the hell out!” lights came and a man in a night gown stood holding a gun, legs don’t fail me now as I took a step forward I blacked out again.

Wake up Charles you aren’t dead…

Sun came in and one look around the room and I screamed. Blood and flesh were everywhere bones lay in a pile, nothing came out when I opened my mouth I wanted it too. Wait my hands…my hands are covered in blood! Did I do this? Am I a killer. Mirror I need a mirror fast. My hair and face covered in blood I couldn’t recognize myself at all my once blue eyes black.

“A demon that’s what I am…” the floor felt just as Margret’s skin cold. Did she turn me into this?

-January,3, 1836-

How I’ve missed looking out the carriage I smiled to myself loving every moment.

“My Lord we are almost here!” shouted the driver as he whipped the horses to go faster. Today was the day I get to see my dear brother after two years would he recognize me?

I’ve learned what I am. A demon forced to live off blood and the souls of people; living people…Margret was right this “gift” has helped me on my mission to get my kingdom back..

The carriage stopped abruptly and the door came open a beautiful day to visit family.

“will you be staying long?”

“it depends if they’ll have me” flashing a devilish smile I went to the door and knocked, I heard several heartbeats in side must be a private party. The door opened and it was Jasmine herself who answered. She stood there in shock the thumping in her chest got louder.

“Hello.” her hand was warm as I kissed it.

“X-Xavier!” she screamed and soon enough he came running.

“My Queen are you alright?” I asked kneeling before her was the most defiling thing I’ve ever done, Xavier took her hand and smiled.

“A guest. Have you come for the party?” he didn’t recognize me at all but Jasmine did…a killer knows their victims faces.