The Last Victim #JustWriteIt

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Dawn stood on the bridge, hands spread out as if in some weird greeting. She had her back to him, yet he could see her. Clearly. A high knotted bun on her head, through which hair now came out giving her a dishevelled look. Jay had a feeling as if she was murmuring something. He started feeling all cold. Something evil was going here. But he loved Dawn. He could not let her go. He had to take her with him. As he took a step further, a blinding flash of light descended, flickering briefly over their heads in the sky and then fell onto the bridge. Jay's eyes widened. He could feel adrenaline coarsing through his blood vessels. Every particle in his body screamed at him to turn and run away. Dawn glanced back at him and froze as he called out.

'Dawn! What are you doing here? Let us go!'

He saw Dawn whipped around; her face was contorted in rage and repulsion. Jay took an astounded step back. This could not be Dawn. Her face showed hatred to such an extent that Jay could almost feel it radiating off her. Her eyes sparkled in resentment. Jay had no idea why was she behaving this way. Maybe it was her idea of a sick joke.

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Heart pounding, she turned around. No! It couldn't be. He could not have known her secret. But his solemn expression and beseeching green eyes told Dawn more than she needed to know. He had seen her. She was left with no choice. He would ask her now and she would have to tell. As a tribute to the bizarre relationship that had sprung up between them. But her eyes were playing scene years back. No way was she going to accept a crime she had once committed due to a mistake. Jay Aston had arrived at the wrong moment. Too bad, he'd have to pay.

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Jay remained numb and fixed on his place. The cold air was beginning to hurt his chest. He shook off the feeling of alarming warning jingling through his torso and took a step closer to Dawn. Dawn stood on the edge, colour draining from her face. He called again.

'Dawn?'

In the stillness of the evening his deep masculine voice echoed in the surroundings, contrasting sharply against the soft plopping of the marsh below. The ball of light which had descended before, had now assumed the shape of a young girl carrying a harp. And the thing Jay had been shunning his entire life, seemed to dissolve in front of him. On normal days, Jay would have questioned his sanity and would have said Impossible. But impossible was a word he had stopped believing in the last twenty four hours. He was going through a bizarre phase. Anything was possible!

The ghost girl was holding a harp in one hand. She was not glaring at them but held an expression of pity and sadness on her face, as she surveyed Dawn. Jay could see Dawn now, quivering in fear. He took her hand and was just about to turn when an ethereal and beautiful voice of the exquisite creature behind addressed him to a stop.

'Stop, Jay! You need to know this before you take any decision!'