Thoughts in Written

2. Back In Time.

"Why don't you love me, Rebecca?" He asked, desperation clear in his voice.

What could I say? The answer was stupid as hell. If anyone else heard it, they would think I would have gone bonkers!

"You know why, Rob." I frowned. He indeed knew, although he seemed to take it as seriously as I did.

"I can't believe you are in love with Daniel Macintosh!" 

"Mind you, it is Lord Daniel Macintosh.

Now hold on. You might be thinking, oh this girl is hooking up with a Lord. Ohh, how exciting. Maybe she's in it for the money? Power? Fame? Ha, I wish. I was in it for the personality. His traits were quite clearly explained by Ron and made me fall in love with him every single time I read 'Thunder and Lightning.'

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Lord Macintosh was a character in a book written by Rob, who stood a feet away from me, offended at how I was in love with a character of his book rather than him.

"It isn't a deliberate reason to hurt you, Rob. I just... You wrote him. Don't you see how anyone couldn't help but fall in love with him? His looks, his feelings, his past and present! Oh Rob, he makes me feel for him and sympathize with him! I just feel... connected with Lord Daniel. Whether he be the richest man in London in the 18th century or he be that stone cold man who showed no mercy towards any man/ woman that crossed his path!"

I stood there, realizing what I had just blurted out. It seemed good enough of an explanation. I was a fan of his literary works. It seemed as if the man had magic in his fingers.

"He is supposed to be the antagonist of the book!" He shouted in protest. "You're telling me that you're in love with the man that doesn't want women's equality, abandons his family, is somewhat a wolf in sheep's clothing among the industrialists of London and is one heck of a miser! He would never love you as much as I do!" He yelled.

Outside the wind had been growing fierce threatening us of the on coming storm.

I wanted to warn Rob, I wanted to tell him to get out of this cabin of his which would not hold the strong winds and torrents of rain, but he seemed occupied with yelling at me.

"You are ungrateful! An antagonist is who you fell for? Pathetic, really." he spat out those words.

"He may be the antagonist but you know I always had a thing for bad boys," I sneered. I was getting tired of this bullshit.

What was wrong in falling in love with a character. People always did. It was a way to show an author of what a bliss he had created.

"You are going to pay for this betrayal!" He warned.

How on earth did I betray this asshole? Or was he talking about his badly damaged ego?

I could see his blue eyes flicker with rage. If a storm was approaching outside, a storm had already destroyed everything hopeful in those sea blue eyes.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I questioned. 

But he did not answer.

I had not noticed but he had held a small knife in his hand.

Oh no, I thought. He's going to cut his veins and bleed out on the floor!

But then he proved me wrong.

He didn't slit his wrist, he slit the palm of his hand. Blood poured out and he winced but before I could react, he started chanting. Loudly.

"Caesar ad me vocavi te virtus. Quaeso, qui mihi ausus potestatem habent vindicandi me tradet..."