Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 22

Nick looked though the tangled branches of the trees at the scene before him in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, he wouldn't! He couldn't been here. Henry wasn't here. He couldn't be. He was mortal! But.....

He was right there, holding Elisabeth in his arms, sitting in the lavenders and soft summer grass with her as they spoke in hushed whispers. She was smiling up at him, bare feet ever so slightly entangling in the grass as she laughed at something he said. This... This wasn't happening!

A slight pang in his heart made him feel like someone had drove a knife through him and was twisting it slowly. How could she do this to him? To 'us'? She loved him with all her heart, she said that!... She must have hit her head...

'Yeah...' He thought, a wild grin forming on his face. 'She must have... Maybe she just needed to-'

His thoughts cut off when he saw Henry slowly turn her head, a blush forming on his cheeks as he leaned in and kissed her lips gently. Nick felt the knife dig in deeper, watching in horror when she didn't move away. She should have rejected him! She should have stopped him! But, she was..... She was blushing and kissing back slowly, innocently.... Like she used to with him.

He gripped his parcel close to his chest, tears forming in his eyes. No. No, she was being tricked. He-Henry must have done something to her. He was pulling her away... Just like he stole his mother, he was stealing his lover.... 'I can't let him-'

"I need to go home, Henry...."

Nick blinked a little, rubbing the tears form his eyes. Elisabeth was standing up, only wearing that ugly, too long scrap cloth she called a shirt over her beast black bikini. In the moonlight, when the moonbeams hit her hair just right, he could see dewdrops glisten like stars, twinkling joyfully for no reason. She looked even more like a goddess than she had in the last few years since she finished developing into a woman. She was.... Perfect. But, what had happened to her? Last time he checked, she was sickly pale, had no hair, and stitchings and scars from-

Henry looked up at her, a sad look in his red eyes... Had they gotten redder? And... When he breathed out a sigh, Nick could have sworn he saw ash fall out of his lips and take flight on the winds. "You'll be here tomorrow? Right?" Henry asked, standing up and taking her hand in his, making every muscle in Nick's body tense. She only smiled and nodded, her pink chapped lips curling into a well known playful smile. The smile she kept just for Nick. "Ok...."

As she walked towards the edge of the field of purple and green, Nick watched as his half brother, the brat who was ruining everything, dissipate into the shadows by the stream. And by dissipate, Nick meant full on fell backwards into the shadows and fell right through them.

This was getting too weird. This wasn't happening. Henry wasn't a son of Hades. He couldn't have been! But.... 'That is the only answer to why he just disappeared.' Nick thought. That explained a lot thought, now that he thought about it. How the little twit had saved himself so many times from his wrath, how he always beat him down the stairs to the door when Nick chased him, how he was always out so late but was home exactly when he was suppose to be. He probably even snuck out without the means of the front door a lot too.... This just sent Nick's blood boiling. This was unforgivable. This was intolerable!

He watched as his girlfriend, the cheating hoe herself, walked into the forest, cursing lowly to herself when her bare feet hit the thorny ground. Serves the bitch right.... Nick grinned a little to himself, his mind clicking a little as he emanated a low and demonic chuckle. She was all alone now, all alone in the woods where anything could get her.

Time to teach the cheating whore a lesson.

Elisabeth smiled to herself as she found the small worn path she was so used to walking in the woods to her secret grove. Her feet were cut and scrapped from all the jagged rocks and thorns she had stepped on and brushed past as she tried to find her way there. Now, on a easily recognizable place, she could just let her feet do the walking as her mind drifted back to the field.