"Gustave? Who are you? Who is your father?" Arthur demanded, and sent him a glare that could rival my father's when he was mad.
Gustave stared back at Arthur with a dead expression on his face. "I am Gustave." Gustave said again, with a little snark in his voice. "My Father is called Erik. Now, I must Please my father, so if you would just let the lady come with me, it would be ideal."
Erik? As in the guy who drove me back home? What does he want with me?
"I won't let you take her." Arthur said, pulling out his blade and taking a step forward.
"No," I called to him, pulling on his arm.
"Stay out of this," he said back to me, and I glared at him.
I was about to call him out again, but Gustave pulled out his own blade, one that almost glowed in the night.
"No, no. Let us fight. I will surely win anyway." Gustave demanded, and lunged at him, holding the knife towards Arthur's chest. Arthur counter attacked with his own blade, holding him off.
It was almost like what I used to see in the plays my mother would take me to- when the two men would duel. It frightened me.
Arthur's blade slid off, cutting Gustave in the arm. It tore his sleeve in half, a gash quickly showing blood.
Gustave cursed, and swung at Arthur again, slicing his shirt down the front, but not actually hurting his skin. I cringed at the thought of Arthur actually getting hurt.
Gustave sliced with the blade again, Arthur in a moment of shock at his shirt. This time, the blade struck skin, creating a jagged gash across his eye.
Gustave smirked at the contact, then looked behind me. I almost turned around, but I felt something hit my head, hard.
I fell to the ground, dazed. I felt something go around my eyes and then my mouth, causing me not to be able to scream.
I felt myself get lifted up by two strong arms, and I jerked my body around, crying as loud as I could through the gag.
Where was Arthur? What had happened to him?
I was placed in the back of something, I knew because I heard a door shut, and then I felt the carriage move. I stayed silent, driving for awhile. I dozed off, not remembering much of what happened after that.
All I could hear was a faint, "United again at last, mon ange."
