The Woodsman and The Faery

Chapter Three

Previously on the last chapter~~~~~~~

"My name is Christopher." He told her and she tried to process the name and say it for herself. "Chris-to-pher?" She looked at him waiting for approval, and when he shook his head, she jumped with joy making the fabric fall as she pulled him closer. Christopher automatically froze when he felt her chest right on his abdomen, and it took all he had, to ignore the desires that were ready to corrupt such an innocent creature.

He bent down and picked up the to cover her again, and as he was putting it on to cover her, she pulled him in and his eyes widened.

She have him a peck on the lips and smiled at him, and then walked to the bed without the cover up, and hot under the covers.

Christopher touched his lips as he looked at the bed and Autumn had the covers over her face to cover her redden cheeks.

Little did they know that the small kiss had intertwined their fate.

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Chapter 3

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        Christopher woke up from his sleep with a little more excitement than usual, he felt more alive on this particular morning and he wasn't sure why he did feel this way. His mind wondered to the woman that was currently residing in his cabin, and wondered if she left yet or if she was waiting for him to return.

        He got dressed and went downstairs to eat and get some food for Autumn, even though he wasn't sure if she ate human food. “Chris, breakfast is ready!" His mother called out as she put down a plate of pancakes and eggs on the table. He grabbed a bag, two containers and plastic utensils to get some food for Autumn; he decided that he would have his breakfast with her.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to sit down and eat, the trees aren't going anywhere." His mother said with an eyebrow raised and her hand on her hip.

"Um, I have something to tend to, so I'll just take the food with me." He said as he put some pancakes in one container and eggs in the other. 'More like someone to tend to' he thought, he wasn't sure if he could tell his mother about Autumn, he wasn't even sure about how he would tell her.

"What's with the containers?" Angela said as she yawned and came down the stairs.

"He apparently has something to tend to this early in the morning." His mother said with distaste. Christopher ignored his mother's displeasure and kissed his mom on her forehead and hugged his sisters goodbye. He made sure to get two water bottles before loading everything in the car and heading to the cabin.

        When he got there, everything seemed so quiet, except for the birds chirping in the woods. He walked up to the front of the cabin, and was going to open the door but stopped. He wondered if he should knock before entering or knock and wait for her to open the door. He knocked on the door and waited but no one answered the door or even said a word to him. 

        He wondered if maybe she had left the cabin and he opened the door, but to his surprise Autumn was sitting on a chair next to a table, her hands busy fiddling with the leaves of a plant. He was going to say good morning when before his very eyes, green leaves were replaced by the dead one and the plant started to shrivel. The plant was now a shriveled mess in the pot and Autumn sighed as she looked at it.

        She took the pot plant in her hand and got up ready to put the plant pot back. When her head came up from the pot, Autumn squealed but held on to the pot tightly, then her eyes gleamed when she realized it was Christopher, but then her eyes saddened when she saw Christopher look at her hands. "So you saw?" She asked referring to the empty plant in her hands with a sad smile,