Spoby-One Shots

1989! p.2

The picture is Spencer and Alexander Cavanaugh not Toby.

"You look just like my first love"
She giggled again.
"You're too beautiful to be alive honey"
"What?" She asked confusedly smiling.
"I'm thirsty for your blood" He said caressing her cheeks.
He grabbed a pocket knife from his pocket and slid it on her throat.  

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She slid it on his throat and he started bleeding, falling down on the ground. His head was shaking. He was writhing painfully on the floor. Bleeding heavily, his eyes were still open wide, praying for death because he couldn't take the writhing anymore. Seconds felt like ages.

"Wanna hear a story honey!" she said to his writhing body. "You look just like him..You're a ridiculous picture of your grand father" she laughed. He was still bleeding on the floor, praying for death.

"I won't let you die too soon! You'll experience the taste of death the way I did..because of Alex" she whispered smiling. "And then we're going to live together. Forever!"

"Let me tell you story about your family and the fortunes you enjoy" she giggled.

It was a cold evening of 1902. I just turned 16. It was a tradition for the girls of Royal family to marry a duke or a rich man, equal to their standard the very next day she turns 16. My day was coming. I ran to my mother protesting because I didn't wanted to marry anyone.

"Honey! it's the tradition" she replied adjusting her dress. "I married your father when I was your age"

"But I don't want to!" I cried.

"Just take a look at him" she showed me his portrait already hanging in our hall. "he's beautiful..just like you..You two will look perfect together darling"

"I haven't even met him! how can I marry someone I never saw or met" I protested.

"You're too young to understand the traditions honey!" she shrugged.

"Don't you think I'm too young to get married mom?!"

"Enough Spencer! Go to your room and dress up. He's going to be here any minute. I don't want you to disappoint me in front of the Royal family"

I went away, crying. I even cried myself to sleep and that night he came, riding on a horse. He was beautiful. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was prettier than he looked in the painting. I realized the painter was an amateur. He failed to paint what he really was. Beautiful and devious.

"Hello Mrs. Hastings" his shining blue eyes, that cunning sight, the devious smile, I really really thought he was a good man. It was a love at first sight but I still didn't want to marry anyone just yet! 

A few days passed. We communicated a lot, like friends. He said he wanted to know me better. I agreed! because there was no way out. I had to marry him! so I decided to not go the hard way because it'll just harm me. 

She looked over to him. He was on verge of his death. His eyes wide opened and throat was still bleeding. He was choking now.

"Oh I see you're having trouble in breathing" she laughed. "You can't die until I finish the story he started " she chuckled.

It was the eve of my 16th birthday. I wasn't ready to be someone's wife just yet! but I had to. I went out for a stroll in the garden when I heard a scream coming from my mom's room. It was dark and midnight.

"No! please you can't do this!" she begged, crying.

I peeked through the door. A masked man! Holding a knife at her throat. I panicked. I wanted to shout but instead I thought to call for help but the moment I turned around... I heard a scream and..and I saw both of them my mom and dad lying on the ground, blood smeared across the floor but the killer fled away. I cried for weeks. He was there for me or so I thought he was. Months passed! No one knew who killed them. The tradition broke because I wasn't married yet! He stayed! He did,for me! I was alone and the rest of my family thought that I should be married because I'm alone and I won't survive like this. We got married! she smiled In my garden. I was happy. He looked like my everything. He was my savior. I really loved him. But on our wedding night-on our wedding he-he... 

"You look just like my first love"
She giggled again.
"You're too beautiful to be alive honey"
"What?" She asked confusedly smiling.
"I'm thirsty for your blood" He said caressing her cheeks.
He grabbed a pocket knife from his pocket and slid it on her throat.    

Who would do something like that to his wife? On their wedding night? but he did! he killed me. She looked over to him. I writhed just like you..and you know what? he buried me! under this piano and told everyone that someone came and killed me !! No one was there to save me. After some months he rebuilt it for himself. He thought I was dead and he buried his dirty secret with me but I watched him. I watched his every move. He got a hold of the property, sold everything but I didn't let him sell this Palace. I was here! that's what frightened him. He fled! But when I saw you...I fell in love again because you look just like him. I loved it how his sins brought you back to me.

I was alive! Breathing a little when he buried me. He didn't even waited for me to die completely. No one found out that I was buried here. No one did! But now they are going to be two dead bodies there and we'll live together forever she smiled.

He was gone by the time she finished her story and below the piano, there were the marbled floor which carried a million secrets and her remains and next to her was now him, lying lifeless. No one ever found out about them but the Palace is still haunted and now there are two spirits who live there and they laugh all the time so loud that a few people that lived there migrated from there but in fact, She found someone, after 87 years! someone she loves and with whom she'll live forever! 

THE END!

I'm terribly sorry for writing this 😂😂😂😂