Ok, so as far as my writing goes, I think I have ADD. I will be working on one fanfic and then the next day I'll watch or read something and be completely entranced by it and start a new fanfic. So, that's what I'm doing now. I just finished watching The Wolfman and came up with an idea for a story. I am hoping to latch on to it for awhile so I can finish it. I hope you enjoy it :)
24th January, 1919
As the days pass by, more and more of the soldiers leave their beds at the Sanatorium and go back home after months of recovering from the horrid war against the Germans. Since there is less and less men to care for, the days seem to go by quicker. I sometimes find myself yawning in boredom at work.
I guess I should be happy about that, but the day will eventually come were there will be no more bodies to care for, and I will be left to make the choice of what to do with my life. My dream of studying medicine has slowly faded away. Since losing my father, I have felt the flame that the dream once held, die and die with each passing day. And then there is the sting left behind by Lord Bathory that once and for all put out the flame. I had once confided in him about it and he had encouraged it greatly,-only to find out that it was just a ploy to lead me to John.
Thinking of John now, leads me to another question.
Will I survive until then?
For all I know, John could be watching me this very instant, as I write in my journal by the light of my candle. But I must keep the faith, that my dear Quincey is out there right now, protecting me from John's evil.
Oh, Quincy! How I've missed you with all my heart and soul! Every night, I look out the window of my bedroom, hoping and praying that you will be there. Just a glimpse of your dark, sweep of hair, or mesmerizing brown eyes, would do me a world of good. I need to see you now. For I need to tell you the news I have received today.
I got a letter from my Uncle Michael in Blackmore. He just recently found out about my poor father's death, for his job keeps him away for months at a time. He has invited me to come stay with him and my Aunt Helen for awhile, even just a day or two if I wanted he had written. He greatly grieves my father's death and is deeply worried about me being alone. He begged me to come and stay in his mansion.
I had been there many a time as a child. It was my escape from the horrors of my mothers death. I remember running through the woods outside of the towering building, dancing in the felids, just trying to forget what had happened. The temptation to go back to that escape is too hard to resist , but I must see you before I leave, Quincey. I must.
I stared at the letter from my uncle, as I sat there on the couch in the living room. The light from the fire, gave the room a cozy, romantic setting. Images from my childhood there, plagued my mind as I fingered the fabric of the blanket that covered me. My white, lace nightgown was no match for the winter cold, so I snuggled up to the fire.
I closed my eyes as I relished in the warmth, then absently dosed off. I dreamed of myself as a 10-year-old girl again. I ran through the garden of my uncle's mansion. I was chasing a beautiful Monarch butterfly as it went from flower to flower. I laughed and smiled, never had I been so happy as I was in that moment. Not a care in the world, just peace.
Then, something happened.
The butterfly suddenly fell to the ground, dead. Horror overtook my 10 year-old self and I slowly made my way towards it. As I reached the creature, it slowly transformed before my eyes. No longer was it a butterfly, but my poor, dead, father, lying there as he had been when I found him dead the first time. Tears ran down my youthful cheeks as I dropped to my knees. I held him in my arms and shook with pain. I looked up from his face to see that I was no longer in the garden-but in my home at the bottom of my steps. No longer was I a 10-year-old girl-but a 19-year-old woman. Footsteps came from behind me and I whipped around to see who was descending the stairs. I was brought face to face with my old roommate.
She smiled down at me, fangs glimmering in the light from the moon shining in through the window above us. Slowly her faced changed and before me was not Becky, but Lord Bathory. He laughed as his face transformed once again. Now, there was John, staring down at me with evil glistening in his eyes. Feared gripped me tight and I screamed.
My scream continued as I sat upright on the couch. I stopped when I realized it was a dream. Relief flooded my entire body and I laid my head back on the couch. My heart started to slow down a pace, when suddenly-
There was a pounding on the door. I froze.
I waited to her a voice, fearing the worse.
My heart melted when I heard Quincy's voice yell my name. He must have heard by scream from outside. Which made my heart relax more, as I realized he was protecting me all along.
I threw the quilt off me and jumped from the couch. I ran from the room and could barely stop myself from slamming into the door. With anxious hands, I unlocked the door and threw it open.
At the mere sight of him, it took everything inch of my self control to not jump it his strong, muscled arms.
"Mary, my love, are you alright?" He said hurriedly as I opened the door for him to come in. As soon I shut the door and turned to him, he took my face in his hands and scanned me to see if I was hurt.
"Oh Quincey, I'm so sorry! My horrid nightmare awoke me and I couldn't contain my scream. Can you ever forgive?" I said sincerely.
Relief came over his face and he smiled.
"Of course I can. Oh, Mary. You have no idea how scared I was for your safety." he said as he drew me near him and leaned his forehead against my own. His hands slipped from my face and slid down to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His sweet scent intoxicated me and drove me mad. I sighed happily.
"I've missed you so much." he said as he buried his head in my yellow waves of hair and inhaled the smell of me. I felt his body go tight as he brought his mouth to my neck and kissed my skin. I shivered from the kiss and brought my hand to his hair. I tugged on it slightly and he lifted his head from my hair. I moved my hand to his face as I looked deep into his dark eyes. The desire I felt for him was reflected equally and I leaned in and placed my lips an inch from his, waiting for him to close the distance. His lips collided with mine right away. At first just a small, sweet kiss, but I found myself deepening the kiss. I would be content to die right then and there.
As fast as it came, the faster it went. He suddenly pulled away from me, knowing that I made his hunger increase tenfold.
"I'm sorry." I said but not really meaning it.
"One day , Mary, we will be together without fear, and we will be able to embrace in every single way." he replied with his meaning fully known. "But until then, I must be on guard. I couldn't live with myself if I did something to you."
I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. I gave him a small smile to show him that I understood perfectly. I led him into the living room and he sat down in the chair across from me as I sat on the couch.
"Quincey, I've brought you in here to talk to you about something." I started.
He nodded to let me know to go on.
"I have received a letter from my father's younger brother up in Blackmore. He's just found out about my father's death and has asked me to come and stay with him for awhile. I would like very much to go Quincey, but I wanted to see if you thought it a good idea. I mean, with John and all.." I trailed off as I stared into his face.
The light from the fire illuminated his handsome face and I was momentarily mesmerized by him.
He contemplated a moment and then answered.
"I think you should go. I have found no evidence of him in Purfleet, and if by chance he does show up, it will catch him off guard by you not being here. I will stay here while you're gone. But you must promise to write me everyday while you're away?" he said with sadness in his eyes. It broke my heart to leave him, and I saw that it broke his as well.
"I promise." I said shakily. The tears welled in my eyes and I turned my face so he wouldn't see them. I felt his hand upon cheek and I looked up to see him standing before me, brown eyes glistening with tears of his own.
"I will miss you with my entire being, and will wait anxiously for your letters." he whispered. I leaned into his hand and kissed his palm. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his middle with my cheek upon his heart.
"I will love you forever, Mr. Harker." I whispered. He encircled me with his arms and held me to him for what felt like hours. Then he slowly let go and walked to the archway of the room. He turned back to me before walking out.
"Me as well, Miss Seward." he said. Then his tall frame disappeared into the hallway and I heard the opening and closing of the front door. I let the tears fall and turned back to the fire place. My heart has never ached so much for any other man.
As I write this, I am sitting in the carriage on my way to London. The morning sun shines in from the window and gives the small space some comfort. From London, I will take another carriage to Blackmore. I will now put my journal away, and start on my first letter to my dear Quincey.