10 FORBIDDEN PASSION  

jasonabadboy4u 30M
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6/11/2006 3:43 am
10 FORBIDDEN PASSION

10 FORBIDDEN PASSION
She stole through the dark shadows of the night toward the clearing in the forest, She wrapped the cloak tighter around her to keep out the damp chill. There was the sound of a twig snapping behind her. Shuddering she pressed her body against a thick tree trunk and waited. The forest was quiet. The whole world seemed silent, waiting like she was. Her mind went fled back to the dangerous moments when she had crept out of her father's house. Now she began to run again to the place in the forest where she always met her lover. She wanted to arrive first tonight, to watch him ride up on his black horse, the two of them trembling with exhaustion. If all went well he would arrive there soon. The cold fingers of fear crept around her mind. She loved a highwayman, a robber who stole from the rich but was a gentle enough man to help those in need. But he also had a wild nature that shows in his dark eyes, that she so craved and adored. She feared that one night he would meet death instead of meeting her. She also feared her father who forbid her never to see her love again. She walked on, pushing through the underbrush and stepped into the clearing. The moonlight shone down through the opening space of the trees overhead. A horse snorted and her heart jumped, and she whirled around. A black horse stepped out into the clearing. Her love reached down and garbed her and pulled her onto the horse in front of him. He tenderly wrapped her in his sweet embrace. He told her he had great news. That night was his last as a highwayman. He told her that the next night he will take her away with him and maker her his wife. Far away from her father and his life. When she ran back to her father's house her happiness knew no bounds. Tomorrow night at midnight she would run back to the secret meeting place in the forest one last time, and run away to spend the rest of her life with her love, and to be together always. He rode off happy too. He had stolen enough gold for them to get married, and to live on for the rest of their lives. When the two young lovers had gone, a dark figure moved out of the shadows from a tree he been hiding in. Her father stepped out into the moonlight, his face twisted with hatred and anger. The next morning the minutes passed like hours for her. She went about her daily chores. All along the turmoil still burning inside her. Her father was a stern man always giving her orders one after another. During her breaks she gathered her few precious belongings she would take along, and put them in a bag, that she would take to her final journey to the forest. She wondered how long she could keep up the masquerade of a normal life in front of her father until night fall. But she did not have too. Her aunt came over. Her father told her to pack a bag and to leave town to live with her aunt. When she tried to protest she meet the harsh look in her father's eyes. Somehow he knew. She ran to her bedroom in tears, and did as she was told. She would go with her aunt. But she would find a way to escape. Even though it was far to the meeting place. Nothing will stop her from her love as she had promised. Her father told her to hurry he wanted her to leave before nightfall. To be safe from the dangers of the night. She avoided her father's face as she left with her aunt. She warned her not to try to run away, that she would get the sheriff after her. She kept her eyes shut to keep the tears from falling. Her father had thought of everything. If she did try to escape she thought what if the sheriff found her love? During dinner she kept her composure, all the while her mind was frantic, devising and then casting away and revising plans for escape. Finally at ten o'clock, her aunt led her to a bedroom. Her aunt told her in a firm voice to go to sleep but do not try to escape she warned, she would be sitting outside her door. She gently kissed her aunt on the cheek and shut the heavy bedroom door and locked it. First she went to the only window in the room and tried to open it but realized with despair how strong her prison was. The window was latched and long nails were pounded into the framed as to keep them permanently shut. Even if she could shatter the glass without her aunt hearing, the opening was too small for her body to crawl out of. Almost giving up all hope of being with her one true love. He would be waiting for her but she would not be there to be with him. she fell onto her bed and wept to a deep sleep. She awoke with a start. Frantically she looked around her room for a clock. She had cried herself to sleep and it was already midnight. The horrible dream rushed back to her. She had been dreaming about her love. He had called to her, a terrible scream had awakened her. She crept from the bed and slowly opened the door, the hallway was empty. Her aunt was nowhere to be seen. Knowing this was her only chance She quickly dressed. Threw a cloak around her, tied a warm woolen scarf around her neck, picked up her bag and left her room and the terrible house and started off to find her love to start there new life together. He would still be waiting for her she was sure of it. A short time later she was running through the night into the forest towards the clearing. Her face was streaked with tears and scratches by the time she had reached the clearing, she had been running wildly for nearly an hour. Her heart full of dread and fear. She couldn't forget the dream she had had. And the scream that still echoed in her mind. The moonlight shone down on the secret meeting place through a cloudless sky. She searched the shadows but no one was there. Her love has left her alone. Then there was a rustling in the underbrush of the forest. A black horse appeared and rode up to her. Her love sat in the saddle, his face a ghostly white in the moonlight. She reached out her arms to him and when he bent down to pull her onto the horse his grip was icy cold. She shrank away from him, suddenly afraid. "I'm sorry my love that I am late," she told him. She told him about her father finding out about them and what he did to keep them apart by sending her to her aunt's house to live. "You still came my love," he said. His voice low and weak. She asked him where they were going, wondering about the change in him. She looked into his eyes which were like black coals in his pale face. He told her he was going to take her to a safe place and to lean against him for the night air was so cold. She pulled off her soft woolen scarf and lovingly wrapped it around his neck. He gently kissed her on the top of her head and they rode on in silence. through the dark woods. She shut her eyes and leaned her head against her lover's chest. She could feel the warmth of her body slowly work its way into his heart. Suddenly the horse stooped. She slowly opened her eyes. And saw her aunt's house in front of them. She looked at him in confusion. "Good-bye my love," he told her. Helping her slip to the ground. Then he leaned down to kiss her. She shuddered when she felt his cold lips pressed upon hers. She reached out to touch his cheek, while staring into his deep eyes. She cried when he rode away into the blackness of the night. She awoke from a nightmare the next morning. It was the same scream from before, and again it was calling out her name. Her aunt walked into the room carrying a breakfast tray. She noticed the fearful look on her niece's face and asked what was wrong. My lover left me," she said. "But why did he do so"? "Then you know?" her aunt asked with downcast eyes. "I don't understand," she said, as fear welled up in her chest. "He is dead," "He was hang by the sheriff at midnight," her aunt told her. He will be buried this morning. "NO!", she gasped. "It's not true, I meet him last night in the forest." "It was after midnight but he still came for me." "He brought me back here on his horse." "No," "that was a dream child," he was dead at midnight," her aunt told her. She got up and hurriedly dressed. "That is a lie!", she said. "If he is dead, then where is his body?" "In the church crypt," her aunt answered. "But you mustn't go." She ran from the room and out the door of the house. The church was not far; she ran until her breath tore at her chest. She could not believe her aunt, after all she and her father were against her all along, trying to keep her away from her love. The priest was standing at the door of the church. "Was the body of a young man recently brought here?" she asked with dread. The priest's eyes were full of pity, and with a heavy heart he answered yes. She rushed past him and down the cellar stairs to the crypt of the church. There laying in an open wooden coffin was her lover. She walked slowly toward him. His face was ghostly white, as it had been the night before. His dark eyes were now closed forever. And around his neck was the soft, woolen scarf she had put there, to keep her love warm.


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