Unwanted

Rating T

Written by CheetoFlavoredLove

3.

I go with Lucas tonight to the ball. He has given me a pale sky blue dress, with thin layers of white lace that edged the sleeves and hemming of the dress. He takes me out to the gardens, which are void of anyone that could prove to be a distraction for me.

Lucas takes my hand and holds it as if we are a courting couple. "I have something for you." He whispers in my ear, my face holds no emotion for him, no real emotion that is. He wouldn't like what real emotion hide beneath my mask; the mask that he thinks is my face.

"Do you? What is it?" I force a smile and try to look anxious to him.

"Alright." He lets go off my hand for a moment and kneels on one knee. Now I throw off my mask that they see and show my shock.

"WH-what are you doing? Get up!" I whisper softly, trying not to draw attention to us.

"I told you I have something for you." He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a red leather ring case. "Will you marry me, Daisy?"

"I-I…" My mind fogs up, I can't form a sentence; I don't know what to say. I knew what I wanted to say but if I let those words pass my lips I would surely die a painful death, even for someone who was already dead.

"I…" I never finish my sentence because I see an arrow coming straight toward me from the tree line. It hits its target and I fall backward, hitting the ground hard, gasping for air that this corset doesn't provide. Things begin to fade dark; Lucas went to go get help. The last thing I see is the full moon in the sky, glowing a brilliant gold. A hunter's moon, they call it.

4.

I wake and find no pain in my chest what so ever, one good thing about being dead already, I suppose. I feel around me and find quickly that I am in a wooden coffin but the lid hasn't been nailed on because I can feel the rim. I open my eyes and see a man leaning his weight onto a shovel that's beneath him, looking up and the moon which now looks like it could be within arms grasp. There is a large pile of dirt next to him and there are dirt walls around me, my guess is that he was planning on burying something tonight, but it will not be me. He looks down at me and smiles.

He was young, but in these parts of the woods you can't go by how old they look, because looks can be deceiving. He has brown locks of hair that escapes his farmers' hat and ends at his firm chin, most is tied back, but still, some escapes. He wears a worn leather jacket and boots, his shirt is black, and his pants look as if they were made from some rough blue material.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" He asks, his accent, it's American.

"Yes," I stand up and jump out of the six foot deep grave. He didn't look at me strange because I did it in one leap, with the elegance and grace of a cat.

"You're lucky that I happen to have a great aim 'cuz if I didn't you'd be in an urn instead of a coffin, Miss Marie." He says as he starts filling the hole.

"No, I'm not Marie." I say softly.

"No?!" He yells in confusion. He looks terrified at his mistake. "Who are you then?" Again, he yells. I draw back, putting my hands over my face, like a child, as if disappearing from the world. When he no longer yells, I look through my fingers.

He is laughing quietly to himself. "What are you doing?" he chuckles.

"Hiding." Is my reply, I continue to keep my hands in front of my face until he takes my wrists and puts them by my side. I felt a shock when he touched me. He did too, I could tell by his eyes. His face was like mine, a mask; but behind the mask his eyes were staring at where he was shocked.

He looked back at me and the shields on his eyes slipped into place, I knew that look all to well. It was mine. "You are not Marie?" he asked in a normal voice as he began to fill the hole with dirt.

"I am not Marie." I echo.

"Then who are you?" He asks behind his mask, one of strength.

"My name is Daisy Katrine Commons but my Master makes me go by Wellington to prove who I belong to." I lower my head and curtsy. "And you are?"

"Someone who's in deep shit. Sorry." He apologizes for his language and continues to fill the hole.

Within 5 minutes the hole is nearly filled. He dusts off his hands and looks around the graveyard as if he has the feeling we're being watched. That prickly sensation you feel on the back of your neck, or just that unease you feel when you know that someone is watching you. I feel it now.

"Is something wrong?" I ask as I stand up from the patch of dirt I had been sitting on.

"Yeah, we need to go. The others will be back to finish this. Come on." He starts walking away and I follow like a lost puppy dog, or I guess I would be a lost bat, wouldn't I?

He takes us to a hard grey road where there are large, monstrous, things sitting in white-lined spaces. They stay put, as if lifeless. "They're called Cars. They're like, modern day carriages; I guess that's how you could put it." He says from one of the 'cars'. He has a door open and I peek inside; there are chairs inside, along with half a dozen other things that I might recognize separately put together I wouldn't have guessed. "C'mon! I don't have all night!" He barks as he closes his door and settles into the chair that was behind a wheel. I go to one of the other doors and sit quietly behind him. I stare at the floor and notice that I'm barefoot, not that I mind, I would rather have it that way.

Suddenly, very suddenly I might add, the 'car' roared and came to life. My first instinct is to get out and run as far away as I can, but I see him looking in a mirror back at me, so I remain still without saying a word, my mask stays put. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself as the car starts to move.

I look out the window and watch as a whole new world passes by in a blur. He remains as quiet and still as I, expect for the slight movements he gives to turn the grey wheel in front of him that keeps the car on the well paved road. Trees pass as dark figures in the dark that I can barely make out. Soon we leave the well paved road to a less level one.

The car sways from side to side as I hold my stomach and pray that it will contain its previous meal inside me. I was wrong, "Stop this thing. I'm going to be sick if you don't." I say softly, but he heard me because he stopped the car and let me out. Just as I made it to the tree line a spew of chunky brownish-red stuff comes from my mouth. It tasted as horrible as it did going in.

"Are you alright?" he asks as he leans out the window to look at me, his mask in place but his shields that cover his eyes are gone. He may look impatient but I can see that he is actually concerned with my welfare. I nod as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and step back into the metal monster. I ask myself his question over and over again in my head, Will I be alright?

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