Miriam

Curtain of black were inside the room

Shutting out the light, the light that always hurt his eyes

There was nothing bright in the entire mansion, no..no

Except for the candlelight...the light...and the fire that

burned real slow

Oh Miriam...why did you have to go and die?

Curtains of black were inside the room

Abigail was not alone, there was someone else in here too

"Come closer my dear" said the shadow in the

wheelchair

"Stand by the fireplace so I can better see your face"

Oh Miriam...why did you have to go and die?

The shadow could not believe the likeness in her face

It looked as if Miriam had come back from the grave

"I am Count De La Fey and you are"

"Abigail" she whispered and shirvered to the bone

"Can I.." he said "Can I call you Miriam?"

"Miriam or Abigail is fine

You can even call me Lucy for it is just a name"

He struggled out of the wheelchair

Since his fall many years ago

Now he could only walk by a cane, what a shame

"Don't move, stay where you are" and then he was ight

behind her

Touching her lon black hair, he was breathing much harder now

Then he grabbed her head

In pain she screamed as he

Yanked out a lock of that beautiful hair, oh dear, oh dear, oh

dear

He quickly struggled across the floor to another cabinet

Behind the glass doors it said: "To My Beloved Dear"

It was then he started to comapre, and she saw the other hair

In his twisted mind she was back but why?

"I must retire my dear in order to prepare

You should do the same, tomorrow an heir"