Heathcliff bore Dydra's body across his back, her limbs hanging limp, taking her to a white mare. Dydra kept her play with her eyes shut and ears keen. Her heart pounced against her chest, with her mind screaming at her to not break character.
Heathcliff carefully positioned her limp frame atop the horse. Dydra secretly beamed with joy.
Heathcliff left for the carriage. Dydra's eyelid trembled and lifted, revealing a single eye, scanning her surroundings. The two masked men where busy with task, Heathcliff in the carriage, while George was dragging Leonard's motionless body into the thick forest. Once she confirmed she was unobserved, she straighten her posture, seized the horse's reins, jerking it sharply, provoking a spirited neigh, pulling the gaze of the masked men. The mount leapt forward, it's hooves beating the earth like war drums.
George was the first to react, abandoning his task, he spoke sharply to his partner, who had rushed out after hearing the disturbance.
"I'll go after her, you finish here." Without delay, he swung himself onto a black horse, charging after Dydra.
Dydra caught sight of the black mare from behind, pressing her horse to quicken it's pace. She took a quick glace back, taking notice of the steed gaining speed on hers. She nervously looked around —the road was long and narrow, surrounded with bushes and thick forest.
"We'll use what we have to our advantage," she murmured, maneuvering the horse toward the forest's edge.
George observed this, cursing softly. "Son of a b*tch."
Hard on her tail, George galloped hard in pursuit. Dydra rode deeper into the forest, without a clear path, with George persistent. Her eyes darting around, trying to find somewhere she could hide or go that she'll be able to loose him. The corner of her eyes caught a cave concealed by the rushing waters, she steered her horse toward it. When she was close enough, she swiftly dismounted, urging the horse into the cavern. They crept in without a sound. The cave was pitch-black, water dripping and echoing against the stone walls. She hid among the darkness, gently stroking the mare.
The dense trees obstructed George's view, he eased the horse to a slower pace, listening intently for the sound of horse's hooves, but there was nothing.
His lips twitched in utter annoyance and he cursed loudly. "Son of a b*tch!" His voice echoing through the forest trees, causing birds to flee. He stared up to the sky, noticing it was getting dark, he reluctantly turned the hose, heading back.
Dydra stayed in the cave without making any sounds for minutes. She couldn't risk it, unsure whether he was still tracing her , or he wasn't. Her eyes scanned the cave, adjusting to the darkness. She caught sight of small, glowing beings along the cavern sides.
With her hands still stroking the temple of the horse, she took a step deep into the cave, making sure she was as quiet as possible.
The horse's whinny drew her gaze, and she embrace it, guiding it further into the cave. She spotted a boulder and lowered herself onto it. The horse followed closely, nuzzling against her, resting it's head on her thighs. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to it's forehead.
"You trust easily. Don't you, girl?" She breathed softly. Scratching it's neck, she continued, "Do you have a name?" She asked with a small smile on her lips. The mare neigh, and she took it as a response. "No? Let's give you a name, then. You're quite the runner." She praised, with her fingers stroking her temple. "How about, Sprinter? Do you like that, girl?" The horse tossed it's head, sneezing lightly.
"Oh, you don't like that?" She questioned in deep thought. Then it clicked. "How about, Speed? Let's call you Speed." The steed made no sound, and she took it as a yes.
Daylight faded slowly as the pale moon rose in opposition, casting a chilling gloom inside the cave.
"Oh," a sigh escape Dydra's lips as she rubbed her bare shoulders, trying to warm herself up. She couldn't risk going out to search for dry wood. What if the masked man was still out there searching for her? Only the heavens know what he would do to her.
Tears slowly crept, as she recalled the vampire from before. What would he have done if the masked men hadn't interrupted? Would he have raped her? Her fingers reached for her neck, brushing pass the bite mark. She felt disgusted, irritated! She could still feel his eyes lustfully sizing her body. Her hugged herself, light sobs escaping her lips.
Her stomach ached loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls, hunger gnawed at her.
Why did I have a small breakfast? She lamented inwardly.
The thought of breakfast reminded her of the Thelmond mansion. A wave of sadness washed over her. She missed her foam, and her room. Though it was small, and wasn't decorated with fancy items, it was still hers. It was warm and cozy. Her fingers went to her hair, trying to smoothen it, but it only grew worse. Only Agatha knew how to treat her hair. Her sobs grew.
Agatha! She screamed in her head. The woman who treated her like her own daughter. Her fingers reached for her neck, touching the golden locket. She bit her lips, the thought of Agatha, brought Mr. Thelmond into her mind.
So he was a vampire? She thought, with memories of what he said to her in the forest flooding back.
'Your kind need to die. Creatures like you needs to return to the pit of hell you came from.'
What does he mean by 'creatures like her.' What was she that he hated so much? Having being raised by her grandma, who was filled with positivity, such harsh words felt like salt being poured on an open wound, it stings.
Then something clicked. How did she get to the carriage? The last thing she remembered was his(Jerry) palm wrapped around her neck. She recalled loosing her consciousness. So what happened after? How did she get the Leonard's carriage? What happened to Jerry? Did Leonard.....kill him?