In the Horseman's Den

            “A head for a head.”

            The Horseman leapt on Daredevil with a relish he hadn’t felt in days. One head, a simple
death and he would be free of the Black Witch. He found it particularly amusing that he wouldn’t
have to fond a way to get his revenge on her, she had taken care of that herself. Seriously, what
did she think that puritanical society would do when a woman who was supposed to be dead
came back to claim her inheritance? She’d be burned at the stake! Ha Ha Ha.

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            Katrina ran as fast as she could, the bushes tore at her skirts, the trees grabbed at her hair,
and roots tangled themselves around her ankles. She was running from death incarnate. He was a
fearsome sight, a large figure perched on a ferocious warhorse, the area above his shoulders
completely empty. The Headless Horseman. An unkillable demon. Her pitiful magic couldn’t
save her from the power of this creature. Nothing could. With a single swipe of his axe her head
was severed. His duty fulfilled, the Horseman was finally free. Now, to enjoy his new found
eyesight and check up on his prisoner.

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            Why hadn’t anyone told him his prisoner was such a beautiful young man? Ok,
admittedly no one knew he was here, but still, it’s not every day you see someone as lovely as the
boy was. Dark hair falling into his face, delicate cheekbones, and a full lush mouth. Looking
absolutely delicious hanging from his chains. Suddenly the Horseman wanted to see his. Time to
wake up his lovely captive. The Horseman reached out and caressed the young man’s face.
Thick, dark lashes fluttered, then slowly opened to reveal solemn, dark eyes. His mouth opened
and he gasped in shock, “You-You got your head back.”

            “Yes.” He answered carefully, he had to work on his English.

            “Who-Who had it?”

            “The Black Witch. I know not her other name.”

            “Oh, well, I’m glad you have it back, could you----set me free now?”

            “Perhaps.”

            “P-Perhaps?”

            “Perhaps I wish your company.”

            “Sir I must demand that you—”

            Ichabod never got to finish his demand, for the Horseman chose to silence him with a
kiss. And there was nothing careful or polite about this kiss. It was harsh, brutal, passionate,
bruising. And too arousing for words. Growling the Horseman pushed the young man against the
wall of the Tree. Fruitlessly Ichabod struggled, but he was no match for the Horseman’s strength.

The Horseman held the slender body of his prisoner against him while delving into the sweet
cavern of his mouth.

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Darkdancer: Ok, we get to the actual action in the next part. I just wanted their first kiss to have
it’s own chapter.

Jack: Sure, ye’re jus’ to lazy to write it right now

Darkdancer: Am not! *does double take* what are you doing here? Where’s Ichabod?

Jack: Sulking, we din’t want ye to be all on ye’re lonesome so I came to help finish things up.

Darkdancer: *sigh* Oh well, he’ll get over it eventually.

Jack: Ye’re the author, why don’t ye jus’ make ‘im over it?

Darkdancer: Cause that would be blatantly OCC and I hate that, even when the character’s being
a muse.

Jack: Whatever, so are ye goin’ to get to the good stuff finally in the next chapter

Darkdancer: Good things are worth waiting for

Jack: *snort*

Darkdancer: Besides I already said I would be getting to the lemony parts in the next chapter