Other Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets of the Rich and Powerful ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Love101 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.12.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 936 | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.12.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 936 | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
"Before I tell you anything," I said in a rush, "I want you to know that you came highly recommended,
and that the body I'm about to show you has not been touched or seen by anyone before your men "
Anita began to open her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. I could tell already she was a woman
who didn't like to be interrupted, but I had little time before the old man with the weak heart came
back.
"That's my husband in there," I began, pointing in the direction of the dining room. I had to swallow
another choking sob before I could continue. I knew I had only a little composure left before I had a
meltdown, and I wanted to get as much out as I possibly could "I don't know what did it, but I know it
wasn't human "
"How can you be so sure?" she asked I could tell she was a little miffed about being called out here
without anyone surveying the body before her coming here; she seemed to strike me as that type of
person.
"My husband told me so," I said in a rushed whisper "We had just gotten home from dinner, and he had
just sent everyone home for the night, when someone knocked on our door " I nodded to the double
French doors of which she stood in front "He told me to go up to the attic, grab one of his hunting rifles,
and to stay up there until he came for me " I had to take a second to swallow another sob It was getting
harder to hold myself back by the second My voice was already starting to crack "I did as he told What
I heard from beyond the door to the attic was the window crashing and my husband shouting, then " I
couldn't finish Replaying in my mind what I had heard wasn't going to come out easy "He started
gurgling "
Anita looked towards the dining room, to our left, and no doubt noticed the blood splatters on the
curtains that covered the pair of redwood French doors I wasn't going to allow myself to look in that
room at the horror of my husband's body once more
"Was there any sound of struggling?" she asked, looking back at me.
I shook my head "Just him gurgling and then silence I waited about five minutes, but nothing else
sounded I came down here as quickly as I possibly could, and I saw what was left of him "
I saw her swallow something back, and that pushed me over the edge. The tears came first, and then my
hands began shaking
lmost immediately I started hyperventilating I hadn't had much time to begin
grieving the loss of my husband, and everything was coming out in crashing waves of emotion.
It was at this moment Landen came back carrying a tray of an elaborate coffee pot, complete with two
cups. He set the tray down on the mini bookcase we kept in the front hall, hurriedly and yet so gracefully
to not spill the scalding liquid, and led me to the parlor across the hall from the dining room. It was
there I fell onto the only sofa in the room, and cried I cried until I couldn't cry any longer Landen had
left me to my grief, most likely to allow Anita to see what lay beyond the dining room doors. I had
already forbidden him to see what was in that room and I trusted him enough to obey me under even
the direst of circumstances.
The image of seeing nothing but human bits and blood in such a small space had made me sick when I
first saw it. His head was placed on the crystal candelabra he had bought for Christmas last year, which
was placed in the middle of our fairly small dining table It only seated four people, since we weren't the
kind of couple to hold extravagant parties. His head was really the only distinguished part of him left
intact, his eyes wide in terror, and his mouth open so big it was if his jaw was broken so he could get out
whatever it was he trying to shout, or gurgle; everything else was torn to bits and thrown in such a way
that whatever did it had a hay day of throwing my husband's body bits in celebration Nothing in the
room was left untouched of blood, and the smell was so strong, it could've choked a cow How Ms
Blake didn't notice it was beyond me I had gotten used to the smell, and Landen couldn't smell
It was in the final moments of my hysteria did I remember something someone said from my childhood.
"The monsters are out there, and I'm going to kill them all You may not believe me, but one day you
will. When that day comes, I won't be around to save you no matter how loud you cry for me "
I shook my head, my face buried in the expensive satin fabric of the sofa. I could vaguely hear myself
repeating, "I'm sorry " To whom, I wasn't sure, but it was there, and no one could hear me.
and that the body I'm about to show you has not been touched or seen by anyone before your men "
Anita began to open her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. I could tell already she was a woman
who didn't like to be interrupted, but I had little time before the old man with the weak heart came
back.
"That's my husband in there," I began, pointing in the direction of the dining room. I had to swallow
another choking sob before I could continue. I knew I had only a little composure left before I had a
meltdown, and I wanted to get as much out as I possibly could "I don't know what did it, but I know it
wasn't human "
"How can you be so sure?" she asked I could tell she was a little miffed about being called out here
without anyone surveying the body before her coming here; she seemed to strike me as that type of
person.
"My husband told me so," I said in a rushed whisper "We had just gotten home from dinner, and he had
just sent everyone home for the night, when someone knocked on our door " I nodded to the double
French doors of which she stood in front "He told me to go up to the attic, grab one of his hunting rifles,
and to stay up there until he came for me " I had to take a second to swallow another sob It was getting
harder to hold myself back by the second My voice was already starting to crack "I did as he told What
I heard from beyond the door to the attic was the window crashing and my husband shouting, then " I
couldn't finish Replaying in my mind what I had heard wasn't going to come out easy "He started
gurgling "
Anita looked towards the dining room, to our left, and no doubt noticed the blood splatters on the
curtains that covered the pair of redwood French doors I wasn't going to allow myself to look in that
room at the horror of my husband's body once more
"Was there any sound of struggling?" she asked, looking back at me.
I shook my head "Just him gurgling and then silence I waited about five minutes, but nothing else
sounded I came down here as quickly as I possibly could, and I saw what was left of him "
I saw her swallow something back, and that pushed me over the edge. The tears came first, and then my
hands began shaking
lmost immediately I started hyperventilating I hadn't had much time to begin
grieving the loss of my husband, and everything was coming out in crashing waves of emotion.
It was at this moment Landen came back carrying a tray of an elaborate coffee pot, complete with two
cups. He set the tray down on the mini bookcase we kept in the front hall, hurriedly and yet so gracefully
to not spill the scalding liquid, and led me to the parlor across the hall from the dining room. It was
there I fell onto the only sofa in the room, and cried I cried until I couldn't cry any longer Landen had
left me to my grief, most likely to allow Anita to see what lay beyond the dining room doors. I had
already forbidden him to see what was in that room and I trusted him enough to obey me under even
the direst of circumstances.
The image of seeing nothing but human bits and blood in such a small space had made me sick when I
first saw it. His head was placed on the crystal candelabra he had bought for Christmas last year, which
was placed in the middle of our fairly small dining table It only seated four people, since we weren't the
kind of couple to hold extravagant parties. His head was really the only distinguished part of him left
intact, his eyes wide in terror, and his mouth open so big it was if his jaw was broken so he could get out
whatever it was he trying to shout, or gurgle; everything else was torn to bits and thrown in such a way
that whatever did it had a hay day of throwing my husband's body bits in celebration Nothing in the
room was left untouched of blood, and the smell was so strong, it could've choked a cow How Ms
Blake didn't notice it was beyond me I had gotten used to the smell, and Landen couldn't smell
It was in the final moments of my hysteria did I remember something someone said from my childhood.
"The monsters are out there, and I'm going to kill them all You may not believe me, but one day you
will. When that day comes, I won't be around to save you no matter how loud you cry for me "
I shook my head, my face buried in the expensive satin fabric of the sofa. I could vaguely hear myself
repeating, "I'm sorry " To whom, I wasn't sure, but it was there, and no one could hear me.