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Ian smiled happily. He wondered what this important question was, then he realized what it must be and turned the page quickly.
Journal
He… he asked if I would marry him…
He held out a ring to me.
He kissed my hand and knelt down before me and he begged me to be his forever and all time.
I had not the faintest thought running through my head.
No cunning words came to my tongue.
All that could be said was in the kiss I gave as I knelt down with him and threw my arms around his neck. I kissed him so hard his lips were a dark red when we pulled away.
He put the ring onto my finger and I asked him what he would do about Elizabeth. He informed me that he had already told her of his plans and ordered her to leave, and she had done as such willingly.
Oh, gods. He is my god and I am his eternal servant, no matter how much he denies it. I love him and I hope that he will enjoy the rest of eternity with me, for I do not plan on ever releasing his soul from my grasp ever again.
I had to quickly come back here to retrieve the cloak I had forgotten. Silly me. I could not resist the urge to write everything down that has happened so far. Soon I will move you to James’ room and hide you under my new bed and I will write more of our heated lovemaking and…
…
Charles knocks on my door. He demands to speak with me and I can not escape him. Even now… bound to my love by this ring I can still not escape this bastard.
I do not care how much James cares for this man! He must leave this house and upon marrying James, I will convince him of just that!
For now, I must put you under this mattress for the last time and go to my door.
Farewell.
Ian turned to the next page happily, but there was nothing there. No writing on the next page. He ran through the next twenty pages quickly, but there was nothing written on any of them or the last few pages. His journal just stopped.
“What the hell?” Ian demanded grumpily. “What happened? Why did he just stop writing? You would think he would explain himself like he has before! He always explained why he stopped writing before, then he picked up. He didn’t even give a good explanation or even a few words saying, ‘I’ll stop writing now’, or something!” He spoke to himself furiously.
It infuriated him, but he quickly realized as he tried to become angry that he was exhausted.
He closed the book with a snap and tossed it onto the coffee table. He grabbed his cocoa mug and juice cup and brought them to the kitchen. He quickly, washed the cups and set them in the strainer before he headed off to his room for some sleep.
There was school in the morning. Damn it all. School.
He set his alarm clock and fell into bed. His eyes closed and he was in sleep land within moments. He hadn’t realized how tired he was until he closed his eyes. Wasn’t that the way it always was?
James was covering him with kisses, and roaming over his body with his curious hands and powerful mouth.
“Oh, James!” He called out passionately after their lovemaking was through. “This feels so familiar. As if a past life being relived. Do you believe we will be together always?” He asked, somewhat sadly.
James moved over him, so his piercing blue eyes could connect with his own with an unbelievable love behind them. “Were you to ever die, I would kill myself to join you so that we could pass into our next lives together.” He vowed sternly.
“No.” He told him firmly, hardening his own gaze. “I would never kill myself and you should never either, for any reason.”
“What would you have me do, my love?” James asked more patiently with worry tinting his voice.
“I would have you carry on and find love again.” He replied.
“No. I could never love another, never as much as I love you, darling.” James kissed his collarbone tenderly, then his jaw, and finally his mouth, with bruising force.
“What would you then do if I died from an illness of some sort, or if I were struck by a carriage?”
“I would wait for you. I would wait for you to be reborn again in another body.” James whispered into his ear as he nipped lovingly at it.
“You would be at least more than twice my age by the time I would be ready for love.” He gasped as James nipped at the tender skin of his neck and kissed it soothingly.
“I would find a way to live and persevere through the ages so that I am young and handsome for when next you come knocking at my door. I would find a way to right the wrong that was done me, for surely if you were to die and not be in old age it would be a wrong done unto me.”
“I love you, James.”
“I love you, Erin.”
…
His alarm clock rang feverishly beside him and he swatted at the button and it turned off with a painful crack.
“My gods!” He gasped. “I understand it all now!” He paused as the pieces fit together. “My James is the James from Erin’s book. He is the James from the past and he has been searching for me for some one hundred years!” He began talking out the situation to himself. “He found a way to become immortal so that his true love would be able to come back to him in another body and he would still be young in appearance for that time. He has been waiting… for me. I am Erin’s soul reincarnated. Erin must have died not soon after that moment in his journal. James was wronged. He had lost Erin too early and he wanted him back! I wonder what happened. Why did Erin die so suddenly? Why are all the servants in the house the same… wait! All the servants still look… the Charles from the past is the same bastard we met at the manor! Yes, James said Charles had been with him since he was a child. Everything makes sense now! Elizabeth disappeared the night of the ball because James had told her off, but it wasn’t Elizabeth James was mourning, it was Erin –er, me! From the story Lulu told me in the diner! Erin must have died that night or he wouldn’t have been mourning… me.” That didn’t sound quite right, so he decided to refer to Erin as Erin. “By the gods!” He paused with an astonished look crossing his face as he took in everything he had just spoken. “That’s why James wanted me to read that book before doing anything. He wanted me to understand our love. He knew I was still tentative about loving another so he was careful and gentle with me!” He paused as more thoughts put themselves together.
His eyes darted back and forth as a thousand different clues fit together. This was a wonderful mystery that was nearly solved. It just had a few gaping holes in it that James could fill in later. Like how Erin died, how they all became immortal, and how he’d known that Ian was Erin reincarnation.
He had to tell someone, but who would believe such a farfetched story?
His grandmother!
Of course!
Screw going to school today. This was far more important than some stupid classes. He had average grades anyway; he’d be fine.
He dressed quickly in fresh slacks and a T-shirt, then rushed to his grandmother’s room and knocked gently on the door. He didn’t want to startle her too badly. Her heart wasn’t what it used to be, after all.
He smiled. She liked to make fun of herself in old age. Talking about what an old coot she was. She insulted herself and Ian would laugh along with her, then deny it and exclaim that she was still the most gorgeous woman in his life. And next to Paige, that was entirely true.
Cracking the door open a bit he peeked into the still darkened room. The curtains were closed and he could barely see, but there was a funny scent in the air. He scowled as he entered the room and didn’t hear her snoring any longer.
He tried the light, but it didn’t work. He walked to the curtains and threw them open, still scowling. He could see the rain now and hear the thunder from the storm that had barely just let up long enough for him to get home, and now raged outside. He hadn’t even heard it in all of his excitement. It must have knocked out the power, but his alarm clock had continued on because of its battery backup his grandmother had insisted he use so he would never miss school. She was such a smart woman.
Ian turned toward the bed and saw a lump of blankets covering a very small pale woman. Her head was rolled to the side to face him and her eyes were closed peacefully. There was a tender smile over her dried lips and he smiled a little as he opened the window to air out the room.
It must just be ‘old-people smell’.
This was not old-people smell though. It was different.
“What on earth…?”
