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Love, Murder, Mystery

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The year was 1864 I believe, in England. The exact location, I do not know. Two lovers, torn apart by hatred and jealousy, resulting in a man's death. Years pass and the spirit of that man still lingers, replaying the events at that precise time. This story of murder and haunting, is only told through my lips and my lips alone.


           It had just rained earlier, the cobblestone streets drenched, puddles of water everywhere. Dark clouds lingered heavily overhead, swollen. I watched my step as I crossed the street in my green Victorian gown. Horse-pulled trolleys were everywhere, there was a party somewhere I suppose. It's November, and the winds are devils. I crossed the street and was once again on the street next to the red bricked building where my lover had died being shot. The building was on fire, I remember. I shook my head, to shake away the thoughts. The building was black from the fire years ago. There's a man next to the building. Mr. Adams, I know him well.

"Hello Mary. It's nice to see you again," greeted Mr. Adams.

            Mr. Adams was there when the unfortunate event occurred, he was investigating the crime and has been a great friend to me ever since. He called me here, I don't quite know why.

"Hello Mr. Adams. It's nice to see you also. How's Mrs. Adams? And the children?"

"Oh they're fine, happier than ever. But Mary I haven't called you here for conversation and tea. You remember what happened here that night with Cain and James don't you?"

"Yes.."

             How could I forget? Years have past and it still seems like yesterday haunting me ever so deeply like a dark shadow looming over my figure, suffocating despair. The day was much like today, it was raining. Cain was here waiting for me. Oh how handsome he was. He was soaking wet but still beautiful. I remember his features perfectly. He was pale almost white, skin so soft, his blue-green eyes were always so loving. His short black hair would always be brush back but there were always strands rebelling and falling casually over his face, as if it was like that on purpose. His voice was soft and velvet like, he could calm a crying child just by speaking one word to them. I loved him and still do, wishing he was still here besides me, but no. He's gone.
             That day and time was the last time I saw him alive. We were never supposed to be together. He wasn't in my class. He was of a higher class than I, practically royalty, but I remember the days where he'd call me a 'Queen', I always would disagree, but he'd always just reply to me, looking into my eyes deeply, saying 'You are my Queen, and always will be, my lovely Queen.' I remember those words spoken to me as if he were talking to me as of right now. I resist from crying.
              He was wearing a suit, he always did, being royalty and all. I was on the street opposite when I spotted him. Instantly I ran to him. He was soaked wet to the bone! When I was close enough to him I jumped into his arms, placing my head on his chest. It was so cold, but at that moment, I couldn't feel the cold. It felt warm. I closed my eyes breathing in a sigh of relief.

"Mary, you must be careful next time. You could have fallen and have gotten hurt running like that," he chuckled, like he always did.

'I've noticed that many men of royalty don't really laugh but chuckle, why is that?' I wondered, but brushed that aside to ask him later.

"Oh Cain, you worry too much. I can take care of myself you know," I giggled.

"Yes, I know, but if anything were to happen to you.."

"Nothing would happen to me. I promise."

"But still, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. You're my Queen after all," he said smirking a bit.

"How many times do I have to remind you that I am no queen?"

"Oh, but my Darling Mary, you are MY Queen."

He then held my hand in his, placing a ring in my hand, "Would you be my queen, Mary?"

I looked at the ring, shocked.

"Cain..?"

"Yes, my love?"

"You mean it?" I questioned still shocked.

"Of course I mean it. I love you Mary. Without you, I don't deserve to live another day in this world."

"But what will your father say? You know he'd never accept me, being a commoner and all."

"I don't care what he thinks, all I want is to be with you. If he doesn't accept you then I'll leave my family. He can always re-marry. So what do you say, Mary?"

"Yes, Cain. I'll be you're queen," I said, biting my bottom lip as he slipped the ring over my finger. I smiled as tears slid down my cheeks.

"Is something wrong, my love?" he asked, concerned, and placing his hands on my cheeks to wipe the tears away with his thumbs.

"No. It can't be anymore perfect," I said smiling up at him while I wiped my tears away with my sleeve.

"I'm glad," he said as he placed a loving kiss on my forehead and then on my lips.

I closed my eyes, hoping it wasn't a dream.

"Mary sweetheart, you shouldn't be out here any longer, you'll catch a cold, and I don't want anything to happen to you. You should go home, I'll bring you home okay?" he said. His voice soft and sweet.

"Oh that's right, it's raining! I almost forgot!" I said dumbfounded, giggling.

Cain chuckled.

"I'll bring you home, I've got a carriage," he replied smiling a bit.

"Oh, no. I can walk. And I've also, also got a few errands to run," I smiled assuredly.

"Okay then. Be careful now," he said kissing my forehead once more.

"I will," I said as I started to walk away, our hands entwining one last time.

            The second I stepped onto the other side of the street, I knew something was wrong. I had a feeling in my gut that something terrible was going to happen, I looked back and sighed when I saw him on the other side of the cobblestone street, still watching me to make sure I was alright. I smiled and waved at him, blowing him a kiss. He waved back and I could see him chuckling. I brushed the awful feeling aside thinking everything was going to be alright, not knowing that that would be the last time I'd see him alive. I regret leaving him, now. I blame myself for his death. To think if he had brought me home, perhaps none of this would've happened. Maybe he'd still be alive, today.

            I was doing an errand for my mother that night, when I saw the flames and the police at the same spot I had last met with Cain. I had that awful feeling again, a twisting of my insides, making me light-headed. I dropped my bags of groceries, tears swelling up in my eyes.

'No. It can't be... Don't let it be true! Please!' I thought.

            I pushed my way through the crowd. And when I got to the front, I froze. There he was. My love, my partner, the man that was my life and soul. There he was. His black hair a mess over his face, his eyes closed. I collapsed next to him crying.

"Miss. Miss, you can't be here," said a police man.

"Leave her be, she's his fiancé. They were supposed to get married," said an unknown voice.

I looked up.

"You knew?" I said trying to hold back sobs.

"He told me just before he died, said that he needed to be with his 'Queen Mary' and that you two were supposed to get married. He said he was sorry, that this happened, and that he tried to stop James."

            Everything past that was just a blur. I remember crying and holding his cold body for hours. He looked like he was just sleeping. He was shot near the heart, died from blood loss. There was nothing they could do, the police said. By the end, when the police finally got me off of his body, I was drenched in his blood, still sobbing, and soaking wet with water, tears, blood, and mud on my clothing. I still have the dress, and the ring, I can never let them go.

"Mary? Mary? Are you all right?"

"Oh. Hmm?" I replied when Mr. Adams voice brought me back from deep memories.

"Mary are you all right?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Adams. I am sorry to have startled you, I was just remembering."

"Here let us sit and speak about the case of Cain and James."

It's been what? 10? 12? No. 17 years since the accident? It seems like yesterday that I saw you at this very spot. Oh how I miss that face of yours. I cried so much that my mother feared that I'd die from crying so much. You are still everything to me. I loved you then and I love you now my dear Cain.

"Mary, it was found that James killed Cain. Evidence has shown that a while after you had left, James was angry and drunk. It appears that he was jealous of Cain, and that he loved you too. It was written in a letter. Founded shortly after his suicide."

            Mr. Adams showed me the letter, saying everything. It was all there. The truth that I was looking for. I thought I would be sad, or angry, or shocked, when I would hear of the person that had murdered my beloved, but I was not.
            I remember, shortly after the death of Cain, James came by to apologize for the death of Cain. Now that I think of it, I don't know whether he was apologizing for killing him or because I was upset over his death, or maybe both. I don't know.
            I then gave the paper back to Mr. Adams and thanked him for telling me and being there for me through it all. Mr. Adams then bid a farewell and left, asking me whether I wanted to be accompanied, but I had to decline the offer.
            Afterwards, I just sat there as it started to rain like it did on that last day I saw him. I looked up at the sky and started to cry. Not because of the sadness, or because of guilt, but because of the relief I felt after knowing the truth.
            Then a sudden feeling of calmness and the sense of being tired over whelmed me. So I closed my eyes. Hearing the rain fall steadily against me and the surrounding fixtures. I dream.

            I saw myself through Cain's eyes. I was across the street. In my mind I was screaming to go after her. But Cain didn't. I saw James. He was obviously drunk and reeked of liquor. Then I wasn't looking through Cains eyes anymore but was just floating and watching the scene below me.
            Cain tried to calm James down. James was angry. I couldn't hear their voices. Why? James was yelling, anyone could tell, and that's when he smashed his bottle against the floor trying to hit Cain. Cain was still trying to calm him down, when James pulled out the gun and tried to shoot Cain. He shot the floor where the alcohol was and the floor lit up in flames. The building was also catching on fire. Cain was yelling now. It seems like he was trying to tell James to stop. James just yelled back. Then Cain grabbed him and shook him. Then there it was. The shot. Loud and clear. I heard it like the sound of thunder.
            My body jerked at the sound. I woke up, shaking. Not because of the cold, but because of what I just witnessed. I got up trying to walk. Rain was getting in my eyes, mixing with tears. I ran and ran and ran. The wind and rain slapping against my face. My feet brought home, and I took out the dress I wore the night Cain died. I also put on the ring. I started sobbing uncontrollably again. Trying to stop. I didn't want my mother or father to see me like this. Not again. Not after everything they went through because of it. The social distrust and isolation, and the many attempts to arrange a marriage for me, were all shot down. How could I love another man, when the only man I ever loved and ever will love has gone?
            I then grabbed my cloak and slipped out of the house running to anywhere. I didn't know where I was going nor did I care. I just have to get away. Somewhere. Anywhere. The tears just kept flowing like the never-ending ocean, just like before.
            Then I stopped running. I stopped and leaned against a building. Looking up, I realized that it was the very building that I came to meet with Mr. Adams and where I lost my beloved. I walked on, unsteadily. It was dark. The lamps are so dim tonight. So many people are walking the streets. As I am wiping tears off my face still, I bump into someone and crash down. I hit my head pretty hard. The rain hits my face. I feel pain, lots of pain on my head. I touch the spot and look at my hand.

'Blood.'

            As the warm red liquid flowed through my hair drenching me along with the rain, and as it mixes with Cain's blood from 17 years ago, I close my eyes. Listening to the people walking. To the sounds of puddles being stepped in and the rain hitting different surfaces. Then finally the clock tower.

'Midnight. Now what day is it now? November 13. It's a Friday. That's the day Cain died. I remember'

            My brows furrowed with the last of the energy that I had. In my mind I heard Cain. He was whispering to me.

"I've been waiting for you my Queen Mary. My lovely Queen."

With that I felt my body's last breath slip away from me as I never awoke to the world I knew again.

"In this narrow bed I shall sleep eternal, along with you my love. Forever yours."


These events of these lovers and their unfortunate deaths have been replayed for hundreds of years. Many that live in the area where their deaths occured, know the story of those two lovers and have witnessed the replay of those events. Such a tragic tale for a couple who truly loved each other.
I had originally written this in two parts:

Love, Murder, and Mystery
by *DEATHS-MESS, Jul 7, 2009, 4:49:46 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense

&

Love, Murder, and Mystery II
by *DEATHS-MESS, Jul 20, 2009, 3:17:30 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense

But then I decided to make it into one, so here it is with its corrections and whatnot.
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I still love this tale so much. It brings back memories of a dark past and a bittersweet love.
Here's to you my love, may you rest in peace where ever your body should lie, and where ever your soul should rest in this vast expanse. Let the days be bright and merry and let no sorrow drown your heart. For the love inside me still lives on for you, enough for the both of us. So even though your heart has stopped beating and neither blood nor senses flow let that soul with no vessel know that in my heart does this love still grow.

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Please DO NOT take this story and pass it off as your own. This is my original work.
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