Eve watched her sister Anne as she played with Rusty, her stinky wet mutt. She found it disgusting when Annabelle would let that creature lick her face. Who knows if the dog had any diseases? It was just insane! The dog was a gift from their parents who had had been killed two years ago in a robbery at their home. Anne had been only fifteen when it happened. Now she was seventeen and Eve had just turned twenty-two. The two of them did not look like sisters at all. Anne had hair dark as molasses, with sky blue eyes, and a height of five foot two and her figure was perfect. Eve had almost white hair with auburn eyes and a curvy body. Their attitudes were also complete opposites too; Anne had a soft friendly, almost shy look and everyone seemed to love her. But Eve on the other hand had a very sassy, arrogant behavior. They had a hard time getting along together most of the time.
“Rusty! Come here.” Anne sweetly told her dog.
The small hairy dog ran, and jumped on her, knocking her down. He started showering her with puppy kisses on her face.
“That is so disgusting!”
Eve exclaimed, then turned on her heal and walked back into the small ranch house.
Anne shouted at her sister.
Her only response was the slam of the front door. Anne giggled at her sister’s indignation, she sat down on the old broken down porch steps of their ranch house and tossed rocks for Rusty to catch. The day was coming to an end with just a few stars starting to sprinkle the sky. A cool breeze gently blew through the small valley and lifted her loose hair from the back of her neck. She loved wearing her hair down, but Eve always scolded her for it. Constantly telling her how it wasn’t lady like. What an old crow! Rusty dropped a rock on her shoe and looked up at her; anxiously awaiting another chance to play.
“You silly dog!”
Anne said patting him on his head. She threw the rock, and watched him take off in quick run.
“Its getting dark, you had better come in now,”
Eve said from the window.
“The wolves will be out soon.”
“OK!” Anne said, then she called to Rusty and they both walked into the warm house.
“Let’s go out for a ride Anne? It’s so stuffy in here.” Constance said.
“Ok, that actually sounds like a good idea, Connie.”
After saddling the horses, they rushed out of the stable.
The day was coming close to an end, the perfect time to ride. Anne and Eve always fought over riding in the dark. But this time Eve was working, so Anne had her chance to ride without pushing her sister aside to get out the door. A light drizzle of rain was starting as they rode through the field into the bushy areas.
Tree branches brushed against their legs, as they rode hard through the bushy enclosed trails. The crisp cool winds stung against Anne’s face, but she only rode harder. The content smile spread across both of the faces proved that they loved their intense ride.
“Hey Anna, look over there.”
Constance said pointing toward a lone rider, who was just sitting on his large black horse on a near hill, watching them through dominating shadowy brown eyes.
Anne looked over, and felt instantly awed by his unexpected appearance. He watched as they passed through the path, then he abruptly turned his horse and madly road away.
“Wow! Who was that?” Anne said watching him ride away.
“I have no idea. I have never seen him, before.” Constance said. “He gave me the creeps.”
Yeah. No kidding.” Anne said, but feeling the opposite.
He had made her heart skip a beat.
Riding back to the stables about an hour later, the lone rider was all Anne could think about. Who was he? The question rolled through her mind over and over. The night had completely swallowed them as they rode into the stable, and put the horses up.
“Where have you been?”
Eve angrily shouted as Annabelle and Constance walked in the door. She had her hands sitting on her hips and a scowl on her face.
“We were out riding.” Anne said nonchalantly.
“Yeah, and we saw a really scary looking man out there in the hills.” Constance said then was replied with a groan from Anne.
“What!” Eve frowned at Anne.
“A scary looking man? I don’t want you out riding again!”
“Thanks a lot Connie.” Anne said. “And you have no right telling me if I can or can’t ride! You’re not my mother!”
Constance and Eve were shocked that little shy Annle would get so mad! They both gasped then Constance grabbed Anne’s arm, and pulled her upstairs to her room.
“Anne, she was only concerned for your safety.”
Constance said with a little edge in her voice.
“I don’t care! I am not a damn child! And I am getting sick of being treated like one.” Anne said with her arms folded stubbornly across her belly.
“Well, I better get going. I’ll see you later, feisty women.” Constance said patting Anne on the shoulder.
They both quickly hugged each other, and Constance walked out the door.
Blake sat back in his chair in front of the warmth of the fireplace with his arms wrapped in the back of his head. It felt good to finally have returned home, he had been gone for nearly twenty years; but now he could return home and try to rebuild what was left of his shattered life. He had left not much more than a frightened young man but had returned a much older more controlled adult. He laughed as he recalled the fear he had felt in the girl he had seen earlier during his hunt. He had spent years keeping himself from becoming seriously involved with any woman, but tonight a mere child had caught his interest? It baffled him; but all the same, he would just simply not see her again if he could help it. She was still an innocent.
Shaking his head he stood up then looked out into the dark endless night. The longer he stayed on the earth, the more he longed to feel the companionship that he had watched his parents share. Just thinking of them still brought him that deep sense of loss in the pit of his stomach. He felt lost and would love to have a woman in his life. He had actually thought about giving into the damn curse just to feel a woman in his arms, but the picture above the fireplace had stopped him cold. His parents stared at him through the painted picture. Their death had only kept his hatred alive against Randolph. He had watched the warlock die, a most painful death all the while screaming for mercy and asking what he had done to deserve that kind of torture. He had acted like he didn’t even know who Blake was or why he had to die! He had acted the part so convincingly that Blake had almost doubted what he was doing. Then, all of a sudden the picture of his mother’s body bursting into ash threw him into such a rage that he ripped out the bastards’ throat and watched with a smile on his face until he died. Now in the year of 1752, he still searched for the ring. He had no idea where it was and now after seeing the dark haired angel, he felt rage deep within himself. He wanted the ring so badly at that moment when he had looked into her eyes. If he did meet her, he could be with her, but she could never be truly his. She would grow old, while he stayed young forever. He would watch her die, and he didn’t know if he could handle that. He had no idea how he could feel so connected with her, when he had never even met her before.