Hey everyone,

Ok so you know I've put this on my website. My Webpage
Thought it maybe easier for you to read. In this form, but it's up to you. Anyways....

Welcome to me story "The Twists of Fate" formally known as "When history Repeats" Please make yourselves comfortable and I hope you enjoy the ride. Remember to strap yourselves in, and the exits are located here *points* here *points* in opposite direction and here. Before we start this ride I have to go through the legal stuff. Le sigh.

First of all I don't know any of the actors that I have used in this fic. What I've written is a fictional presentation of them that may mirror real life I would not know, as I have said I have never met them. What is written was not meant to offend in any way shape or form.

The writing character and situations are mine. I have quoted from some books and songs. When I have done this I will clearly put the real author. So if it not clearly labelled as someone else's work it will be mine and please don't plagiarise, I hope that is the right word don't steal anyway.

The rating for this story at the moment is R for violence, reference to sex before marriage and swearing, but that could go up. If it does I will let you know.

Finally, I'm not proud I know there is room for improvement in this fic, so criticism is very welcome here. This is my work in progress and just because I posted it doesn't mean I won't change it. So please if you feel something could be done better, or the description doesn't quite work please tell me. I promise I won't get offended, I want this fic to be good and if you don't tell me I can't improve.

Author's note
The idea's for this fic are not meant to offend in anyway, and are NOT aimed at German people. I also thought you may like to know that the BNP are a real political party in Britain, have racist policy and very nationalist. If u want to check up on me www.bnp.org.uk/ Just like to point out that even though, the BNP have a tiny amount of votes in British elections, the nazi only had a tiny proportion of the votes in, I think 1924 it was 2.5 % but don't hold me to the exact numbers or dates, and the situation arose that they could take over and it could happen again if something like the great depression was to happen again. This fic is not meant to offend just to be thought provoking. Without further ado I present to you:



The Twists of Fate.

When History Repeats What Would You Do?


Introduction

"The ruins of memory lay untouched year after year. Covered by event upon event, these ruins refuse to die. The breath of life was in them. Right down to the bottom layer.
The ruins of memory breathed and sighed and were part, and always will be part of the modern, new society; they will be part of this present day with its joys and sorrows; they will be part of the approaching tomorrow with its events still veiled and hidden.
The ruins of memory begged to be always part of life. To be, to remain, to belong, to be treasured, to be acknowledged, to live forever!
But why do they want to be part of the present? Why not remain covered by hawthorn, holly and spring blossom?
Because I live and always will live. Within me are those countless millions whose souls will never die; who lived, loved, hoped, feared and trembled like myself . . . for myself and my own kith and kin. Their bodies were worth nothing, their blood as cheap as water, their feelings and pain but smoke and ashes.
You have decided to come and join me by digging through these ruins, to search and find and to find the reason for their breath of life and their right to live.
Then, let us use our discoveries from among those ruins"
Johanna-Ruth Dobschiner From her book "Selected To Live"

Chapter 1


As I reached the station, desperate to get home, I started pushing my way through a crowd of tourists on their way back from a day out at the Science Museum. Walking past the cafes and shops, I reached the entrance. A man was sitting by an evening standard store, and I walked over to him, deciding on impulse that I would buy a paper.


"Can I have one please?" I asked as I started opening my black bag in search of my purse.


The man grunted and picked up a paper off the pile in front of him, as if I had interrupted him from the most important thing ever.
"That's seventy pence," he stated blandly.

I had found my purse by now. The man watched intently as I fished the money out of it and gave it to him. Then I placed the purse back into my bag and made sure the clasp on it was fastened. Picking up the paper, I smiled at the man.
"Thank you. Have a nice evening."

I walked down the stairs into South Kensington Station, not failing to notice the man looking after me as if I were mad. I rolled my eyes, thinking, "So that's what you get for being nice these days". As I approached the ticket barrier, I got my oyster card out from my handbag. Placing the card on to the sensor, the ticket barrier opened and I walked through it, then looked for the platform my train was scheduled to depart from.

When I found the platform, I walked through the archway and saw that it was deserted. Looking at the information screen, I saw that the next train would be arriving in ten minutes. I sighed, and sat down on one of the many empty benches.

I must have just missed the train, I thought and started flicking through the pages of the evening standard I had just brought, letting my anger out on the thin paper, as the station started to fill again.

When I reached the end of the paper, I threw it onto the seat next to me, asking myself the question of why I had brought it. Maybe I had hoped for a change in the news. Fat chance, I was so fed up of reading the same headlines every day. Ever since ten billion pounds had been stolen from the government, all the headlines had been about how incompetent the government was dealing with this fraud. As the government had to get rid of national security and severely cut funds in the NHS, people couldn't see that they had no choice. The media blamed America for "dragging" us into the war on terror, causing us to overspend. Couldn't they see it had nothing to do with America? Didn't they know that the reason we joined them in going to war was because we had the same beliefs, mainly that attacking the United Arab nations was going to stop terrorism? How was our government meant to plan for a massive fraud that had never happened before and was thought to be impossible? The British National Party, however, encouraged these fatal points of view. There was hardly a day that went by when Mark Overton wasn't in the papers about something or the other, and people believed him. Then again, some people were just plain stupid.

I looked around at the people in the station. Families, groups and tourists were anxiously trying to get home. Who could blame them, as recently people had been rioting, and running wild in the streets. The British National Party - again - had encouraged this. I sighed, in frustration at the situation I had no control over.

I started 'people-watching'. A girl and her mother had just walked into the station. I smiled, because they seemed happy and untroubled by the times we lived in. Brooding on this for a moment, I told myself to stop dwelling on what might happen and rather to think about what I had. I still had a job, and my boyfriend was staying with me at the moment, since he had just finished the movie he'd been working on for the past couple of months. Just thinking about him, made me smile. I decided to stop contemplating on situations beyond my control, because things could definitely be worse.

I got up, when I heard the train coming, and walked to the edge of the platform. The train rattled slowly into the station, wearisome of its many travels. I stepped to the side, waiting for the sea of faces to depart, and then joined the bustling crowd trying to squeeze into the already packed train.

I was squashed between a fat man and a frail-looking lady. To say we were packed in like sardines would be a servere understatement.

The people in the train got on and off, like the tides of the sea, ever changing. I started pushing towards the doors, as the next stop was mine. The train pulled into the station and I pushed my way through the people and walked onto the platform. I headed left, towards the exit, but found it blocked by a butch-looking woman.

"Identity cards?" she barked at me and the other passengers who had just disembarked.

We all started searching for the piece of plastic that would prove that we were British citizens and were meant to be England. The "precaution" had been brought in about three months ago now and was meant to reduce the risk of terrorist attack. How? I wasn't entirely sure.

I plunged into my bag, and grabbed my purse, pulled it out, flipped it open and pulled out the card, then handed it to the lady. She seized it from me and started inspecting it, determined to detect forgery. When she didn't, she handed it back to me with a face that suggested she'd just tasted something really disgusting. I put the all-important piece of plastic back into my purse. I sure as hell didn't want to lose it, because being without it might mean I'd be dragged to the police station for hours on end, desperately trying to prove I was English.

I walked round the corner, just to find that the escalators were not working. I rolled my eyes and I started the long walk up the steep stairs. When I finally emerged at the entrance of the station. , I pulled out my oyster card again. Placing it on the sensor, the ticket barrier opened and I walked through, out onto the rainy street. I pulled an umbrella out of my bag and headed towards my flat in Dalmeny Court, as home was the only place I wanted to be right now.

After what seemed like an eternity, I reached my block of flats. I was smiling, thinking that I was so close to seeing Elijah, my boyfriend, again. I pulled my bag around to the front and started searching for my keys.

Suddenly I stopped looking for my keys; I had definitely heard a noise coming from the alleyway from my block of flats to the next. I hesitated. Should I not better be going into my flat? Least then I'd be safe, safe in Elijah's arms. I grabbed my keys, but before I could open the door to the lobby, a figure stumbled out of the alley. Hunched over in pain, he looked like a hunchback. I didn't recognise him at first, but then the dingy, orange light from the street lamp hit his face and I recognised who it was.

"Elijah!" I screamed as I ran down the steps, to help him. Putting my arm under his I asked, "Dear God, what happened?"

I felt him lean his weight on me as I stirred him towards the steps. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and stammered, "These guys came from nowhere, and just started throwing punches."
He took a few shaky breaths and added bitterly, " Just because I am American."

"The BNP?" I asked quietly.

He closed his eyes for a second, and from that look I was sure that I was right. He continued, though, but he didn't make eye contact as we staggered our way across the lobby, which was unusual.

"I'd only gone to the supermarket , to get some last minute things", he said angrily. "I wanted everything to be perfect for tonight." At long last he looked at me. I felt my heart shatter into pieces at the look he was giving me now, half hurt, half pleading, he seemed to be assessing me, trying to read my mind about how I was coping with this. I didn't know how to react.

" Now look at me!" he hissed, his voice filled with bitter self-loathing.

" This isn't your fault," I replied as I pushed the call lift button.
I turned to face him. Surveying him, I took in his black eye, that was cruelly starting to form. The livid bruises on his cheek and jaw. The dribble of blood coming from his nose and his split lip.
I moved closer, putting my arms round his neck and pulled him downwards me. I gently kissed his lips. and I tasted blood.

Then the bell for the lift rang, and I pulled apart again.
" This isn't your fault," I repeated. He smiled, then winced slightly at the pain this caused him. Again, I pulled him in for a hug. but he cried out in pain. Quickly I stepped back.

"Sorry."

Then, after a moment, I said quietly, "I think we had better go and get some ice."

Elijah looked at me and reluctantly nodded his head. I took his hand and lead him into the lift.

I pressed the button, that would take us to the fourth floor. Elijah slid his arms around me. and I fell into his warm embrace, making sure my arms were lightly round his torso to prevent me hurting him. I carefully rested my head on his shoulder, as his hands started making circular movements on the small of my back. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying being in his company after the whole day apart.

"Cathy," I heard him murmur.

I reluctantly let go and looked up into the eyes that were starring down at me.

"What?" I asked, barely audible.

"I love you."

He said it so simply. I looked into those blue, blue eyes; they were so blue that I felt I was drowning in them. My chest felt ready to burst; my heart was so consumed with emotion. I searched the oceans in his eyes for a fragment of deceit, but there was absolutely none. Catching a glimpse of his soul, I knew that this was real. Nothing else mattered to him but me. I couldn't breathe, but didn't need to my heart had stopped beating. At that very moment, I realised I was at home already, because home is where the heart is, and my heart was definitely with Elijah. I finally knew to the full power those three words could have. The feeling people always try to describe, the feeling when your whole world is one person, and everything is irrelevant when that one person is by your side - this had to be the feeling everybody yearned for, for it could be nothing else. This was love. I leant in closer and sincerely said, "I love you, too."

When the lift doors crashed open, destroying our tender moment, I helped him out of the lift and towards my apartment.

Wow hun. This is beyond my expectations. I love it!

It is awesome! The way you describe everything is so real! I love it. For real this is meant to be one of my favourite fics of this season ;)

You like it! Yay I wouldn't go that far this is not that good. But thank you. I feel all warm and glowy inside thank you. I'll post more soon. I got loads of this written. Huggles thank you!

Of course it is good hun!

The way it is written is awesome. Besides the topic you're talking about is not easy to touch and not easy to explain but you're doing it so great since the start!

Sincerely I cannot wait for the next chapter. And People! come on! read!

^_^ Adri

Wow, I haven't been on here in AGES, glad I found this story again, as this is still VERY good, ( though slightly rewritten isnt it?) hmm, *wonders*, *bounces in seat as waits for Lij to come on the scene* :shine:

Very good chappie, keep them coming *grin* :yay:

You girls are to good to me :wub: you . Yep it is rewritten and better. You know I've been writting this on and off for a year now. That's a long time. I wish I could show my first drafts. It's funny

Hey Annie!

That's well good so far, a bit different from when I read it last, I think? I honestly will keep up with it this time, and if you do ever want any help with this/them, I'd love to contribute!

Also, just want to say that I'm glad you're doing this again! You've worked so hard on this and I know how much it means to you. So much so that I hope everyone's feedback is a postivie and you're encouraged to do more of them!!!

- x :love: x -

Hope do you know how much I love you. This girl read the first drafts. You can tell them how shit it was, but its got better. Thank you for your support, and you better be or I'll be on your case. J/k! I love you.

Don't I know you will be! :neene:
Hehe just kidding, it makes me feel needed in some way!

- x :love: x -

You silly thing! You are loved.
I love you, tjeez!

Dana, my loyal Dana, who's been by my side through thick and thin. I love you! I'm in such a sentimental mood tonight, maybe I'm over tired but its great to have some great replies so early in this fic. I hope this doesn't change! Huggles you all. Especially Dana

Oh, Anneka, dearie!
So glad to see you haven't abandoned this fiction. I loved the whole concept behind it, and I was prety sad to see you had given up on it.

The prologue really gave the whole atmosphere of the story, and although it was quiet, the first chapter gave me unexpected creeps.

Keep it up, hun!
Hugs
:love:

Uuuuuurrrrrrrssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
Hello, well I haven't given up on this. I really want to finish it. Well its back, better than before, or I think so. :huh: Well this is only the begining, it gets worse.. Mwahaha

Wow, it's not often you find a politically motivated fic on the boards, this is really great so far! I'm really looking forward to reading more! :) Great job!

Jaime

Heyaa

The banner got me interested, the prolouge got me curious, the first chapter got me hooked. This already seems really good - I'm not quite sure where you're taking it but I like the hints so far. The whole nazi era is really interesting to me... don't know why... I mean, I know this isn't in the nazi times but... ah whatever. It seems really really good and I can't wait for more!

-Heidi

:kiss2:

Welcome Jamie, heidi.

I know the banner is so cool. Smashing Adri made it for me. And you should have seen me, I was like bouncing on my seat when I first saw it. My mum thinks I'm insane but...ohhh well. It will all be explained soon Heidi, there's a lot of exposition in this story at the begining. Just trust me it will all make sence soon.

Oh honey, it's great! I mean, unfortunately for me I know what happens, but I still wanna read it like right now!!! Damn it!! Give me moooooore. I think I'm actually developing a fanfic bug - plot ideas are starting to creep into my head about people I'm not even interested in and I want to write them!! Ahh! Want to help??? Lol, anyway it's really good so far!! Mwah!

- x :love: x -

This is great so far!! I can't wait until you post more!

Luv Ya,
Meg

Hey Anneka!
I got your PM about the story.
I love the start!

~Stacy~

Hey honey!

You were a regular reader for one of my fics (Dare To Dream). And I will be a regular replier to this. I love it already... Keep up the good work. ^_^

I'm glad you liked the banner I made for you, I really enjoyed making it and I felt so damn curious since you made the cast call!!

I'm actually reading the new chapter so I'll bring a LONG reply later, with review and everything, like it should for this amazing story ;)

Luv

Adri

Wow this is awesome so far! I saw the banner and checked it out. I'm glad I did!

Post more soon!

Hello purple*eyes, lovingtheblueeyedangel, Elijahfan14, ewluvr13. I hope that is everyone and i haven't missed anyone. :huh: Anyway, hello and welcome! Thank you for taking the time to read this story, it is really appriciated. Your comments are all lovely and I feel loved. Thanky you


Dana- shhhssshhh just because you read this before doesn't mean others have. Shhhhsssshhh. :shutup: :lalala: J/k!

Lovingtheblueeyedangel- have you started posting your new story yet?


Adri- it really is not that great but I am glad you are liking it.

Hope- It's this board, it takes over. And you'll start reading and posting and making friends and its great really. And watch what your saying about the lotr lads ok?! J/k!

Stacey- thanks glad you like the start

Take care, speak to you soon. Got to go, school calls unfortunatly
Lots of love and kisses and huggles
Anneka

Come on Annie, give us a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit more!! :tsk:

'It's only a game for a murderer'? Yes. It's in The Lads section. ^_^

Will go and check it out, I think. Hope, you're going to have to wait untill fridayat least. One more day is not that long. I've got research I need to do for this fic and it may take a while. It's needed in the third chappie and I want to be ahead of what I'm posting. So just a little wait okness?

Chapter 2

I opened the door to my apartment. The door opened, to reveal the small lounge, decorated in light red with yellow flowers stencilled on the wall, with a sofa facing a TV set which was on a stand where the DVD player and DVD’s were kept. I lead Elijah to the sofa, where I helped him to lie down. Leaning forward, I pecked his sore lips, before I went to get some ice.

I walked across the lounge into the small kitchenette, which was joined to the lounge. I headed for the freezer, opened the door and grabbed as much packets of frozen vegetables as I could. Then I shut the door again with my foot, and rushed back to Elijah.

Dropping the frozen packets of peas, chips and carrots onto the small table, that was in front of the sofa, I went back to the kitchen and picked up some tea towels from the drawer next to the cooker. I put them on the table as I knelt in front of Lij. I then wrapped some of the ice I had brought into a tea towel. When I had finished, I placed it carefully on his eye. He winced slightly, but held it there when I asked him to. Afterwards, I did the same to all the other bruises on his face. When all this was done, I undid his shirt. The normally flawless skin, a creamy white, was covered in black bruises, a mixture of red and sickly yellow. The whole area was swelling horribly like a balloon. I reached out for the last tea towel. With that, I wrapped up a pack of peas, which I gently placed it on his stomach, in a feeble attempt to reduce the swelling. He let out a cry of pain, which tore my heart.


“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and stepped back from him, trying to fight the tears welling up inside me. Why him? I found myself asking. Why him?

I ran off into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, so that, he wouldn’t see me lose control of my emotions. Spending as long as I could getting the TCP and flannel that I had come in for, I finally got a grip and willed myself not to cry. It worked for a little while at least. I walked back over to the sofa where he was lying. I placed the TCP onto the table and turned towards the kitchen to get some water. As I did so, Elijah hand caught my hand.


“ Are you ok?” he asked softly.

That was it. Those words knocked my wall down. Fighting desperately with the tears that were welling up inside me, I lent forward and said.“ I’m fine.” I don’t know whether he knew I was lying or not. Then I walked over to the kitchen and got a bowl of warm water. I carefully carried the glass bowl into the lounge and placed it on the table. Perching on the edge of the sofa, I poured a liberal amount of TCP into the water. I then picked up the flannel and started washing the blood off Elijah’s face.

“I’m coming in now!” a voice suddenly yelled from outside, breaking the silence. “Please make sure you’re decent!”

I laughed, recognising the voice of my flat mate Matt.


“ Why do I get the feeling the whole world knows we’re meant to be having a quiet night in?” I asked Elijah softly. He smiled weakly in response.

“Right I’m coming in now!”
Matt pushed the door open and spotted us on the sofa, not doing anything that he’d imagined us doing.

He walked over, his brown hair sligthly messy. “Why does it stink of TCP?” he asked. Catching sight of Elijah, his eyes widened. “What the hell happened to you!?”

“ Some BNP extremists beat him up,” I answered for Elijah

“Some extremists? You have to be an extremist to be part of the BNP,” Matt stated disgustedly, he then turned to Elijah.
“Are you all right mate?” he asked, concerned.

“ Yeah I’m fine,” Lij said trying to stop Matt worrying, then he tried to sit up, but abruptly stopped, letting out a cry of pain.

Matt leaned in concerned. “Look, it’s probably the best if you stay where you are.”
He then looked at the bruises, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He sighed as he pushed his hair back, then signalled to me to pass the TCP, which I did. He poured even more TCP onto the flannel and then placed it onto the lacerations, causing Lij to squirm in pain.
“ I’m sorry mate,” Matt whispered, “but it has to be done”

After we had finished, both Matt and I were looking at Elijah, assessing if he was any close to being ok. When a beeping noise announced that someone had received a text, Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket. He read the text, made a grimace and then ran over to the breakfast bar to grab his wallet. Picking it up, he turned and showed it to Lij, and me who were on the sofa.
“I only came back for this,” he told us“ I’d better be going, Harvey’s been waiting for me.”

I smiled, “Have a good time.” Matt nodded and left. The door shut, leaving Elijah and me alone again.

I carefully put one of my arms over him, leaning over his body so our faces were close. I felt his hand on my back and I smiled.
“ So what were you cooking me again?” I asked sweetly.

“ I was going to cook us stir fry and chicken chow Mien,” he replied quietly, his other hand was now playing with my short brown hair, “Being as we first meet cooking it.”

I smiled at the memory. Cooking stir fry in that small New Zealand Youth Hostel, cooking together because there wasn’t enough utensils for us to cook separately, almost 3 years ago now.

“Good choice” I stated, before closing the distance between us and I kissed him lightly.

Even though our lips barely touched, there was mutual need in this kiss. I knew that at that moment I needed his love more than I needed oxygen. Feelings of love and fear threatened to overwhelm me, and I broke the kiss, scared of the feelings that he was evoking inside me. I pulled back slightly, trying to regain the breath that he had so easily taken away from me.

He gave me a hurt look.

I answered by saying, “I’m hungry.”

He rolled his eyes at me, but seemed satisfied by my answer. “You see that thing over there?” He jerked his thumb over his head. I looked to where he was pointing.

I murmured, “ Yeah...”

“ Well it’s called a kitchen,” he informed me

“ Really?” I said, smiling, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“ Well,” he continued, “ It’s a place where you cook food, like chicken chow mien.”


I laughed and asked, “ Is that a hint Mr Wood?” He’d just opened his mouth to say his come back. When his stomach answered the question for me. I suppressed my laughter at the look on Elijah’s face, and told him that I took that as a yes.

I got up and walked to the kitchen, around the Breakfast bar that served as our dinning room and the divide between the lounge and the kitchen towards the fridge, which was opposite the only entrance to the kitchen. Reaching the fridge, I pulled out everything Elijah had got for the meal. Chicken, bean shoots and noodles to name a few. As I got each item out, I was touched by the amount of thought that Lij had put into this meal. It was obvious he’d wanted everything to be perfect by the fact that he’d brought everything you could possibly use in a stir fry. I was so incredibly lucky to have found someone that took such good care of me.

I was about to slam the door of the fridge shut shut when I noticed a bottle of wine at the door. Yelling over my shoulder, I asked Lij if he would like a glass of wine.

“ I’d love to,” he answered.

I jumped, the voice that had answered had been closer to hand than I had expected. I wheedled around and saw Elijah perched on one of the breakfast bar stools, breathing heavily. He’d obviously moved there while I had been hunting in the fridge. He looked at me and I couldn’t judge what it meant. I grabbed the wine from the fridge and placed it in front of Elijah, . I reached into a draw and pulled out a bottle opener, hoping he would get the hint. I then walked over to the other side of the kitchen, to get the wineglasses out of the cupboard. Again I placed the glasses in front of Elijah, who had grasped the hint by now and uncorked the wine bottle.

“ To us and our two years together,” he said as he poured the wine into the glasses.

“To us” I said quietly as I took my glass. Bringing them together, I smiled as I took a sip of wine, wishing this night would never end.

***

We were soon arguing merrily about how you should cook stir-fry. I temporarily forgot that some BNP idiots had wanted to kill Elijah earlier on in the day. We didn’t have enough Chow Mien sauce, but that didn’t matter. About an hour later I brought the food down in front of him. We started reminiscing about the first time we met, in New Zealand. I’d backpacking with my friend Gwen. Lij had been there with Orli, Dom and Billy, house hunting.

The conversation drifted. I found Lij asking me to stay where I was. He then walked to my room. Wondering what he was up to, I walked around the breakfast bar and cleared our plates of scraps. I put the plate next to the sink and turned on the hot water tap.

“ I thought I told you to stay where you are?” For the second time that night I jumped out of my skin. I turned round and saw Elijah leaning on the breakfast bar, blocking the entrance to the kitchen.

“ I was just, umm...” My guilty face made him smile. I looked defiantly at him. He walked up to me and I continued to mumble my feeble excuses as he reached across and turned off the tap. I looked up at him.

He said brightly, “ I’ve got something for you.”


I gave him a rather puzzled look. Hadn’t we given each other our anniversary presents this morning? In answer to my look, he took out a little package from his pocket. My confusion increased. Taking the package, I unwrapped it and found what looked like a ring box. I had a feeling this was going to make my present seem like a joke. Opening the box, I found that my suspicion was right.

Looking back at Elijah, I whispered, “ I can’t accept this!” I looked again at the beautiful ring he had just given me. Taking in the simple silver band with, what looked like a diamond set just above the ring.

“You can,” Elijah replied simply. “And you will”

“But this is too expensive, and I won’t, because I’ll be terrified of losing it!” I spoke rapidly, stating my defence. “And besides, you already gave me a necklace this morning, and…”

“I love you,” he interrupted me with a smile. That shut me up. I loved him too, but it didn’t stop me feeling guilty. By instinct I looked into his eyes

“ I know this is difficult for you, but it’s one of many reasons why I love you,” He said sincerely, looking into my eyes. I, however, was confused.

“ What do you mean?” I asked.

“ Well, I can tell by your reaction that you’re not just after my money, but that you love me, the person I am, and not just the famous actor. Nobody’s done this before,” he answered simply.

I looked down, somewhat embarrassed.

“ So please take the ring as a token of my love to you. Like I took that watch.”

“That watch was a crap present”

Lij shook his head, “No, it wasn’t.” Then he asked, “ Did you mean what it said on the back?”

“Yes” I said quickly and without hesitation. I didn’t need to think about it; time definitely stood still when I was with him. “ Then” I looked up at him.

“Please take this ring Cathy,” he pleaded.

I smiled “ You’re not going to let this drop are you?” I asked sweetly while I put my arms around his neck. The box was still in my hand
“Well no” He admitted putting his hands round my waist. He was still watching me. Then I realised he wanted an answer.
“ Ok Then” I answered heavily when our faces were close together. His face broke into a smile.
Smiling too I lent in captured his lips with mine, I could feel his smile against my lips, then I remembered the ring. Breaking the kiss I took my arms from round his neck, and put on the ring. It fitted perfectly on the ring finger of my right hand.

“ Well Mr Wood...”
I gave him a swift and meaningful look. This he returned obviously wondering what I was going to say.
“Don’t you fancy a change of scenery?”


Elijah gave me a blank look. I rolled my eyes and whispered in his ear, “ The bedroom.”


“Oh!” he said, cottoning on, “ In this case, Miss Tyler, I think a change of scenery is definitely in order.”


Laughing at him I lead the way to my bedroom.

This part I loved so incredibly much
The way you said it, described it...I think it is so beautiful!!!
That is what I call powerfull writting.

Poor Elijah for being beat up like that...and for some stupid reason surely no one understands.
People can be very cruel!

I'm loving it! ^_^ :love:

Lol, my dad tried to say thesaurus (sp??) That was sooo funny. Ohhh by the way Dana yours is on its way. And I had sooooooooo much help for the bit you quoted, Dana. I really did, I was like does this sound right or this. My poor friends *cough Hope end cough* Lol.
lovingthe blueeyedangel glad you are liking it. I feel very loved at the moment. :wub: :wub:
Anyways, I am meant to be catching up, reading some elses fic sooo got to be off.

*faints*

I'm hopelessly romantic you know!

Elijah is so damn sweet! I can really picture him being so stressed and angry but when his girl comes.. aww... that changes things man!

Yay! He told you he loved you, Yay! That's great news! :wub: the magic of those words... man.

That door was a shatterer you know! GRRR!!!



Aww! Anneka I love this! I mean, history & love.. what a mix babe! I soo love it! :yay: ya'r doing a great job with this ;)

BTW: thanks! Thank you so much for reading The Winter Of the Muse! You don't know how much it means to me!

Oh wow, that was so sweet! Beautiful writing, hun, I loved it!

Jaime

:eek: :wub:

That was so sweet and beautiful!!!!!!!!

I have a stupid question, though.
What's the BNP?
Is it some sort of police force or gang or something?
:doh: I feel so stupid.

~Stacy~

That was an amazing chapter. I loved the writing, especially in the last paragraph. It was so descriptive, it made me feel exactly like the main character. Keep it up!

Hehe I remember that bit!!! Way to go, Annie! This is coming along very good! :bow: Can't wait for the next bit!! :yay:

Stacey, at the moment the BNP are a political party in Britian. You can check out there website, I put the address in the first post. Which may explain why I'm using them in this fic.

In the story they, at the moment it changes, are a main runner in the political race. So there supporters are the ones beating people up. But the leaders and so are actually trying to get votes etc. I hope that makes sense. <_<


Smashing adri.
1 The winter of the muse is great and well I want to read it so no hardship
2. I like the mix too but it also, a bit later, is going to have friendship and human nature in it. That is kind of the main themes for this fic


Anyways thank you. I love you all :wub: :wub: :love: I've got some great readers! Le sigh, I should be posting more soon. Don't know whether I told you but I've almost finished editing. Yay! Then I'm going to be writting new stuff, Yay

Take your time hun :D and I'm glad the usual life themes are on this too. ^_^

Guess what??
Flower caught up!! :woot:
Gosh, I loved this story so muchh!! I'm so glad it's back again!
And wow, check your audience out! ;-)

Whee!! :D
I'm eager to read more! :P I don't think I remember half of this! :P

Ok, the good news is: I've finished editing! Woooooo
2. Have you seen Adri banner? I'm very happy
3. Giving my first piano lesson today, ahhhhh :note1: so its either going to go really well or horrible. We will see.
4. Shrek 2 is really good, so go see it.
5. Flower, yay you've caught up yayness! I know it get's scary now. Got to please lots of people :unsure: but still it will be ok :huh: I hope anyways
6. As I finsihed editing and am now writing again. Yay a new chappie I think.
7. And what I've just said doesn't really make sense :blush: Ohhh well more part from I can't rember what I've posted. Ohhh dear!

Ok think this is right :unsure: