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The heiress stood in the dark, thinking about the years she spent on the plateau, after all they weren't all that bad . Even though she had faced the weirdest of things, at night it all seemed so calm, that it was hard not to think that she was in some kind of a paradise. It smelled so good and the breeze, so refreshing, caressed her face and she smiled, remembering Roxton and all the things he had done to her, saving her many times physically and emotionally. She put her hand on her face pretending it was that of the man she had lost sleep over, but it was nothing like the real deal. Lost in her fantasies she didn't see the figure surging from the dark, grabbing her by the waist, a hand on her mouth, whispering to her not to scream. -Why Marguerite, that was a great way to handle a whip. He turned her to face him. -Damn you Roxton. She said breathing heavily. You almost gave me a heart attack. He smiled, that charming smile, how could she resist? and she returned him the gesture. -And that leather thing, sure did suit you . She grinned. - You sure did notice. He pulled her closer to him, brushing his lips against hers : "I sure did notice," his hand pressing the base of her neck he pulled her deeper into the kiss, while another hand rested on her lower back. Marguerite felt her heart pounding, she felt so good in his arms, but then again she couldn't surrender to him that easily. If it was another man, perhaps she wouldn't have cared, yes, maybe she wouldn't, not even about the consequences, but with John she did care about the outcome, and she'd rather stay away, long for him from far, than be with him and get hurt. She pulled away. - Marguerite, What's wrong? -We can't do this John ... I can't. I know the outcome ... I don't want to ruin what we have. -Marguerite You know ... She starts walking away. You know I would never hurt you. He continued. He sighed, looking at her one last time, then crashed in the chair. Marguerite laid on her bed , tears filled her eyes , she wanted him, wanted him so bad, why was she so damn complicated. She emerged from her room, to talk to him, to fix what she had broken, Cause she was hurting, hurting for not letting him love her, or desire her, hurting cause she needed his affection. -Roxton, we need to talk. But as she stood in front of the chair to face him, all she could see was a stiff body. She couldn't scream. Marguerite ran to Challenger's room. -Challenger, it's Roxton, wake up Challenger. She kept screaming and Veronica ran to her side. - what is wrong Marguerite? -it's Roxton, oh god, it's Roxton. Malone followed the two ladies, shocked by the sight. Roxton was as hard as wood. -What is wrong my dear, said Challenger from behind. Marguerite ran to him, he hands on his shoulder. -You got to help him professor, you got to do something. As The professor got closer from the body, the tree house members could see the horror on his face . -It looks like the water has been drained from his body, Said Challenger. Marguerite was crying heavily, Veronica by her side, and Malone researching the books hoping to find an answer. -I feel it's a curse. -I don't know Veronica, There were many cases of spontaneous combustion, what if this is natural? -You are right Malone, but still we have to find out what caused it. - Then this is it, it's over isn't it. Cried the heiress. -Come on Marguerite I will help you to your room . -No Veronica, I don't want to leave him. -But staying here will only hurt you more. Answered The blond beauty. Veronica took Marguerite by the arm and led her to her room. The two ladies sat on the bed, Veronica a bit hesitant at first, hugged Marguerite, letting her know that everything will be all right, but the only answer she got was more sobs, and her heart was breaking to see this once strong woman, slowly collapsing in her arms. -I love him Veronica. -I know Marguerite, I know. Miss Krux, had fallen to sleep. exhausted by all the tears she had shed, and Veronica sat beside her, watching over her all night. Something new had been formed between them as she had started to see new sides of the heiress. Malone came in with tea. -Find anything. -Challenger is working on it, but I think we must go find a decent place for burial. -Poor Marguerite ... Marguerite couldn't contain her tears, Pain was visible on Challenger's and Malone's face, while Veronica, trying to be strong, wiped the tear that managed to escape from her swollen eyes. Roxton's body laid in a box, each on his turn bid him farewell, before the journalist covered the wooden coffin with dirt. Challenger held the heiress in his arms and Veronica held her hand. -Come on Marguerite, we better get to the tree house, before nightfall, tomorrow we'll go to the Zenga Village, to let them know. -It's ok Veronica, just give me five minutes. Marguerite kneeled where her only love was now laying . -I do love you Roxton, but I feel such a rage, such hate because you were taken from me. But I love you, I do, I promise to never forget the brightness you brought into my heart. She stood, looked at the others. -We better go. The next day, they all headed to the Zenga Village. Insomnia was visible on Marguerite's face. She had sneaked out of the tree house at dawn, bringing fresh flowers to Roxton's grave. Veronica had followed her from behind without letting her notice. Sadness filled the air, when all the Zenga people heard about John. Asig pulled Veronica aside. -I think I know what has happened. -What do you mean Asig? -Veronica, I think Roxton's soul is trapped somewhere, we need to retrieve his body, call back his soul and reunite the two. -You mean it's a curse? -Yes, I think Veronica, and there's no harm in trying. -I will talk to Malone and Challenger. The moon illumined her tired face as Marguerite on a rock. She was lost in her thoughts. She felt a breath on her face and she caressed her cheek remembering the night he held her, and kissed her. It sent shivers through her whole body, then she sensed something, something was moving on the dirt. A reptile perhaps she thought to herself, then she noticed it spelled a word. "You do look lovely, whip or no whip" Marguerite stood. -Roxton? she cried, Roxton is that you? She heard no answer, nothing. She ran to the village, to Veronica's room . -Veronica. Roxton talked to me. -What Marguerite, it's midnight. -He talked to me. -Who -Roxton ... who!!! -Wake up, something is wrong here. Veronica sat in her bed. - Asig was right. Roxton's body was exhumed, Challenger covered it, so it wouldn't disturb Marguerite, and an old witch doctor was brought to his side. Marguerite was nervous, trembling like a leaf in Veronica's arms. -It is a curse. Said the old wise man. A curse that has separated his soul from his body. A curse from the Gods up above who watch us. Perhaps now this man is released from his past and can look peacefully into the future. He started chanting, unknown words, dancing to a certain beat he was creating. Marguerite felt John move under the cover. -He's alive. She ran to him, taking off the sheet that laid on top of him. He opened his eyes and she showered him with kisses all over his face, constantly whispering I love you, I love you, I love you. Ned held Veronica in his arms, the whole village was dancing with happiness. -What a fine story that will make hun Ned? The journalist hugged Veronica and kissed her. -There are certain things I have learned Veronica, I don't intend to leave this world with unspoken feelings. The blond girl smiled at him as he came closer to kiss her once again. -Oh Marguerite, I saw my brother, I am forgiven Marguerite. -Never do that to me again Lord John, You gave me quite a scare. -Is that a tear I see in you eyes. -Do shut up. Come on we've got to return to the village. The celebration lasted until dawn, everybody was happy, Veronica was teaching Ned a couple of dancing steps, Asig and her husband were gathered around Challenger, and Marguerite, well she wasn't in sight. Roxton walked to the hut where miss Krux was supposed to be staying, and he found her, sitting on the bed, hands crossed around her knees. -May I share you thoughts? -You already have. She smiled. -I have put the past behind me Marguerite, I am free now. She put her hand on his face, he was newly shaved, she could feel it, -I am so happy for you John . She leaned closer and gave him a kiss. -Perhaps I can free you from whatever that is, that is haunting you. She hugged him tightly. -I don't ever want to lose you John. It's been hell to know you are dead, dead without me ever telling you how I feel. -I heard you Marguerite, and that night when you felt a breeze on your cheek, that was me. -You did save me Roxton, You have showed me love, and that is all I need specially when it comes from you ... She paused for a second. And of course some gems. She grinned. He threw himself at her, and she laughed like she had never done before, he kissed her, touching her, memorizing every part of her body with his hands. -What a shame, the leather top is in the tree house. She whispered to his ear. -Well don't worry my dear, there will be a lot of other opportunities. 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