Buying The Virgin Part 1-3
Chapter 105: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Twenty-One
CHARLOTTE
We tramp through the darkness, Michael with the axe slung over his shoulder. At first, we pause every few hundred yards, listening for pursuit, but hear nothing. After the first mile or so, we simply walk at the best pace we can.
I start off, feeling well enough, but after a while, the adrenaline high that supported me during our escape, wears off, and in the intense cold, I feel dull and lethargic, my flesh chilling.
“You sure we’re going the right way?” I ask.
“Pretty sure. That phone of yours got GPS?”
How stupid can I be?
“Of course it has.”
I flick on the mapping app, then dim to night-mode as the screen dazzles me, knocking out my night vision. Michael peers over my shoulder, as the screen centres and displays our position. “Yup. Two or three miles that way.” he points. “Come on. We’re making good progress. If we walk quickly, we’ll stay warm.”
Walking quickly is easier said than done. The tracks are rough and uneven, knotted with tree roots that lie be-shadowed and waiting to trip the unwary. The last thing either of us needs is a sprained ankle.
We hear it before we see it, echoing through the pines; the wail of sirens. Then beyond the forest, through the trees, the flashing blue lights of many, many cars, an ambulance, and seemingly crowds of people; police, medics…. and finally, I see it, my Master’s car. He is there, standing, leaning against it, his breath blowing blue clouds into the night air, scanning the tree-line.
Michael’s eyes, glinting with amusement, meet mine as we survey the hubbub. “Well, he did say he was bringing help.” Then he yells, waving as we emerge from the trees. “James! Here…. James….”
My Master looks, trying to follow the sound, his gaze swinging before he sights us, then, his face lighting up, he runs towards us. Flinging his arms around me, he pulls me to him, holding me tightly, too tightly, until I have to pull away. “Master, I’m okay, really. Please, I need air…”
He breaks free, but holds me by the shoulders, looking into my face. “You’re alright? Really alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. It was awful, but Michael.…”
“Tell me later. Come and get warmed up.”
He turns, slapping Michael’s shoulder, who slaps him back. The two don’t say anything, but men don’t, do they?
Paramedics fuss around us with blankets and questions, apparently disappointed when we both insist that we are not hurt. Hot soup is thrust into my hand, steaming, savoury and fragrant in the night air. It is perfect, richly flavoured and herby, and just the right temperature for drinking. Warmth worms its way back down my frozen toes.
Michael and I return to the city in my Master’s car, but we are flanked, front and rear, by a travelling wall of blue flashing cars.
“Where are we going?” asks Michael.
“Haswell Building.” replies my Master. “We’re taking the Penthouse guest apartment.”
odd place to go. You sent me away
face swings around to me. “It’s
*****
my shoulder is shaken. “Charlotte, wake up. We’re
“Mmmm?”
out of the car.
walking in a
...
...
windows over the bed. Blinking into brilliant
lying beside me, still sound asleep, but I don’t recognise the room. Still a bit confused, my only certainty is that
tidily on a chair next to the bed, along with a clean, white towelling robe, which I slip on. Barefoot, I pad out of the
way to the mountains. Two figures, with their
A bit awkwardly, ”Ummm….”
me. It is my Master and Richard. My Master strides forward, hugs me and kisses the top of my head. “Good afternoon, Charlotte.” Then
my Master is pouring coffee. “You said ‘Afternoon’. What
pm,” says Richard. “We let you both sleep. How are
haven’t woken
want to go back to bed? Sleep some more?” asks
though…. He saved
know,” says Richard. “When you rang James here, the Police went straight to your mountain home, although they couldn’t search the area properly until daylight. They found the two
“Are they alive?”
in the snow
caught the first one, who came into the bedroom, on his gun hand with the butt of the axe-head. I think it must have smashed all the bones. The other one, who came after us out in the snow, he caught
he had the axe on
take out the one who came into
well
axe, and I carried his clothes and a blanket. He couldn’t get dressed until we reached the walkers’ shelter…. Did the
left by the time the
have any
and defence of you.
“Hello.”
bathrobe similar
was just telling us how you saved the day last