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A winter's tale	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Sleepy Hollow Views: 18378 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is it, the final
chapter. I once again made you wait, but now I'm actually quite happy
with the way this turned out. I think the sex scene at the end is a
bit rushed, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Before I let you
read I want to say thanks to
Vampirezdarkgurl, Eci_Frog and Vittani who reviewed the last chapter.

Warning: character
death

Chapter 12 – When darkness threatens
light

Ichabod was sure that he was dreaming the moment he stepped
towards the clearing where his mother had often taken him while he
was still a boy. The petals of apple blossoms were swirling around
him, looking almost like snow as they covered the path in front of
him. His mother had often caught them with her hands and blown them
at his face, making him laugh with the soft, tickling sensation that
caressed his skin.

A small smile spread over his face as he remembered the happiness
he had known then, the happiness that had been ripped apart by his
father. But now that happiness had finally returned, not only in
dreams of his mother but in his life as well.

Stepping out of the trees that had blocked his view of the
clearing Ichabod finally saw his mother, the Lady a graceful swirl of
skirts as she danced amongst the falling
apple blossom petals. As soon as she noticed him she opened her arms
wide, inviting him into her embrace. His smile widened in happiness
as he was enveloped in her warmth, spreading through his body and
filling him with the joy he always connected with her presence.

“Ichabod.” Her voice was a warm, gentle rush of air
against his ear, his name a loving caress. “Listen to me, my
beloved son.” Her hands grasped his shoulders very gently,
forcing him backwards until their eyes finally met. There was sorrow
in her gaze, sorrow and a fear that he remembered from the past, fear
for him.

Her voice was determined and stern as she addressed
him again. “Your happiness is in danger, but it is not yet too
late for you to save what you have found.” While his mother
spoke the wind had picked up, making the white blossoms swirl around
them in a dizzying dance. “Look behind yourself, Ichabod.”

Doing as his mother had told him to the Constable turned around,
staring at the complete darkness the edge of the clearing had turned
into. There was movement in the darkness, but he couldn't make out
the shapes yet. Before he could turn around and ask his mother what
he was supposed to see, she put her hands on his shoulders and told
him to keep looking.

The shape became clearer and the moment Ichabod recognized what it
was, he wanted to recoil in fear, bile rising in his throat. But he
couldn't move away, couldn't run as the door of the Iron Maiden
slowly creaked open.

A scream slipped from his lips as he looked at Friedrich's
bloodied face, his bright, ice-blue eyes dulled by death. Slowly, so
very slowly his lover's corpse tumbled forward, falling out of the
Iron Maiden's deadly grasp.

Ichabod felt tears run down his cheeks, the knowledge that this
was only a dream completely forgotten as he struggled to run towards
the dead Hessian's body. But no matter how hard he tried, he still
wasn't able to move, his mother's hands on his shoulders firmly
keeping him back.

Laughter suddenly filled the clearing, seemingly coming from all
sides at the same time, resounding in his ears and growing to almost
unbearable proportions. Something stirred in the shadows again and
Ichabod stared in horror as a small figure stepped into the light and
up to the corpse of his lover.

Even though the person's face was hidden by a white executioner's
mask the Constable recognized the familiar figure and the
light-blonde hair peeking out from under the white cloth. “Katrina.”
The moment he had spoken her name she ripped the mask away from her
face, her mouth twisted in a malicious
grin.

An ax, Friedrich's ax, suddenly appeared in her hand and the
moment she let it fall and chopped off his lover's head Ichabod
screamed again.

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Panting heavily he sat up, momentarily disoriented in the darkness
that surrounded him. His mind cleared a little as soon as his
breathing slowed down and Ichabod reached
for Friedrich, remembering that he had fallen asleep
in the Hessian's den.

His hand hunted through the tangled sheets, searching for his
lover's skin, finding nothing but cool, empty fabric. Panic once
again rising in his body he sat up in the semi-darkness, but
Friedrich was nowhere in sight.

The words and pictures from his dream returned to his mind,
causing him to jump up from the bed, cold dread settling heavily in
his stomach. Ichabod felt the desperate urge to call Friedrich's
name, but he didn't dare do so, afraid of what might answer him
almost as much as he was scared of getting no answer at all.

Quickly throwing his clothes onto his body the Constable almost
jumped in surprise as something soft and damp touched his cheek.
Whirling around in panic, the darkness of unconsciousness
threatening to swallow his mind Ichabod
instantly calmed as he stared in Daredevil's red, piercing eyes. The
horse nickered softly, once again touching his cheek, asking for his
attention.

Understanding that that the animal was trying to tell him
something important Ichabod asked. “What am I supposed to do?”
His mother's words had once again entered his mind, fear for his
lover's life gripping his heart in it's cold, deadly grasp.

He knew that Daredevil couldn't answer him like a human would, but
the proud steed tilted his head backwards, motioning towards his
back. “You want me to get on?” The horse answered him
with a short nod of his head and Ichabod didn't hesitate another
second, mounting the steed quickly. He barely had time to grasp
Daredevil's mane when the horse started thundering towards the world
of the living, the gate opening right before they would have smashed
into it.

The forest was still dark, lit only by the small amount of bluish
light, that announced the coming of dawn. A sound behind him caused
Ichabod to turn around, the sight before him sending a cold shiver
down his spine.

Katrina stood in the very place where the Horseman's bones rested,
a violet cloud swirling around her, almost hiding the frantic
movements of the shovel she used to dig up the soft dark earth. What
caused his blood to freeze completely was the mad expression on her
face, so very like the one she had worn in his dream, right before
she had chopped off his lover's head.

Friedrich, who had been hidden from Ichabod's view by the tree of
the dead, circled around the dark, swirling mist, an outraged
expression spread over his face as he repeatedly tried to enter the
circle and failed. His sword rested in his hand, ready to chop off
the witch's head as soon as he found a way inside. He was so focused
on the small woman who was digging up his grave that he hadn't even
noticed Ichabod's arrival.

Neither had Katrina. She had finally uncovered the Hessian's
remains, so she turned away from the grave, a triumphant expression
spread over her face as she faced the Horseman. “He is mine.
Not even your devilry has a chance against my power.”

If he hadn't been busy worrying about his inability to break
through her barrier Friedrich would have snorted in disdain. The
stupid, little witch understood nothing. She neither understood that
Ichabod had never been her's, nor that even if she succeeded now the
dark power that had taken over her white magic would eventually
destroy her. She couldn't even really kill him, he was already dead
after all.

What she could do was banish his soul to hell and although he
wasn't afraid of that, it would mean separation from his beloved.
That he wouldn't allow. Just as she lifted the bowl with swirling
green liquid above his grave, muttering an ancient spell under her
breath Friedrich launched another attack, throwing all the spiritual
powers he possessed against her barrier. It wavered, but he couldn't
get through, a scream of denial slipping from his lips as she tilted
the bowl.

She tilted it, but not enough for the liquid to spill over since
right before the first drop could fall Ichabod, who had silently
gotten closer while both his lover and Katrina were distracted,
clubbed her over the head with a sturdy branch.

Katrina fell, the bowl tumbling from her hands and spilling it's
contents onto the earth that hissed and sizzled as the acid liquid
burned away. Her shields crumbled to the ground, quickly followed by
Ichabod who gave in to the blessed unconsciousness
now that the fear for his lover's life had ebbed away .

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Friedrich stared at the scene before him, surprised by his lover's
actions and slightly amused by his subsequent fainting. The small
smile that had appeared on his features while he looked at his lover
instantly morphed into an expression of rage as his eyes fell on
Katrina's body.

Foolish child. She should have just forgotten about the Constable
and stayed with her pitiful white magic and
nothing would have happened to her. But she had tried to separate him
from his dark beauty and Friedrich wouldn't let that go without
revenge.

But before that he would take care of his unconscious
lover. Whistling softly he called Daredevil, who had stayed in the
place where Ichabod had dismounted him, closer. Friedrich stroked his
dark steed's mane, the beast's ears perked with attention as he
whispered into them. A quick nod of the horse's head and he knew that
his command had been understood.

Picking Ichabod's lithe body up he strode towards the pathway
between the worlds, the roots parting to let him trough. He wrapped
his riding cloak around Ichabod's shoulders before he placed him on
the huge bed, a fire roaring to life in the large stone hearth with a
snap of his fingers.

A gentle smile flitted over his features while he pressed his lips
to his lover's forehead, the small, chaste touch filled with the love
he felt for the young Constable. Stepping away from the bed his smile
was once again replaced by a grim expression while he thought about a
fitting punishment for the witch's crime.

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Katrina was still unconscious as
Friedrich dumped her onto the hard ground, dismounting Daredevil in
his usual fluid fashion. A cardinal complained about the disturbance,
fluttering from the tree he had sat on and finding a new perch a
little farther away from him on one of the crumbling walls that had
once belonged to the Archer's cottage. A grim smile spread over the
Hessian's face as he saw the white witch's eyelids twitch. It was
almost time.

Her eyes fluttered open completely, her gaze confused as she
stared at the ruins in front of her. How had she gotten here? The
sound of heavy boots coming closer to her caused Katrina to turn
around, her mouth opening in silent shock as she saw the Hessian. His
ax glinting in pale pre-dawn light was the last thing she saw before
she died, her head rolling away from her body, eyes and mouth wide
open in silent horror.

Friedrich wiped his bloody ax on her white dress before he
fastened it to Daredevil's saddle, a small triumphant smirk grazing
his lips. Opening the bag that had been tied to his belt he grabbed
Katrina's head by the hair and stuffed it into the dark pouch. Maybe
she would be of some use one day.

Ravens had already begun to circle above them, waiting for him to
leave so that they could take care of the witch's remains. As they
swooped down Friedrich was already thundering back towards the forest
and his beloved.

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Ichabod was sleeping peacefully as Friedrich returned to his
realm, a small smile spreading over his face as he looked at his
lover's relaxed features. So beautiful. And now that the witch had
been taken care of nothing stood between them anymore, there was no
need for Ichabod to ever return to the world of the living.

His smile widening Friedrich sat next to his sleeping beauty, his
lips touching Ichabod's in a featherlight caress. The kiss had been
barely there, but the Constable had felt it, his eyes fluttering open
as he woke up.

Confusion appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by
memories that marred his beautiful forehead with his frown. Before he
could ask Friedrich what had happened the Horseman began to explain.
“Don't worry, Liebster. Katrina won't trouble us again.”

Ichabod looked as if he wanted to ask for more information, but
the Hessian didn't allow him to, quickly sealing his mouth with a
searing kiss. His tongue caressed his lover's bottom lip, demanding
entry into the wet cavern of his mouth. Permission was granted
easily and he reacquainted himself with the
sensual taste of his dark beauty, a taste he would never get enough
of.

A moan slipped from Ichabod's lips, his questions completely
forgotten as heat and lust raced down his spine, centering on his
groin. He could feel Friedrich's arousal press against his own and
his hips bucked up in a silent demand for more friction. Memories of
the dream he had had suddenly flared up in his mind and he
instinctively grabbed Friedrich's body a little tighter, reassuring
himself that his lover was both present and healthy.

Friedrich ignored the nails that dug into his back through the
thin material of his shirt, seeing the fear that had momentarily
appeared in his lover's eyes. His own hands slipped under the
Constable's shirt, trying to heighten his lust and make him forget
whatever memories had scared him. He played with the nipples,
pinching and stroking them to hardness, drawing tiny moans and mewls
from his lover's mouth.

While the Hessian played with his chest Ichabod found it hard to
concentrate, but he managed to pull his lover's shirt off his
shoulders, feasting his eyes on the Horseman's strong muscular chest.
His hands stroked down the strong back, over the firm ass and towards
the heavy bulge in the front of Friedrich's pants.

A moan slipped from the Horseman's lips as he felt his lover's
hands on his arousal, the touch barely tangible through the thick
material of his trousers. The fingers that finally freed his
throbbing cock were still a little hesitant,
but they were a lot surer than they had been during their first
night. Friedrich had to smile as he recalled his lover's insecurity
and innocence, but the smile was quickly replaced by an open mouthed
moan as Ichabod started to stroke him.

Their lips met in another heated kiss while Friedrich reached for
Ichabod's trousers and pulled them off, drawing a sigh from his
lover's lips as his fingertips brushed his cock. Usually he might
have teased his young beloved with featherlight
touches, but this time he didn't have the patience to wait.

Adrenaline was still filling his veins, the triumph he had felt
over defeating the witch needing an outlet. Almost as if he could
feel his desperate need Ichabod let his
legs fall open, baring his most vulnerable place to his lover's
touch.

In the past Ichabod might have felt ashamed for acting so
wantonly, but the desire, love and lust Friedrich made him feel
burned away such unimportant concerns. The first slick finger easily
slipped into his passage and he couldn't help craving for more.

The second finger followed quickly, their mouths once again fusing
in a seductive battle of tongues, that was only broken when Friedrich
crooked his finger, hitting Ichabod's prostate and forcing a small
gasp of pleasure from his lips.

Their gazes met, filled with burning fire and Friedrich felt his
need expand to almost unbearable proportions. His body was demanding
to sheath himself in his lover's tight
heat, driving him almost mad with desire.

Before he could ask Ichabod whether he
was ready slim legs wrapped around his torso, pressing their bodies
closer together in a silent demand. Friedrich couldn't have made his
lover wait even if he would have wanted to, his own need was far too
great.

A single thrust and he was buried in the heavenly heat of his
beloved's body, resting for a moment before he set a swift pace.
Their lips met in a frantic kiss, muffling the moans and groans that
slipped from their mouth's as their hips moved in a frantic rhythm.
Faster and harder and deeper and more, bringing both of them higher
and higher.

A scream slipped from Ichabod's lips as Friedrich's hand wrapped
around his cock, pushing him over the edge with a few well-timed
strokes. His cum coated the Horseman's stomach, while the rippling of
his inner walls forced his lover into ecstasy.

Both of them panted heavily, their bodies still united and their
gazes locked. “Ich liebe dich, mein kleiner Engel.” (1)

A happy, sated smile spread over Ichabod's face, his voice already
heavy with drowsiness as he replied. “I love you, too.”
Then he let himself be claimed by sleep, the Hessian following him
quickly. And out of the dark shadows Daredevil's red eyes watched
them, standing guard over his two sleeping masters.

THE END

(1) I love you, my little angel.

I want to say thanks to everybody who read, rated and reviewed
this story. You were the ones that kept it alive and I thank you for
you patience with my sometimes slow writing. This is all for now and
maybe I'll see you at one of my other stories.

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