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A winter's tale	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Sleepy Hollow Views: 18378 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sleepy Hollow, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It's been ages, but I'm
finally able to post the next chapter. It is set during the movie. I
also want to say some belated thanks to Obsidian_Butterfly for
leaving me a review.

Chapter 2 – Sleepy Hollow

Bringing Daredevil
around the horseman followed the head's tumble down the small hill,
startling as he noticed the young man lying on the ground. It
couldn't be. But he knew that it was true, although he had no eyes to
see the youth's face.

Georg. He could clearly
feel the young man's presence and knew that he contained his lover's
soul. Never had he expected to see him again so soon. But at the
moment he had no chance to pursue the love he had lost, bound to the
witch's command as he was. He had loathed her from the moment she had
stolen his head, but never as much as at that moment.

He wished to stay on
top of the hill a little longer and enjoy the presence of his lover's
soul, but he could also feel her command to return and bring her the
Magistrate's head. The head which had come to rest at the bottom of
the hill, right between the youth's legs.

Fear was pouring off
the young man in waves and the Hessian was sorry that he would have
to add to that fear to collect the head. But there was no way around
it. He couldn't hope to win this soul's trust as long as he was
headless and under the dark witch's spell.

Pushing Daredevil
forward he rode towards the young man. The war steed tried to resist
his command, unwilling to thunder straight towards the man he
recognized as one of his former masters. Georg had been the only one
beside himself that Daredevil had tolerated and now the horse wished
to reaffirm that bond.

Mentally telling his
steed that it wasn't yet time the horseman forced his ride to obey,
swiftly collecting the head and returning to the forest
he haunted.

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His worst fear had been
that the young man would leave after their encounter, but he proved
to possess the bravery that the Hessian had always admired in Georg.
He had ridden into the Western woods, hoping to find answers to his
many questions.

The Hessian was resting
inside the Tree of the Dead, the portal between the two worlds he
called his home. But he was not completely without knowledge of the
waking world. The birds and every living thing in the woods were his
eyes and ears, telling him of his Georg's progress in his pursuits.

Constable Crane was the
name his spies picked up from the boy following his lover's
reincarnated soul. Wondering whether or not
his first name was Georg like it had been in the last life, the
Hessian watched as his beloved visited the witch of the Western woods
and entered the path that lead to his grave. He felt displeasure stir
in his mind as the white witch joined them. She had no right to
compete for his Georg's heart.

The soul had not only
kept the bravery of his lover, but obviously also his inquisitive
mind. The tree around him was stirring in pain and displeasure as the
Constable's ax injured it's skin. It wanted
to destroy the mortal who dared to touch it, but the Hessian
commanded the tree to stay still.

Just like the tree he
became restless when the young man started digging up his grave, but
the horseman trusted him to not steal more of his bones. It wasn't
greed and bitterness that drove him like it had the dark witch, but
rather a curiosity and a wish to know. If there was someone who could
help him gain his head, it was this man, who not only felt like the
soul of his beloved Georg, but from what the birds had seen also
looked remarkably like him.

Ichabod. That was the
name the white witch had called him. The horseman was slightly
disappointed that he wasn't called Georg, but it was only a name. No
matter what he was called now it was the soul of his beloved that
rested in the beautiful youth.

The dark witch's
calling shook him out of his musings, commanding him to collect more
heads. Swiftly ordering Daredevil to his side he mounted his horse
and burst forth from the portal, feeling the shocked gazes of the
Constable and his two companions on
himself. Unable to resist the temptation he reeled Daredevil around,
facing his beloved before dashing off into the rapidly gathering fog
to do the witch's biding.

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The Hessian was
surprised when Ichabod appeared in Sleepy Hollow, obviously having
followed him. He had underestimated the man's bravery, but he hoped
that he had enough sense to stay out of his way. He had of course no
intention to hurt the Constable, but he would if it couldn't be
avoided.

At least he seemingly
had more sense than another young man, since he tried to prevent him
from attacking, but when he failed to do so he joined in the fight.
Trying his best to not injure his beloved the Hessian fought the
other man, caught by surprise when the Constable buried a scythe in
his back.

Caught somewhere
between laughter and anger he got it out of his back before jumping
up onto the roof of the bridge. His anger was completely directed at
the hot-headed fool who refused to give up on fighting him, even
though he had walked away three times. He would pay for his stupidy.

The sword thrust to
Ichabod's chest was merely for his beloved's safety, getting him out
of the way. The wound would heal soon enough and without the fear of
accidentally injuring the Constable hindering his movements the
Hessian easily overpowered the other young man, cutting him in half
with a quick move of sword and ax.

Casting a last glance
in the direction of his dark-haired beauty he turned away from the
bridge, amusement once again entering his mind as he heard the thud
of Ichabod's unconscious head hitting the
bridge. Just like Georg this one was faint of heart when the danger
had passed.

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A head for a head.
Finally. The kill that would free him from the witch's command. This
time she had demanded the white witch's head and for once the Hessian
was contend to do her biding. The meddlesome blonde child had gotten
too close to Ichabod for his liking. Her death would only serve his
own purpose.

He had hoped that it
would be simpler this time, but the Constable's presence complicated
matters once again. He needed to get him out of his way without
injuring him or he would never manage to kill the witch and regain
his head.

Calling Daredevil to
his side after the windmill had exploded he followed the carriage,
easily keeping up with them. Even though Ichabod shot him and forced
him to hang on to the carriage he still had the time to marvel at the
fact that the youth managed to stay on Daredevil's back. If he had
had any doubts that this was the reincarnation of his lover, they
were completely erased then, because
Daredevil had never accepted any other rider than him and Georg.

Unfortunately he simply
couldn't scare the Constable into giving up. He was just as stubborn
in his determination as Georg had been. And even though it threw him
back in his pursuit the Hessian had to admire the young man's courage
as he freed himself from the overturned carriage.

When the pistol shot
rang out through the otherwise silent woods he ran even faster,
fearing that the dark witch had injured his beloved. If he had had
his head he would have sighed in relief when he arrived at the tree.
The Constable was lying on the ground, momentarily knocked out, but
his heart was still beating.

And then he wrestled
the dark witch for his skull, while the horseman advanced on the
blonde girl. It pained him to know that his beloved tried to reach
his skull for her sake rather than his, but as soon as he was
complete again this would hopefully change.

Catching the skull that
was thrown at him he replaced it on his shoulders, flesh and muscle
knitting together again. And for the first time he saw the pale
beauty that contained his lover's soul with his own eyes.

Dark, slightly curly
hair, a finely cut, almost feminine face, pale skin, a lithe body and
the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Looking exactly like his
lost Georg. Involuntarily taking a step closer the Hessian stopped as
Ichabod hid behind the white witch, a look of horror on his face. It
was likely to take some time to bring the youth to his side.

But for now he had to
carry the dark witch to the underworld, a plan already forming in his
mind. He had been a patient strategist in life and he would be even
more so in death. The Constable was his, even if he didn't know it
yet.

TBC...
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