Continued....
"Mandoline?"He whispered softly. She stirred, and opened her eyes."Leave me be, Edward. Maybe in time, I can forgive you!"She replied softly, her eyes closing, her body limp and weak.

His anger returned, and with it his rage. "Impossible my dear! You beleive because I am cold and thoughtless, I do not love? You think I have not tried to cease my passion for you? I am addicted to you!" He shook her, trying to make her look at him.
"You do not love me Edward!"She replied, struggling to get up. "Your passion has turned into some twisted, relentless passion many, many years ago.Now let me go!"She pulled away and ran to the door.
He laughed a hollow laugh, as he watched her desperately pulling at the door. "Do you think you can escape?After all I have done to find you? I have the key, my love. Tell me, my sweet,if I had not, where would you go in the city of water?
Mandoline sank down, here mouth dry with fear. "When Henri returns, he will kill you, Edward. Leave me be, I beg of you!"She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears.
"Henri will do nothing, cherie. Not tonight or any other night!"Edward pulled her to her feet and held her tightly.
Mandoline's eyes widened in horror. "You killed him!"She gasped, staggering backwards. "You murderer!Murderer!She screamed, lunging towards him. He grabbed her wrists with ease, and smiled at her cruelly.
Edward laughed again, caressing her cheek. "Not yet,Mon amour, ma douce.But we do not want him to meet a watery grave, do we cherie? Nobody finds the bones...."He trailed off, whispering softly. "Of a drowned man."
He leaned closer, his voice scarcely a whisper. "So come quietly, mon petit traitre!Or the jaws of hell could open for your ignorant lover sooner than you would imagine." He roared with laughter and the longing for revenge.He kissed her softly and drew from under his cloak a familiar, velvet cloak.
Mandoline took the cloak, shaking. She fell back against the wall. She would never let him kill poor, innocent Henri.She had no alternative-she had to go.

* * * *

Edward pushed her down the stairs, throwing the cloak over his trembling prisoner. He opened the door, and led her into the gondola.The black water lapped around the boat as the ferryman rode the boat away. No doubt he was terrified of his master, Mandoline thought.
She sat limply, gazing over the side, refusing to show any emotion.Edward leaned forward and grabbed her frozen hand.
"The sun will never dawn again for your foolish lover. I have been starved too long of your presence. Now he shall suffer, as I did for so very, very long."He searched her face for emotion, but she showed nothing, only cold remorse.
"It is strange, my love."He murmured, as he gazed into the glittering eyes he had fallen in love with. "I came to Venice to make you repay for your deeds.But..."He trailed off, grasping her tiny wrist. "I wonder if your engagement ring still fits!"He laughed softly.
Mandoline looked at him in horror. "I would rather die than be your bride!"She hissed, watching his eyes darken in rememberance of the past.
"My dear, do not speak so briskly. I am one for keeping promises.You do not wish to lie in the catacombs just yet."Edward tightened his grip.
Mandolline shook her head, her face white. "Votre tombe sera ici. Henri va vous tuer!" She pulled away, Edward seething with rage.
"He does not deserve you , Mandoline."Edward narrowed his eyes. "He is of no wealth or importance.You could marry a prince and you choose a penniless lawyer!



There IS more to this chapter....wait and see....

I am writing chapter 7 currently-I have redone the last 3 chapters-and I have settled on one chapter a week. This is the first of 25 chapters-so be warned- this is a very long and detailed book! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Man He Had Become

It was late winter in venice, the snow thick and blinding, hiding the water's dark secret. Mandoline , Edward's runaway bride, lay alone in her chamber, listening to the wind howling outside like a cursed soul.
The windows were open, The curtains billowing in the cold night wind. Mandoline lay in bed, watching the fire light dancing on the chandelier.It was nearly midnight, and the snow was thicker than ever. She was not tired- but the thought of staying alone downstairs terrified her.
In the shadows, she heard a laugh. She span around, and climbed out of bed. By the window, she saw a tall, dark familiar figure.
He staggered closer, and the fire illuminated his cruel face. "Good evening, my love."He whispered, coming closer. She backed away, but he grabbed her throat.He leaned forward, watching her struggle in his arms.
He forced her to look at him. " Still so defiant, my sweet?" He mocked. "I thought I had broken you years ago." She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. "Still,I won't make that mistake again." He laughed, and grabbed her wrist. "I will enjoy every second of pain I inflict you with." He leaned closer.
"You are my betrothed, my love. Tell me, do you still despise me?"He held fast, only inches away from her.
"I despise you!"Mandoline hissed. "I am joyous in your absence!" She pushed herself away, but he laughed. He through her against the wall.
"I love you too, my sweet."He looked down, and pulled a necklace from her neck in horror. "Who gave you this?"He snarled. He was furious with his own stupidity. why, he had taken all her inheritence, so she was penniless with out him. Of course, it was obvious now. She had loved another man, who had aided her escape and returned her love. He shook with anger and desire.

"A far better man then you!"Mandoline gasped, as he tightened his grip around her neck.He roared in rage, and threw the chain onto the fire.He punched her and she fell to the floor.

"YOU BELONG TO ME!"He roared in torment, shaking her furiously. "So this is what you do to me!"He cried. "Run away to the arms of another the very night you agreed to marry me!"
"I never loved you!"She wept, as he grabbed a poker from the flames."It was the only way I could escape!"
"Say you love me, Mandoline!" He cried, half in pain, half in anger. "Say it!" He raised the poker higher.Mandoline struggled in his arms, sobbing in fear.
"I can't Edward!I can't! Its not true!"Mandoline wept, her eyes wide with fear."I could never love you!Please! Let me go! What have I done to you?"She sank down, Edward staring at her in despiration.
She was still so beautiful, even now. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, her dark hair tumbling down her back. In a plain white nightdress she looked just like she had on her wedding night.
He hated her when she looked at him like that. They reflected to monster he had become, his love becoming a twisted obsession, his strength so easily broken.
And she didnt love him.He would have died for her, he would have done anything for her - and yet she refused him.
He punched her again, watching the blood run down her lips and down her neck. Her eyes fluttered to a close, her body limp in his arms. Had he killed her?He could not live with out her- she was his reason the breathe, the wind in his face, the passion in his heart.





To be continued...THIS isnt the end of the chapter-but i will write more later!

First Entry

Ok- my first blog. This seems rather weird to write-Like writing a public diary! Anyway, my name is Madelaine Hanson, and I live very near Cambridge.I love writing and reading- not to mention acting...
I hope this will be reasonably interesting to someone- although that is not really why I am writing it.No, this is really an update on my life- not exaggerated or changed to suit me. So there! Lately, I have been working on a new book- Jealousy.
Say what you will, I really love writing. Ok- I am only fourteen in february- but I can honestly say I love write more then anything else I do. Currently, I am on chapter 5- massive progress from last month!
This book is about the world we know-and the unknown world beneath the waters of Venice. In the twisted passage ways of the city of water, there lies a dark and unknown secret.For underneath the glittering ripples of the city, an untold tale of the two fated lovers is about to be told, the story of the broken mirror...
I have decided to put the first few paragraphs here- please bear with me, this is just a draft! Also, please try to ignore my spelling- it leaves much to be desired!

Forward

Twisted obsessions

High on the valley, Monsieur Indoute looked down on the sleeping city below him. Somewhere, in the swirling snow and labyrinth of water, his treacherous bride lay waiting.Angrily, he forced his horse into a gallop.Yes, he would find her before the night had ended, and then he would know of his suffering.

It had been a year since she had left him, leaving him broken and ruined.It had been the night before their wedding. And she had escaped, dressed in her pale muslin wedding-gown,so innocent-so perfect.

Far away he could hear her gentle voice in the wind. She was sobbing, screaming his name over the cry of the wolves.Her weeping had irratated him.Her relentless sorrow and longing had brought him to the brink of insanity.

She should have been happy to wed him.She was the envy of all the girls in Venice.But she had despised him. He had tried to stop loving her- but the more he threatened, grovelled or beat her , the more he had loved her, and the more she hated him.

He had been forced to kill her father, to make her realise just how much power he possessed.But she had escaped his murderous grasp. Leaving him mad with anger and desperate for revenge, he had vowed to find her and make her pay for his suffering.

Yes, he thought. He would enjoy making her suffer. She would regret her actions bitterly. She would return to him as his bride.

The snow fell thickly, the wind howling past him like the demons of hell, forcing their master on to find the escaper of his wrath.

That is all I can write for now-I shall show you more later.Have to go-work to do and things to be done! Life stops for no one! Until next time,

Madelaine-Lucie Hanson