I did not.
His words, however, would be ingrained into my memory forever.
I would wait for my husband.
We were forced to sign a marriage contract, Constantine and I. I stared at it, absorbing it all before it was violently ripped away from me.
"And now…" The Minister smiled gleefully. "We shall take the offering and finish the ritual. You two shall do your part shortly after. We need his blood first." He left, leaving the door wide open.Our eyes shot to Kansas, who was crying and shaking in the corner.I flew to him.
"I didn't choose!" I explained. "I don't want this! I love you both!"Kansas looked up, his eyes red and terrified.
"I love you too. I don't want to die."
"You won't." Constantine was beside us. He cocked his head toward the door left open. "Go. Take her with you."
What? I blinked my tears away.
"You're not coming?"
"I can't. Not right away." We stood, and he put his hands on my shoulders. “Eisley, you need to go. I’ll be okay.”
“But you won’t! Constantine, I can’t leave without you!” Tears streamed down my face as Kansas's hand reached for mine and began to tug.
“You see this?” Constantine raised his necklace and grabbed the matching one around my neck. “It’s going to keep me going. Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t look back.Just run. Run, and I’ll catch up. I love you, Eisley.”
“I love you too Constantine.”
He shoved me into Kansas, and we bolted out. We ran as fast as we could, not looking back until we were out of the Church and deep into the forest. With each step came a sense of freedom, fear of being caught, and utter grief, knowing we would never truly ever leave the Church. We would never leave because he didn't.
Rule 64 - Constantine
Slashers don’t get days off.
“You waited for me.”I squeezed her hand, bringing her back.
“I did. I’m glad.” Her hands went to her neck, and her smile fell. Her ring was still missing.
"I don't have the necklace right now," she confessed.I knew this already. I’d asked Kansas about it and he’d smirked; the stupid grin on his face enough to tell me it was safe with him.
"I'll get it back." I looked off into the now pitch-dark cornfield. We were still at least a mile out.
"You're not mad at him?" Her expressive eyes grew large with worry.
"For being in love with you too? That doesn't seem fair to be mad at him for that."
She considered my words. I was careful in what I chose to say regarding Kansas. I wanted to see how she, as an adult now, handled what we were to each other.
She shuddered from a cold gust of wind. We’d left right when she got home from the tattoo shop, and she was still wearing a shorter dress. I wasn’t sure she even owned pants. I slid my jacket off and set it over her shoulders. She inhaled deeply and melted. I could almost hear her pussy crying. She pushed her arms through and snuggled into my warmth.
Just as things were starting to feel good between us, a piercing scream rang out from somewhere in the corn. We froze and suddenly Someone was sprinting out of the corn. Reflexively, I pulled her into my arms protectively.
She screamed as a gangly teen launched at us. He was wearing a Ghostface mask and had what I realized quickly was a large, plastic butcher’s knife. Eisley was so startled, she slipped from my arms and stumbled back, falling to the dirt. I launched at the guy, ripping his mask off and shoving him to the ground.
Two more people leapt out, donning the same mask and fake weapons. When I kept punching the teen, they pulled their masks off and stepped up to me.
“Hey, it was just a joke man. Let him go!” One of them reached for my shirt and tried to tug me off of him. “Don’t hurt him!”
“Just a joke?” I waved the mask I’d taken from the first one and waved it at them threateningly. “Isn’t this the mask the killer’s been wearing? That’s what the police said.” I stood and glared at them. It was so over the top, trying to fake genuine concern that a serial killer was running around.
