I can't wait for the next chapter! You know I enjoyed all your fanfic but this one is very very very very romantic.... Just the right amount of action, a lot of Alistair and Rebecca... and their growing feelings towards each other
Post by sweetrosie29 on Jul 29, 2014 0:23:09 GMT -5
are just a few of my feelings about this story and I'm loving it more and more as each chapter is posted and check daily so please please give us another great chapter soon becuase this is how romance should be wrote.
Post by hopefulromantic on Jul 29, 2014 23:49:08 GMT -5
Ok, I've been "off the grid" for a few weeks but I am SO glad to be back! Not spending time with my BATB fanmily has made me feel like something was missing! Weird, right?
Anyway, I'm thrilled and disappointed at the same time that there were more chapters to read, but not that many chapters to read... The story has sucked me in and the craving is there for more, more, more!
I have to say that I'm relieved that it has been said that they won't be going back to Alistair and Rebecca's story in Season 3 of the show. I want the picture of your story to be crystal clear in my head. I don't want THEM to mess with the fabulous world YOU have created!
Ya'll--I humbly apologize for being so long in updating. Real life intruded for a time, lol. Hope you've had a good week. xx Here you go...
The middle of the road in the dead of night was no place for questions. Or indecision. Charlie raised his eyebrows at him.
“Go,” Alistair told him. “We’ll take Chameleon and follow at a slower pace. Get Miss Reynolds’ sister to the manor as quickly as you can.”
As Charlie nodded and headed off in the direction of Bridgewood, Alistair turned and took in the lady before him, and once again was shaken by his body’s reaction to her. Those mesmerizing eyes searched his.
“Are you able to ride?” he asked finally. “Chameleon may look menacing, but he’s a kitten at heart, especially toward women. I’ll walk alongside.” Without waiting for agreement, he scooped her up and placed her onto the horse’s back, but when she refused to grab the reigns, he looked up at her.
She stroked the horse’s mane. “Of course I can ride, my lord, but surely this great beast of a horse can bear both our weight? I’ll not ride alone while you, who are injured yourself,” she said with a glance at his shoulder, “are left to walk.” She started to slide off Chameleon’s back. Alistair grabbed her arm.
She gasped and both of them froze.
“I beg your pardon,” he said after several beats, and immediately removed his hand.
Rebecca watched the man before her turn and look anywhere but at her. At the touch of his hand she could have sworn she’d seen a spark of fire in his eyes, although that was most certainly imagined. Yet there was something . . . elemental between them. She’d felt it the first time their eyes met in the ballroom, then down on the beach, and again just now. Why did he turn away? A man of his looks and intelligence should have an endless supply of confidence, especially where females were concerned. Lord knew she was acquainted with enough men who overflowed with it. And yet this one . . . was he shy? Yet he’d taken ample command of the situation on the road and dealt with her sister and Jason with such exceeding expertise, she couldn’t fathom it. No, a mild and reserved demeanor didn’t suit Alistair MacGregor. He exuded power and strength.
Seeing his reticence, she picked up the reigns and nudged the horse into a slow walk. “You never answered my question.”
She sighed. “Rebecca, please. Were you and the recently departed Dr. Bridgewood related?”
It was a moment before he replied. “Acquainted . . . for a time. We’d parted ways after a particularly trying . . . incident. I was as surprised as anyone to learn his entire estate had been left to me.”
“How odd! Yet you left your practice and moved here. If you had no feelings for the man, why did you not just sell the place?”
Alistair looked into the middle distance. “Although Bridgewood and I had our differences and separated under uncomfortable circumstances, I admired his early work.” He turned to her with a slight smile. “I hope to discover some of his research here. If not, perhaps I’ll become a gentleman farmer.”
“Oh, but you’re so young! Think of the good you could do as a physician. There are many here who could benefit from another doctor in their midst. I know I am grateful beyond words for your help this night. My driver no doubt owes you his life, and my sister—”
“Had we been left alone on that road, I’m terrified to think what might have happened.”
The cart in front of them disappeared around the bend in the distance and suddenly Rebecca became aware of how shockingly alone they were. In the dark. She studied the woods lining the road and felt a cold chill snake through her body. The horse plodded along.
“My lord—A-Alistair?” The name felt awkward and wonderfully intimate at the same time.
“Yes?” His voice was a low rumble beside her.
“The men who attacked us—”
“Thieves. Of the worst sort." He waved her concern away. "They passed me on the road earlier. Give no thought to their fate, my lady. They had only ill intentions.”
“But . . . Jason didn’t kill them.”
Alistair looked up sharply. Still in shock though she might be, Miss Reynolds was no simpering, weak female. Of that he was certain. She’d scaled that cliff in the dark as if she’d done it a thousand times, and he’d felt the strength of her core when he’d held her. But her voice trembled now.
“It was the animal, wasn’t it?”
He watched her scan the moon-lit woods on either side of them.
“I saw the claw marks—just like on your shoulder. Are we safe? I mean, what if he’s still out there, watching—”
He studied her. She was clutching the reigns as if hanging on for dear life. “Rebecca, are you all right?”
She shook her head and laughed but it came out as a gasp. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not that cold out and yet I’m shivering and can’t seem to hold on—”
Alistair kicked himself. How had he failed to notice? Her calm, easy banter from earlier was just a façade. The rigid posture of her back and her white-knuckled fists betrayed her fear. She was barely managing to sit up straight, and cold as ice. He looked down the long road and knew there would be no help from that quarter. The cart was too far ahead. He swore under his breath and made his choice—not that there was any real choice to be made—and swung up behind her surrounding her with his cloak and body heat. They both sucked in a breath at the contact.
“You need have no fear. I will allow nothing and no one to harm you or your sister,” he said fiercely.
Rebecca stiffened. Then, by slow degrees—and perhaps plain exhaustion—she sagged into his embrace.
All Alistair could do was breathe. Other than their brief contact on the beach, he hadn’t really held a woman since before the ‘incident.’ But this wasn’t just any woman. Without understanding why—and by all that was holy, he had no right to even think it—but at some base level he instinctively knew she was his.
From their earlier contact, he recognized how dangerous even the thought of that was—to her. While she saw him as savior, he was little better than the raiders who lay dead on the side of the road. One moment’s loss of control and she’d be as lifeless as they. He seared that image into his brain and let it fuel his resolve. It took a will of iron to keep his hands and thoughts to himself. And a heavy toll. An hour later, even Chameleon sensed his heightened tension.
Yes, one tiny jump in his adrenalin, and—No. He’d slit his own throat before harming this mystical creature who trusted him with her life and had literally melted into his warmth.
Strands of her silky locks tickled his face and set every hair on his arms at attention. Oh, Rebecca Reynolds, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. And neither did he.
They rode in silence. While at first the dark and isolation had been terrifying, now it felt private, intimate. Sensual.
Surrounded by the warm embrace of his cloak, Rebecca closed her eyes and let the great horse’s rhythm lull her into a place where time and events no longer existed. Only the two of them riding together. This man made her feel many things, but none of them was fear. The way he held her was neither too tight nor too loose, too familiar or too distant. Just . . . tantalizing. Inordinately satisfying, and yet she wanted so much more.
A million questions danced at the end of her tongue, but none made an appearance out of her mouth. Where did he hail from? What family did he have? What research was he after and why? What did he treasure? What did he hate? What were his passions? And why was he uncomfortable around her? Or was it just all women?
Either his horse was psychic or Alistair MacGregor guided him with such sleight-of-hand commands that it was as if he and the creature were one. But all too soon it came to an end. His softly spoken words roused her out of her reverie.
A single set of lantern sconces illuminated the double-wide entryway. Beyond that, she could see very little in the darkness but the vague impression of ancient stone covered in a pattern of ivy climbing the walls of the two-story manor house.
The cart full of goods sat forgotten near the stairway, the horse still tethered to it, rooting quietly at the ground for something to eat.
Behind her, Alistair MacGregor grunted in disgust. He began to dismount when the door flew open and his single man-servant, Charles, bounded out.
“Your sister’s resting peacefully in the upstairs bedroom, Miss.”
“Oh, thank you, sir!”
“Where did you put her?” she heard Alistair ask him under his breath.
“First chamber of the north wing. Mrs. Millhouse helped put the room to rights and is with her now.”
Alistair gathered ‘Millhouse’ must be the surname of their newly acquired servants he had yet to formally greet. He nodded. “Prepare another chamber for Miss Reynolds then see to the horse,” he directed, swung a leg over the back and dropped down to the earth. Then he reached up and lifted the lovely and still satisfyingly warm Miss Reynolds to the ground. At least he’d done that much for her.
“You’ll no doubt want to see your sister right away. I’ll take the cart and return to the coach for your belongings.”
Rebecca grabbed his arm. “Oh, please don’t leave us.” When he looked startled, she added. “I-I mean, my sister may yet have need of you. And while Isabella may think she can’t survive a day without her gowns, I assure you there’s nothing there to warrant you returning at such a time of night with danger in the area."
“Rebecca. Please indulge me, my lord. I’ve been terrified enough for one night. I don’t wish to spend it the rest of it worrying over you.”
Alistair stared. Worrying over him? He searched her face. Yes, she was no longer in shock but she did look exhausted from worry. He reluctantly nodded and offered his arm. “Please excuse the sorry state of my demesne. We’ve only recently arrived and the Millhouses are the first help I’ve hired—”
“My lord, if you can show me to my sister and a bed, any bed, you could live in a dungeon and I’d happily forgive you.”
His gut clenched. She meant her words in kindness, but she had no idea what they did to him. Any bed?
After seeing to their guests, unloading the cart and showing the older couple to some temporary quarters in a bunkhouse just off the estate, Alistair headed into the study and poured himself a drink.
Charlie found him there not long after.
“How in hell did this happen?” Alistair spoke without turning. “I have not one but two young, beautiful females under my roof.”
“Amazin’, ain’t it? That Miss Rebecca—I think she’s got an eye for you.”
Alistair swiveled around in his chair. Not a damn thing he could do about it! “This is nothing to joke about, Charlie. I should have left them at the side of the road. They’d have been immensely safer. Someone would have come along eventually.”
“Gor, how can ye say such a thing, Doc? You were the only one capable of saving them from the likes of them thievin—”
Alistair’s eye glowed with a rush of anger.
Charlie ignored him. “An you couldna done it, anyway, being the gen’lman you is—”
“A ‘gen’lman’ who kills people in anger at the drop of a hat! Something you should definitely keep in mind, Charles. And I told you not to call me ‘Doc.’”
“Well, blast, the truth be out now anyway, hey? Besides, you didn’t like ‘milord,’” Charlie grumbled, ignoring the threat.
“Why not Alistair? That is my name.”
Charlie cringed. “Ach, that’s too bloody high flown for my tastes. How ‘bout Al?”
Alistair growled and Charlie snickered. “Doc it is, then.” At a second growl, he picked up his hat. “I’ll be goin’ to see about that coach, now, I guess.” He looked pointedly at his friend’s glass, but Alistair ignored him, swiveling back around. Charlie left on a laugh.
Rebecca listened to Isabella’s soft, rhythmic breathing. She had roused for a few moments, then fallen back to sleep, but at least it was a peaceful slumber. If only she could do the same. Although she’d told Mr. MacGregor—Alistair—that she was exhausted, sleep just wouldn’t come. She’d lain down beside her sister on the bed for a time, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shut her eyes or turn off her very active brain. Yellow eyes glowing from the woods. Otherworldly sounds. Gunfire, and shrieks of terror. It was all too much.
Mr. MacGregor had come in once to check on Isabella, but it had been very brief. Too brief. After that, Mrs. Millhouse had seen to their needs, although a bit begrudgingly. The woman didn’t seem too happy to be there and had muttered repeatedly that this was no place for ‘innocent young females of obvious breeding,’ whatever that meant. Not like they’d invited themselves or anything! How dare she be rude to her new employer when he’d been the picture of kindness to them. She sighed and shook off her frustration. It only fueled her negative thoughts.
Finally, she lit another candle with a nearby taper and headed out of the room. There must be books or a library somewhere in the huge house. Finding the end of the dark hallway, she headed down the stairs.
At the bottom, she scanned the wide space. To the left, a single door, slightly ajar, boasted a soft glow beneath it, the only sign of life. Someone must have left a candle burning. Her father often did that as both he and she were poor sleepers and frequently sought reading material in the wee hours. She couldn’t count the number of times they’d run into each other coming or going.
She entered and clicked the door closed behind her and held up her light. A dark, rumbling voice spoke from the darkness.
“You shouldn't be here."
Rebecca jumped so, the candle gutted and went out, leaving just the glow from the fireplace for illumination.
“Go home, Georgie. I told you—I can’t give you what you need.”
Georgie? She was pretty sure his man-servant’s name was Charlie. “My lord?”
His dark form rose from the chair near the hearth and came toward her. The soft clink of a glass on stone as he set it down said he’d been drinking. The man was immense, and in the shadows even larger. Rebecca took a step back but found herself against the now-closed door.
“I’ve done everything I can to warn you away. Why won’t you listen?”
“B-b-but, I just—”
“Don’t you understand? I don’t have the strength to stay away.”
She smelled his warm breath, laced with liquor, as he loomed over her. Realizing he wasn’t in his right mind and might not know who she was or what he was doing, she straightened and held a hand out. But before she could speak his lips were on her temple, searing a trail of fire past her cheek and down her neck. Her entire body shivered.
Rebecca hadn’t experienced that kind of heart-pounding passion ever in her life—and her brief life had included a number of suitors and stolen kisses. But none like this. Elemental. Primordial. Pure desire.
Before she could speak, his lips covered hers and his hands wound around her middle, drawing her close. A shocking range of sensations overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help it—she groaned. At the sound, he pulled away just slightly, breathing hard. Her eyes half closed, she had only a faint impression of yellow light flashing around them before he put his forehead to hers. But that didn’t make any sense. She faced the fire and the only ambient light in the room, not he.
“I know what you want, but you don’t understand what you do to me,” he said, and with a grunt, tore himself away. “Go. Escape while you can.”
When she didn’t react fast enough, he roared. “Run!”
Rebecca opened her eyes. Had she fallen asleep? The coach was pitch black but she could hear her sister moaning. Raiders! Shots in the night. Men yelling angrily. Then a guttural growl followed by screams of terror. She wanted desperately to move, to run, but felt frozen. If she remained still as a statue, would it pass them by, or could he sense she was there? She frowned. He? When had the frightful animal become a he?
Her sister made another noise and she started to panic. No! He’d hear them!
Just then a hand touched her hair and she sat up with a gasp. Isabella blinked at her from the bedcovers.
“Oh! You’re awake. Thank heavens.”
Isabella started to move, then grunted in pain and reached for her head. “Ow.”
“Dearheart, does it still hurt? You hit your head.”
Isabella blinked again and scanned the dimly lit and unfamiliar room. “On what? Where are we?” She frowned in distaste. “This doesn’t look like Aunt Helen’s—”
“You’re safe and being cared for; that’s all that matters.” Rebecca hugged her sister. “There were thieves on the road. The coach overturned. Don’t you remember?”
Isabella endured the smothering for only a moment, then pushed her sister away and studied her more critically. “Your hair is a mess,” she said.
Leave it to Isabella to point out her shortcomings at such a time. Her world revolved around fashion. Rebecca self-consciously smoothed her hair back with a hand. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Or, wait. Had it been a dream that she’d wandered down the stairs into that dark and dangerous lair? She flushed deep red at the thought.
“Why are you blushing?”
“What?” Rebecca straightened. “I-I’m just so happy you’re awake and talking! You’ve been asleep for forever.” Soft light filtering through the window indicated it was morning. She jumped up. “You must be famished. I’ll go and see what I can find.”
Before her sister could protest, she ran from the room.
Last Edit: Aug 2, 2014 22:25:43 GMT -5 by Windflwr
This is beauuutiful Windflwr the journey that characters go through while they fall in love with each other until they declare their love is always my favorite part en every love story and you're writing it perfectly..
keep going please I can't wait for Rebecca's dreams to actually come true (not that soon pretty please? )
Post by hopefulromantic on Aug 3, 2014 21:38:24 GMT -5
Windflwr, you rock! I absolutely love the slow, tantalizing way you're getting them together. The pull is there, and it is practically palpable. It's dripping with romance and I can only say, KEEP IT COMING! But I totally understand how 'real life' is higher priority over Hiatus-stricken Beasties.
Yes, I'm confused too as to who Georgie is. Perhaps it is the woman from Alistair's past? Before or after he was turned into a beast? I'm really enjoying the mystery here! And I like getting to know Charlie a little more each chapter--what an awesome character! Interaction between him and Isabella coming, maybe? Isabella being sick so that they have to stay at Bridgewood reminds me of Pride and Prejudice (I love the movie!).
I look forward to the next chapter very impatiently!
Where are all of my fellow Stalker Group members?!
Post by Savana_ Dying for season3! on Aug 4, 2014 3:22:06 GMT -5
Sybil (Windflwr)... this story only gets better and better! I LOVED ALL OF IT!! Love the way your are developing the story... the pull is obvious, the constaint, awww.... loving it!! When you described the ride on the horse I couldn't help it and thought about Outlander which recently premiered and has a very similar scene... aww... I'm a romance sucker and these details are everything to me!!!
Btw, no need to apologise for having a life! If it were for us, you would be writting day and night and updating this thread ever 2 days!!! but we totally understand you have a life!, thank God so every chapter you write is a gift!!!
Muas muas! and thank you so much for creating this story, I think you exceeded yourself with this one!! and the fact of having Jay and KK faces and voices and manners in my head... sigh... I thank you for that! my withdrawal seems less hard thanks to you!!!
You all are so sweet! I know many have taken a step back from BATB with the long hiatus. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
In truth, unlike my other stories, I don't have a full-fledged game plan figured out for this story yet. I'm sort-of making it up as I go along. Of course, it really helps to know the characters and their basic story. Having a blast! Feels like I'm writing a novel before your eyes, lol. Might end up being as long, anyway..... i'm guessing that will be a good thing. (Too bad I can't sell it!) xx
Oh, and Savana, I haven't seen Outlander yet. Maybe I need to....
alwayscrazedbatbfan: Food for Beastie Thought and Consumption---At what moment did you KNOW that VINCAT were meant to be? Was it a particular line or scene? Did they fall for one another at the same time? WAS it fate or choice?
Jan 19, 2017 17:33:28 GMT -5
BeastieBoy: As soon as Cat said "You're him" in the Pilot.
Jan 22, 2017 2:38:47 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: Oh, but that MOMENT on Vincent's bed when he tends to her wounds. And then when he tells his story, and she touches his face JUST so sad and feeling his pain. The Pilot was just MADE for those special VinCat Moments!
Jan 25, 2017 19:19:46 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: FELLOW BEASTIES, check SERIES REWATCH thread to confirm date and time to start the BATB REWATCH with the beloved "Pilot" episode!!! Whohoo! Sharing romantic VinCat journey with fellow Beasties again!! COME WATCH WITH US!!
Jan 26, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -5
DayaBEASTS4: Catherine Chandler Happy New year dear! many blessing and happy moments to you and all forum lil late but intention is what counts
Feb 1, 2017 18:57:29 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: I agree, Daya. It was Love at First Sight, even if neither of them realized it at the time. (And he was secretly following her and checking in on her all those years later. . . .AND saved that newspaper article that let him know who she was!
Feb 8, 2017 18:02:33 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: Beasties, don't forget WEDNESDAY NIGHT BATB EPISODE REWATCHES!!! Experience the joy of revisiting VINCAT MOMENTS with fellow Beasties! Come watch with us!
Feb 8, 2017 19:56:55 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: HEY DAYABEASTS4!! Was wondering where you were at! We are doing the episode rewatches under the "Series Rewatch" thread. Just so it is easy to find. However, if others want, we could open a New Thread each week under the episode title. LET ME KNOW!
Feb 22, 2017 21:05:11 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: Would LOVE to have more Beasties involved in the rewatches. You really DO get so much more out of the episodes when knowing where the series is going to go. There is SO MUCH I MISSED in 2012 when it first came on!
Feb 22, 2017 21:06:26 GMT -5
alwayscrazedbatbfan: Hey, DVD box set of the series being released!! Anyone know what is specifically contained in the box set as far as extras???
May 3, 2017 16:44:31 GMT -5
AlisongladaboutSeason4: I'm sorry to say that the complete lack of info about the special features on the Complete Series Box set leads me to believe that there will be NO new content, just a repeat of the special features on the individual series box sets. Hope I'm wrong though!
May 25, 2017 15:09:33 GMT -5
Mei: Millions of thanks, you are fantastic !! If I have seen and read things from her, it was in case you had interviews that I had not read like Rolling Stone.Videos yes I saw hundreds, but I like to read them . Thanks, thanks!! Happy Thrusday!!! Mwahss!!
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