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Love Me When I'm Gone (Zarazel and Autumn)

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Savannah and Dylan couldn't wait any longer to be married. As high school sweethearts, young and completely in love, some felt they rushed into matrimony, barely graduating from college before taking a walk down the aisle. Though they both had landed excellent jobs- she a journalist and he a lawyer- they had college debts and student loans to pay. Thus, with the little money they had saved, they decided to have a modest wedding and complete forgo a honeymoon to purchase the home of their dreams.

It was a modest house built on a hill that was surrounded by a quiet little creek. The land was a blank canvas, and Savannah's blue eyes had brightened at the sight of it, visions of a vivacious garden filled with bright colors and exotic plants dancing through her head. The house was beautiful in an old-fashioned manner, the hardwood floors in nearly a perfect condition and the maintenance of the house extremely well-kept. The windows were large, granting the sun access to share its warm light. And, of course, there was the clawed porcelain tub. One look at her reaction and Dylan knew he had to purchase it for her.

The two spent the rest of the summer residing happily in their home. When she wasn't working, Savannah devoted the remainder of her time building a flower garden that would have shamed Eden. It was featured in the most prestigious magazines, the editors describing it as "paradise" and "a little piece of Heaven." The couple was proud of it- Savannah or her work and Dylan of his wife.

More often than not, fate is cruel. It breaks up homes, divides families, and ruins lives. It is always lurking around the corner, waiting to pounce on any unsuspecting victim. It can be pure devastation and drive even the most sane person to the brink of madness. Fate would rain down on this young family in a most tragic way, separating a man from his young wife; claiming her body from one world to the next.

Though he didn't know it, Dylan Sommers said his last good-bye to his wife on that foggy morning when she decided to take her morning run before work. His hands touched her long, blond waves for the last time; his lips melded to her warm mouth and his arms had their last embrace. When he told her he loved her it would be the final time that she would both hear it and return the phrase to him.

The curves were sharp and the man was running late. The fog was too thick to see ten feet past his face, much less to see the woman jogging on the shoulder. His wheels couldn't make the turn, thus when his truck skidded across the road it impacted into a hundred pounds of flesh. By the time he was able to climb from the vehicle to see what he had hit, it was far too late.

Unable to deal with the loss of his wife, and too heartbroken to continue her garden, Dylan sold the house to a realtor. It remained empty for years until one day someone purchased it from the bank. Fate stepped in once again and from beneath the ground, a woman was pulled from her eternal slumber. Blue eyes flew open and Savannah was awake again.
 
Jacob woke up, today would be the day he would move with his soon to be wife to their new house, finally he would have a family to call his own. Jacob was a simple man, he liked simple things and had a simple job. His way of acting got him to the top of the company, being vice president and a man who is more than capable of giving his family everything they want. He met his now fiancee on a boat trip he had gotten with his company a few years back. She was everything he wanted her to be, beautiful, and a great personality. He was perfect, the only thing left now was to marry and have a kid, thing that both of them wanted badly.

He stood up and walked around the house, the boxes of all their things in a corner, he went to take a bath. Kathleen, Jacobâ??s wife woke up when she heard the noise of the shower, she stretched and walked toward the kitchen to start making breakfeast. She groaned as she did wanted to move, but hated doing the work, she had to cooperate with him, he was not going to do all of that alone. She heard him get out and already had the coffee on the table, â??Morning hunâ?.

Jacob smiled grabbing the coffee and drinking some of it, he got dressed preatty fast and finished his coffee. He went to his car and opened the trunk, he started to unload the first stuff in it, the moving truck arrived and they started to put the stuff in it. After all of it was done he took one last look at his old house and drove away.

Two hours later he got into his new house with his wife by his side. He smiled and stretched, it looked like a good place to live, quiet and apart from all the noises of the city, it was the pefect house. He opened the door and went inside holding his lovers hand, she was exited and it looked obvious, they started the large work of getting everything out and settling in their new house.
 
When the real estate agent had contacted Jacob and her about the house, Kathleen had been hesitant at first. It was so far out into the country, a little bit too quiet for her own tastes. Jacob had convinced her to at least look at it before she made a final decision so she did. Like it had some magical ability, the house mesmerized her with its natural beauty and quaint charm. What she remembered most, though, was that garden. It was grown over and weedy, but she could tell that the previous owner had taken great care of it in its prime. She had even bent down to discover a rose blooming beneath a thorny bush.

Today was their day and though the work was extensive, she couldn't wait to get everything unpacked. "Jacob, why do you think the previous owners moved from this place?" She asked him, scooping up a few smaller boxes to carry inside. "It's such a beautiful place and that garden must have taken a lot of work." Whenever she had asked the realtor about it, he had simply smiled and told her that the country was just not for everyone.

The couple had had a mover bring up the larger pieces of furniture and set them up in the house already. Now all that was left was bringing in the details: the dishes, their clothes, and the decorations. Carrying the boxes into the kitchen, she placed them down on the cherry table. "Honey?" She called out, turning to inspect the space. In the corner of the room was an ornate china hutch. It was tall and majestic with a glass background and intricately carved shelves. "Did you see this hutch in here? I don't think it's ours, but it's really pretty."

The woman had a knack for antiques, and though she didn't think this piece was that old, it certainly made up for age with beauty. Reaching into a box, she retrieved their best china: a wedding gift from her mother. The blue and white pieces had been passed down from generation to generation and could be traced back to her great-great-grandmother's hay day. Placing some of them on the shelves inside the cabinet, she stepped back to admire how wonderful they looked.

The sunlight poured into the room, catching on a corner of the mirror. Something was being reflected, an etching into the glass. Leaning in, she ran her finger across the corner to see if it was a definite engraving; it was. Eyes strained to read the small script. "Savannah and Dylan, May Eleventh, Two-Thousand And Four."

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The voice seemed so far away yet so close. Someone was saying her name, reciting the date in which she and her husband had said their vows. When the world stopped spinning, Savannah was in her kitchen. Except, it couldn't possibly be here kitchen. Where were her pictures hanging on the wall? That was not her table. And the fresh flowers. . . where was the vase with the fresh flowers?

"Dylan?" The ghost called out, though she couldn't have possibly made an audible sound to living ears. "Dylan, where are you? Dylan!" Afraid of being alone, she was completely frantic. The ghost traveled the entire house, tearing in room after room, though she found at the end of her search that she had not left her spot in the kitchen.

"Honey?" Kathleen called out again. "This cabinet belonged to the previous owners, I guess. I can't understand why they would leave it behind. Maybe we should call the realtor and have him contact them to come get it. Look, it says Savannah and Dylan."

Her name was being called again, pulling her toward the woman standing at that hutch- her cabinet! Dylan had made that for her as a wedding present, and she remembered how lovely her Crystal looked there. Only now, someone else's china was adorning the shelves. Anger flashed through her as she sped toward them. "Who are you?" She demanded. "Get out of my house!" She screamed, bringing both of her fists down on the wooden surface. The cabinet jiggled, the pretty blue and white china flailing to the ground in a shattered heap.
 
Jacob was instructing the movers where to place all of the stuff. He had been wondering himself why would a couple leave this house, it was so beautiful. He shook his head thinking that most likely would be something that happened on the middle of it, like a family death or them braking up, a lot of things could had happened. After the movers were done placing the heavy stuff on the rooms he could breathe more easily, he payed the man and they drove off.

He heard his woman call him and walked toward her watching the engraving, â??I do not think it can be done, for the looks of it a couple of years had passed, they would be impossible to get a hold on, and besides if they left it here it must be because they didnâ??t want itâ?. He kissed her cheek and continued to move the heavy boxes to the rooms. As he sang softly a tune of metal he heard something break, rushing back he saw the china on the floor, â??What happened, are you okay?â?. He looked down at the china then at the place where kat had placed it, would be almost impossible for it to fall like that, but he did not gave it much thought to it. He helped her pick the peaces and place it in a corner, â??I will see if I can have that fixed later, it wonâ??t look the same but at least let me tryâ?. He was always a strong willed man, he thought he could do anything and if he instructed himself well he could, maybe why he could buy this house on the first place.

This was the first day of their new lives, they would do it alone. He sighed and knew it wonâ??t be easy, but he had a great wife and that was enough for him. After he was done moving the boxes the only thing left was unpacking and that they could take it slow, â??I will go make some food on the grill, the boxes are in their places, you can relax if you want to and have a few beers with me while I cookâ?. Smiling he walked outside torward the grill and started to make some meat in it.
 
Startled, Kathleen gasped as her precious china tumbled down to the ground. Collapsing next to it, she held her hands to her face. "Oh, no, not my china. My heirlooms!" Tears rolled down her cheeks faster than she ever thought possible, shaky hands sifting through the broken pieces. When he came into the room with her, she showed him some of the fragments. "I don't know what happened. It just suddenly jolted and everything fell!" She was visibly upset, pulling out her shirt to gather the broken shards into it.

When he offered to have it repaired, she nodded her head in agreement. "Please try." Though she knew it wouldn't be the same, those pieces were invaluable to her. "I was going to pass them to her daughter should we ever have one." Rocking back on her heels, she let him put away the remnants before he busied himself again.

Finally, she pulled herself off the floor. "Will you get rid of that stupid piece of furniture?" She asked, nodding toward the hutch that she had found to be so beautiful only moments before. "I don't want it in my house after what just happened."

Deciding that was enough unpacking, she grabbed a few beers and went outside to sit with her husband. "That garden out there is really nice. I think I'll work on it in a few days."

As the china fell, Savannah bent to pick up the pieces to chuck them at the invaders, but she couldn't quite grasp them. What was wrong with her hands? And, furthermore, where was her husband anyway? As the pair went outside, she stormed after them. "What have you done with Dylan?" She asked the man, who ignored her. "Do you hear me? Where is my husband?" She screamed, pressing her weight against his back and shoulders.
 
He nodded going for a moment and grabbing the old furniture and taking it to the trash. He sighed and stretched looking to the view, it was awsome. He walked back to the house, there was something strange in the house but he just thought it might be the feeling of being in a new place. He walked back to his wife and grabbed a beer, he knew taking all of his things out would take time, and most likely would be a few weeks.

He drank a sip of his beer and looked at his wife, â??you know, I am really glad we found this place, itâ??s quiet and there is no people around, good enough for me to concentrate on my work but not far enough for you to not have people to talk to, the town is ten minutes awayâ?. He smiled as he grabbed his shoulder, he thought he could had strained it, â??my shoulder is killing me, itâ??s like there is weights on top of them, I think all the moving screwed me a bit heheâ?. He sighed and served some meat to his wife, he was a chef and owner of a big restaurant nearby. He sat next to his wife and began to eat, the strain on his shoulder becoming more and more heavy to him, but he was the type of guy to not let those stuff keep him from doing his job.
 
Savannah drew back, raising both of her arms and swiping at his head, which seemed to glide through it like it was nothing more than mist. Examining her fingers, she balled them into fists and started striking at him. Again, nothing. When he made the comment that his shoulder was bothering him, she leaned into it again. "I said, where is my husband!"

During all this, she didn't notice that he had dragged out the old hutch, the one piece that kept her tethered to this world. If she had, the ghost probably would have become more frantic and angered, wanting to severely harm this couple that were occupying her house.

"I'm glad so, too, honey." Kathleen smiled sweetly, leaning back as he put the foot down on the table. "Thank you." As he sat down, she watched his awkward posture. "Shoulder still bothering you?" She asked, leaning forward in concern. "Well, I don't want you doing any more strenuous activity for today, okay? Just relax."
 
He smiled at his wife and sighed, â??no shoulder pain is going to keep me from doing my work around here, you know that hunâ?. He smiled and stood up turning off the fire of the grill and closing it, looking at the sky he smiled,â?I got a idea, be right backâ?. He walked inside and got one of the matress placing it outside and setting up a camplike place, â??nights in here should be beautiful, and there is no one around, what you say if we stay outside for the night?â?. He smiled going back to her and grabbing one of her hands sitting on the matress with her looking up.

There was something about this house that made him unseasy, but he wasnâ??t going to tell his wife, he was the one who wanted the house in the first place. He sighed and layed on the matress looking up to the sky, he looked at his wife besides it and smiled gently passing his hand on her cheek, â??Im glad we are married, but I wonder, what happened to the owners of this house, you kinda right no one would leave a house like this, not if they can avoid it from happeningâ?.
 
Kathleen frowned, canting her head in concern for him. "Yes, but nothing else needs to be done urgently. Just take it easy, okay? We're in no rush." He was a determined man, though, and she knew that. While he disappeared inside, she stood up and gathered their plates and empty bottles. Returning to the kitchen, she rinsed off the dirty dishes and placed them inside their dishwasher- ah, a luxury. Tossing the bottles in the recycling can, she turned to see him lugging out a heavy mattress. "Jacob, honey! What did I tell you? Let me help you with that!"

But it was too late, he had already placed it on the ground. Slightly puzzled, she went outside to hear him proclaim his plan for them to sleep outside for the night. "I think that's a lovely gesture, sweetie." Allowing him to lead her to their bed for the night, she plopped down next to him. While he made the motion to lie back, she fell in place nestled against his torso. Head was buried in the curve of his shoulder, lips pressing lightly to his neck. "Who knows, really. Maybe they found a better place." Fingers caressed down his strong chest, the pads of her fingertips grazing lightly.

"I'll go up to the attic tomorrow and poke around. There are some old things we brought with us that I don't have room for in the house. Maybe the previous owners left behind some kind of information up there." Leaning up, she tenderly kissed his lips. "Don't worry about it, it's our house now."
 
He smiled and looked at her sit on the matress, he looked up and smiled this was going to be a interesting night. He looked at the sky and started thinking about the people who used to live here. He looked at her and smïled, "are you happy you married me?, I will do whatever I can to make you happy, you know that right?". He smiled kissing the top of her hair and looking back up, he had a surprise for her the next day, but he needed to wait.

Getting a idea he got up and stretched, "be right back", he walked inside and looked around grabbing a bucket and placing some ice inside. He then moved to a box and got out a twentyfive year old wine he had in there, it was a present from his father. He got a woman collar with a beautiful cross and went back, "I have something for you, this collar belonged to my mother, she told me to give it to the woman I would like to have children with and spend the rest of my life with" He smiled placing the collar around her neck and locking it, opening the wine and pouring a glass, "Let's toast to the start of a new life together".
 
There was a sort of peaceful silence that had fallen over the two of them, though there was an eerie presence weighing at the back of her mind. He stirred the air, though, by asking her a serious question. "Yes, of course I'm happy I married you." She replied, her smile bright and loving. "I wouldn't want anyone else."

He was so tender, kissing her head before he left to go back inside. When he returned, he was carrying a bucket of ice and another object. The pail was filled with a bottle of wine, which looked both delicious and aged. "Jacob, this is so sweet." She cooed, sitting up as he moved behind her back. The coolness of metal draped across her back, the weight of the cross pressing into her collarbone. "This is beautiful, I'll cherish it always. Thank you." She leaned up to kiss him, her fingertips brushing across the necklace.

He poured two glasses for them, handing her one. "To a new life in a new house." Clinking her glass with his, she tilted it back to her lips. From the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move across the door. "Did you see that?" She asked, but whatever it was had already disappeared.
 
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