Secrets Within h.s

1697 14th day of July.

Glasgow, England.

    The sounds of commotion, rustling of the broken limbs being made as the party began their search for Lady Camille.  It was completely unlike her to wander off, but then again.  The moment she met, Lord Henri, her sporadic behavior was definitely one to question or to blame on the domineering attitude. 

    Soft whimpers were faintly heard by her father, Joseph Windsor.  Immediately he motioned towards the sound of the soft whimpers, the sound he heard only sped his movement that much faster. 

What sounded like something much more heavier than his small framed daughter.  Only created more anticipation to get to whatever was creating such sounds.  The mob, that followed his every motion soon could hear the whimpers turn into soft whispers. 

    His fast pace walking, soon began to spring into a running motion.  Knowing he may not have much more time to see what was creating such racket.  Only encouraged his adrenaline to get to where they were.  Just as he moved the branches, revealing the small open valley.

As Joseph's eyes focused, the next thing he saw almost made him forget how to breathe. His daughter Lady Camille, and a horrifying beast hovering over her. His poor little angel was laying down on the ground, pale. He tried stepping closer, but it stopped him when he heard a loud crunch. He looked down and widened his eyes, noticing he had just stepped on a tree branch.    

He looked up quickly what appeared to be the male that had caused his daughter to defy her parents.  But unlike his normal appearance, finely stitched fabric covering from head to toe.  Was now ripped in certain parts of his arms, legs only to reveal a bit more muscular form.  Just as his head turned, the face a slight unrecognizable but those eyes.  He knew this thing, was indeed the Lord Henri. 

    "What have you done?"  Their eyes locking, the male quickly turned his gaze back to his daughter that laid partially over his right forearm.

    The beast gave her a kiss on the forehead but faintly. Then he looked up at the group of men.

    "P-please, help her" He said lowly also quietly to Joseph raising his eyebrows, but also furrowing them together. He looked down at her once again, caressing her soft but cold cheek.

    As Lord Henri got up, the group of people switched their eyes from Lady Camille to him. An angry stare. That was the sign to tell him to run. After putting Lady Camille on the ground he ran. He ran faster than any man could.

    Joseph ran towards his daughter panckining and crying. "Oh, what has he done?" He asked closing his eyes and holding her close.

    "N-No, not-" She was losing so much blood, she could not finish her sentence, that's when she fell unconscious.