Claimed *Completed*

"I'm already living on borrowed time. When it comes to it, it will be my time to go."

500 years ago Cathy should have died, but she didn't. She was saved by the Devil.

"I agreed to something ... Something that cant have been important then, it seemed too far away.
I'd agreed, after five hundred years, to hand myself over to the Devil, to become his."

Now her time's up, but back in the city where it all started, things are far from over. Cathy finds out that there is more to the Devil than she ever thought. A new boy, a best friend and a deadly enemy, things are about to get complicated...

"No one's that good or bad, it's not that simple, nothing's that black and white. It's more grey."

*Hi, this is my first Movella, so I'd love some feedback and constructive critsism! Thanks :)

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5. Thursday, 29th September 1511

Thursday, 29th September 1511

 

 

 

 

 

  “Come on, it’s only a bridge, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

  Elizabeth clings tighter on my hand. I try to pull her along, but her feet stay planted on the cobbled street. I kneel down beside her.

  “Elizabeth, what’s wrong?” She looks across the bridge and back to me. There are tears in her eyes, which she wipes quickly away with the back of her hand.

  “Oh Lizzie! Don’t cry!” I reach up and brush her auburn curls from her eyes. She looks a lot like me; bright green eyes framed by thick lashes, sharp cheek bones and heart shaped lips, but I’ve always been jealous of the way her hair falls in natural waves around her face, more red than mine, and my hair just hangs limply at me shoulders. And in her youth she looks so much prettier that I.

  I sigh and try to brush the feelings away. I love Elizabeth more than anything.

  “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.”

  Elizabeth sniffs and looks at me, eyes wide. “I’m scared.”

  “Why should you be scared?”

  “Because you don’t like the bridge.”

  I do a double take, “What do you mean? When did I say that?” I don’t remember saying anything to Elizabeth about the bridge. But she shakes her head.

  “No, at night,” she says in a small voice, “I hear you. You say things like ‘I need to get to the bridge, the Kiay Bridge’ but then you start crying.” Tears prickle in her eyes, and all of a sudden can’t think of anything comforting to say.

  She’d heard that? Elizabeth heard me? I’d dreamed so many times of going to the bridge and I dream of just ending it. I just step off the bridge and fall and fall, but then I wake up before I hit the water. I never see it as a nightmare, even though other people might do; to me death would be a relief. That’s why I cry; because I don’t die, but then open my eyes and see Elizabeth sleeping opposite me and the idea vanishes, because there is no way I can leave her.

  At least, I thought she’d been asleep.

  Tears are now making there way steadily Elizabeth’s cheeks and I wipe them away, “It’s just a nightmare, Lizzie; it wasn’t real.” I stand back up, “I’m not scared of the bridge, so you don’t need to be either. We’ll go across together, okay?” She still looks doubtfully at the road over the bridge, so I remind her, “Mother sent us to fetch turnips, and the only way to get them is to go over the bridge.”

  Elizabeth nods warily and lets me pull her up into the throng of people crossing the river. We dodge farmers with sheep, horse and carts carrying vegetables, chickens’ pecking their way under people’s feet and crowds of begging children. Elizabeth looks sympathetically at the latter, but she knows better than to ask if we can give them anything. We have nothing to give.

  I stop at a low part of the wall on one side of the bridge so that Elizabeth can look over. She glances down, and then pulls back quickly, backing into me.

  “It’s really deep.” I laugh, but Elizabeth is chewing her lip, a sign she’s really worried, and she asks, “What if the bridge falls down?”

  “It’s only deep because it’s high tide,” I sooth, “The bridge isn’t going to fall; it’s been standing for such a long time, why would it fall down now?”

  “If it’s so old, it’s more likely to fall down isn’t it?”

  I bit my lip too, but only to hide my smile. It’s hard to fault her logic. I just say, “Lizzie, the bridge is not going to fall down now or any other time. Maybe in a thousand years it will still be here.”

  We make it to the other side of the river, before Elizabeth stops again and I sigh.

  “Cat?” I smile; she’s the only person that can call me that since mother.

  “Yes Lizzie?”

  “Thank you.” She reaches up to hug me, so I lift her up and spin her around, making her giggle and earning me a few dark looks from passer-bys.

  As I set her down, she whispers in my ear, “I love you, Cat.” Her breath tickles my ear.

  “I love you too, Lizzie.”

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