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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 106) Telling Tales

“I’ve come very far and made many strides in order to win your trust and heart. Yet you still refuse me.” Crispin states in a low tone. He pauses for a long time as he looks down, thinking. Finally, still looking at the floor, he asks, “Are you sure of the choice you have made?”

“Yes,” says Lyla without hesitation.

With a quivering voice, Crispin slowly begins to look at her and says, “Then my sweet, we must do this the hard way.” He pauses as he chokes back tears. It is obvious he is very troubled and reluctant with what is about to happen. “You can either join me now willingly. . . or join the others.” Tears begin to fill his somber green eyes. “I can’t have you out there telling tales.” He whispers as he tips his head down while looking up at her. There is no sparkle or swirl of color dancing in his eyes.

Lyla starts to look away but Crispin grabs her head pulling her towards him. Their eyes are within inches of each other. She tries to pull his hands from her head while closing her eyes but Crispin is far too strong. He holds her head tighter using his thumbs to keep her eyes open and focused on him.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 105) Brow Is Furrowed

Crispin reaches out and takes Lyla by the hand guiding her out of the nook that she took refuge in. Together they sit under the window in the moonlight. As clouds pass by, the glow of the moon fades and brightens, lighting their faces in a pale blue shade. They sit quietly looking at each other.

Crispin’s eyes are serene and placid as they return to their normal state and his facial expression is soft and caring. “I want to make you happy Lyla and I can give you anything you desire.” He leans in close to her face. “Please know I never meant to hurt you in any way. In all my many years, you have touched my heart like no other ever has or ever will.” He gently kisses her cheek and then her neck.

“No,” says Lyla in a low whisper as she slowly pulls away. “I do not believe in you and I hate everything about you.”

Crispin tips his head slowly and blinks once as disappointment shows on his face. His brow is furrowed as he leans back and looks to the side as if he is about to cry. Lyla can truly see the pain on his face and for a split second feels compassion for him, but it all soon changes.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 104) Compelling & Beautiful

Lyla is angry with herself for communicating with Crispin and bringing his malevolent activities to her hometown. He is playing with the lives of her friends as if they are expendable and insignificant. She cannot let this go on and she knows now that she will not be able to break free. He will follow her, find her, and eventually wear her down, much like he has done already. She does not want anyone else to get hurt and decides that if Marcus is dead, she has no reason to go on. She willingly looks into Crispin’s eyes.

Gazing at her, the irises of Crispin’s eyes begin to glow in a multitude of green. Flickers of white light begin to gleam like diamonds and it is very compelling and beautiful. Lyla’s nature is to fight but she suppresses this urge or maybe she has simply accepted her fate. One thing she does know is that she can feel herself giving up control.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 103) Unstoppable

Lyla looks down as she and Crispin sit in silence for a few seconds longer. Then while looking out in the direction of the window, Crispin says, “I’m sorry love, but I must say. . .” he then turns toward her, “Marcus will no longer be an issue.”

Tears begin to run down Lyla’s cheek and she feels tremendous pressure building in her head. A horrible thickness has filled her throat as she tries to hold back the tears. She gulps heavily as she works to regain her composure. She does not want to show the weakness that is flooding in on her and it makes her angry that she is failing.

Curling up as tight as she can in the corner, she puts as much distance possible between herself and Crispin. “I wish I’d never met you, I’d rather be dead.” She says without any emotion. Lyla is drained, dismayed, and has lost hope. Her entire world has come crashing down around her in a matter of days and all because of one person and one very bad decision.

“Why don’t you just kill me now and get it over with!” She says as she grits her teeth. Crispin lets out a loud boisterous laugh, which shocks her. How can he find any of this funny? She looks at him in disbelief.

“I don’t want to kill you, Lyla!” his laughter slows. “I want you to partner with me, to be with me.” says Crispin softly. “Can’t you tell I’ve fallen in love with you?” He reaches over and lifts Lyla’s chin with his fingers so she will look at him. “You have a wonderful talent for connecting people together throughout the world. With you working alongside me, we will be unstoppable.” He states delicately. “We can make anything happen Lyla, we can make it magical.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 102) Adjust My Tactics

“I don’t care what you think or how you feel,” mumbles Lyla, “I don’t want anything to do you!” She says forcefully causing Crispin to lean back in the position he started from.

“I beg to differ,” He says as he looks up at the crossbeams above their heads. “I know we can get those emotions back and you cannot deny that they were real. Yes, you can sit here all day or for the rest of the year and say that was never the case,” he turns to look at her “but we both know different now don’t we?”

“I care for Marcus; he’s never let me down!” Lyla says as she stares at Crispin with hate. He simply looks at her with a blank expression then speaks.

“Oh, yes. I saw that little interaction between you and Marcus. All this time I thought you two were only friends. You yourself stated that as fact many times. But when I saw you holding each other and how he came at me in the foyer, I knew things had somehow changed.” Crispin looks up and slowly rubs his chin then looks back at Lyla. “So, I had to adjust my tactics a bit. It was going to be a little harder but I have never backed down from a good challenge.” He leans in and whispers, “By the way, in case you’re wondering, I generally win.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 101) You Can Trust Me

Lyla looks up and says nothing nor does she pull her hand away. She just looks at him, really taking a good look, trying to see through him as if his true self is not showing. She has always been a good judge of character, how did she miss this? How did someone so evil work his way into her life? She fell for it all like a fool and even began to truly enjoy his company. She looked forward to seeing him at every chance.

“Go ahead, you can admit it, just say it, I know you felt it too.” Crispin slowly kisses her hand as he watches her. “We both know how very good we can be for each other. At times you are all I think about and at times I’m all you think about.” He says candidly. He watches her as they sit there in the dark with no interruptions, no schedule to keep and no one vying for attention.

Lyla shakes her head no and pulls her hand away rather abruptly. “I can’t believe that I ever trusted you.”

“I don’t know why you say that.” says Crispin as if her comment surprises him. “You can trust me. My interactions with you have been and still are truer than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” He leans in closer to her. “We have a connection, you and I. Maybe you don’t see it yet but in time, you will.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 100) Your Powers

“Oh, you’ve got me all wrong.” Crispin says with a laugh as he moves closer to where Lyla is sitting. He leans his back up against the wall and props his feet up on the bricks of the fireplace, blocking her in completely. It is not as if she felt she had a way out anyhow, but this move makes it clear that she is not going anywhere. Crispin crosses his arms and looks up as if in deep thought.

“I don’t go around looking for someone so I can add a number to my quota.” says Crispin in a matter of fact and businesslike manner. “I simply have abilities, that through the years, I’ve learned to use very wisely.” After a pause he continues and is very direct with her. “We all know that the natural progression of life is death. I merely take a life when I find it to be the only option. I am usually doing them and everyone around them a favor by simply speeding up the natural process of time.”

Lyla looks at him. “I thought you were doing good things for people, I would have never agreed to work for you if. . .” Crispin cuts her off and leans in her direction.

“I have wants and needs just like everybody else, just so happens that I have the capability to use it to my favor. Like you, Lyla. You have abilities you use to your favor as well.” Crispin reaches out and takes Lyla’s hand and after a short pause he says, “You stole my heart with your powers.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 99) Did You Kill Marcus?

“Oh yes, Marcus.” says Crispin as he leans back and stretches out his legs crossing them at his ankles. “Our plans kept getting interrupted by dear ol’ Marcus.” He smiles and nods his head several times as he thinks and mulls over his thoughts before answering. “You know, I quite like the fellow, he’s bright, talented, and good-humored, but he just doesn’t know when to stop.” After a long pause, Crispin starts laughing and says, “I suppose he and I are a lot alike, yes my pet?”

When Lyla does not immediately respond he continues. “He kept digging and digging then placed doubt in your mind and you chose to follow, which I didn’t understand. I never mistreated you or him or even your irritating friend Marnie, but you chose to side with Marcus against me.”

Lyla does not reply right away. How can she respond to his mockery of her best friend? She sits quietly still and the silence is deafening. There is no wind, no rain and no sounds to interrupt their conversation. It is so quiet that she can hear Crispin breathing from a few feet away. The night at the cottage jumps into her mind again but she quickly dismisses it. She does not want any fond memories of Crispin Duff.

Finally, in a strong voice Lyla asks the question she desperately needs an answer to. “Did you kill Marcus? Like you did Penny? Did you take his soul like you do to anyone who gets in your way?”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 98) Old Soul Of Souls

Lyla sits in silence, numb, cold and confused. She shivers as she huddles in the corner in much the same position as Crispin. Her knees are up and she has wrapped her arms around them to stay warm. She rests her head on her knees and looks down at the floorboards no longer even thinking.

Crispin has not tried to touch her, or force her out of the hole in any way. After several quiet minutes she says, “Who are you?” Her voice is faint and weak and she is not even sure if he heard her. She follows with “What are you?” Keeping her head down she waits for a reply and it doesn’t take long.

“I am who I am, but hum. . . what am I?” says Crispin as he rubs his chin with his fingers pondering on how to explain it all. “I am an old soul of souls,” he says with a cheerful quality to his voice. It is almost as if he is purposely answering in a riddle. Lyla’s head is still down but she turns it to the side. “What have you done with Marcus?” she asks with a stronger voice than before.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 97) Composed And Unruffled

Lyla looks at the floor and shakes her head. She is angry with herself for creating her own trap and now feels completely defeated. She does not look up or even acknowledge that Crispin is standing only a few feet away. Unsure of what her next move could possibly be, she feels embarrassed, used, and heartbroken all at the same time. One thing is for sure however, she must not look Crispin in the eye.

Marcus was right about the eyes. Each time she focused in on Crispin’s she became sluggish, faint, not able to react the way she knew she should. What is he? How many people have fallen to him? Why does he take such pleasure in trapping her now?

Sitting down on the floor, Crispin pulls his legs up resting his chin on his knees as he wraps his arms around his calves. He is not at all threatening. He looks more like a schoolboy getting ready to watch a theatrical performance than a man with the power to control whomever he wants.

“Now, what shall we talk about, Lyla? What will help you understand it all? What will bring you around so we can move past this confusing state and be friends again?” he says as he watches her closely. After going through such a battle with her, he is exceptionally composed and unruffled. It is as if nothing happened. He is not angry, hurt, or even offended and is being the kind gentleman that she felt herself falling in love with.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 96) Hello There, Kitten

The moonlight that was filtering in brightly is now dimming and lightening as clouds pass in front of the moon, hindering its nighttime glow. Lyla takes one last frantic look around hoping she simply missed finding another way out but there is no outlet.

The thump of one heavy footstep startles her and is followed by a shuffle that sounds extremely close by. So close in fact that a shadow crosses the faint amount of light that is peaking in from the window. She can hear Crispin inhale as he starts to say something.

“Always remember to forget the things that made you sad. But never forget to remember the things that made you glad.” Crispin says this phrase in a very low and deliberate whisper. His voice is haunting as he speaks in this calm and soothing tone. Suddenly, and now completely expected, Crispin leans around the chimney and peeks into the little space where Lyla is hiding and says, “Hello there, kitten.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 95) A Trap

“I do not wish to harm you. In actuality, I need your support.” says Crispin as his voice draws near. Lyla begins to worry that he has found her and is simply toying with her now. She backs into the space as far as she can. “I would like to share my plans and ideas for the future, our future.” There is a slight pause as he stops walking. Then he says, “Please come out so we can talk about it.”

Lyla now realizes that what she thought would be a good hiding place has actually turned into a trap. She cannot back up any further and there is no other way to get around the chimney except the way she came in. If she tries to leave now she will surely be seen and quickly stopped. Her only hope is that Crispin does not notice the little alcove in which she is concealed.

There is more shuffling and then Crispin’s footsteps stop. Lyla places her hand over her own mouth to avoid yelling out. With eyes open wide she sits and waits for what seems like forever. The blood starts rushing throughout her body once again as her adrenaline level increases and she begins to feel flush.

Lowering her hand, she silently watches the corner of the brick wall for signs of movement.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 94) Come Out And Play

The storm has calmed and it is very quiet in the peaks of the large old house. Filtering in through the window is a soft shade of blue from the moon as it reflects off the receding clouds. “You might as well come out and play.” states Crispin. “You know I’ll eventually find you so let’s not drag out the inevitable.” Again his shoes can be heard on the floor with each step taken.

Lyla sits quietly but each time Crispin speaks, she can feel her heart rate go up. The pounding in her head is very loud as she tries to control every breath. Wrapped up in a ball, she continues to hide behind the flue of the fireplace. The bricks are cool to the touch which was very welcomed when she first crawled into the little space. At that time, she was very warm after narrowly escaping from Crispin’s clutches but now the effect is much different as she huddles trying to stay warm.

Hopeful that if she can stay quiet enough, Crispin will assume she got out of the house and maybe he too will eventually leave the attic. Her eyes have adjusted well to the darkness and the moonlight is helping as it shines in from outside. She feels around for something, anything that will help her to protect herself if he does happen upon her. But there is nothing, not even a loose board. Crispin speaks again.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 93) Betrayed And Used

For the longest time all Lyla can hear is the wind and rain and she begins to think about the events of the past few days. How is it that things went from being so good to so bad in such a short span of time? Is Marcus okay? Did Smokey survive? Crispin changed into Marnie earlier, is she gone as well? What has happened to the people she loves. Why was she foolish enough to answer the first email Crispin sent?

Lyla feels betrayed and used and is left without much hope that she will make it out of this alive. Crossing her arms, she tries to keep herself warm as she contemplates her options and thinks about her friends. Is this nightmare ever going to end?

“Oh Lyla.” Says Crispin as if he is exhausted. His words seem to echo throughout the rafters. “I’m growing tired of this game of cat and mouse.” His voice is loud yet in a composed tone as he moves through the dark attic. Each step is heard as his shoes hit the floorboards while he shuffles about in the dark.

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