Where heaven and hell cross

I've watched them for two hours now. Seriously, now. They have been stucking on my nerves! Why couldn't hey make a move on someone already, so that I could have followed them to their base?

I was out here in my menswear. I had stitched on it a little yesterday again, to let it fit a little better. But I was still very scared, what if they find me? They may kill Erika! And she is the only one I have left. Well, besides Con, but you can't trust a guy.

As I looked around the edge again, they were gone! No, I couldn't have lost them! That would really be horrible! I rushed past the house I was hiding behind towards a small alleyway, where I already found them. It had a good and a bad point. The good one was, I had found them, but the bad one was, that I was standing right in the middle of the alleyway and they were totally able to see me.

I looked out for a place to hide properly, but as I didn't find one fast enough I just decided to lean against the next wall. Why can't they just walk on and care about their own business instead of looking around? I felt like standing on burning coals! Come on now!

After I don't know, it felt like thousands of hours, they finally moved away. Of course I followed them, but then I realised their direction: They were heading straight to the graveyard! That stopped me. I'm a girl. Even if I was dressed as a guy, I would never be one. I was scared. The graveyard was such a dark and scary place! But I had to get over it! Anyways, my parents had thought me to respect the graveyard and in school I was thought the same. Well, school didn't exist anymore, the king had taken our teachers away, because they needed them in a city and not in some unknown village. But beside that, one rule was, to never step onto a graveyard after dusk. And it was late in the night, very late.

Well, screw it, I had to follow them! Why was there that rule anyways? Are they afraid of the dead? They didn't exist any more. They were dead forever. I looked back up, to them, but they didn't stand there anymore. I looked around, but they were nowhere to be seen. Did they just disappear? No, that's impossible, so I just walked up in the direction, however, I couldn't find them. I watched out for them, but they weren't there anymore. I've had thought too long and too much. A mistake that I should never repeat again.

I had no chance anymore so I went home. It was so very late I just fell asleep as fast as I could. I didn't even return the clothes to the secret room, I just threw them in the closet.

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I woke up due to the first rays of sun. I pealed my eyes open and I got dizzy. I guess I've drunk too less. The next thing that got my attention was a letter. I unfolded it and saw a very bad handwriting. I would have a hard time reading it.

It just was a short note, not all that long and it simply said: "I've watched you watching me."

It sounds weird, even laughable, but I understood the meaning it had. They were here. In here! In my room! They could have killed me! Maybe they stole something. Why haven't they stolen me? It would have been easier for them! If I was sold to who knows who, they wouldn't have to worry about me, so why? And finally: What had happened with Erika?

As I wanted to put it away to dress myself and show it Con I saw, that there was a back, on which was written: "Where haven and hell cross."

I guessed it was a hint. But where do heaven cross hell? Of course they would think I know, everyone here was catholic, but I was not. I didn't believe in heaven nor hell. So where does heaven cross hell? On the graveyard? I guessed they talked about that. But were there other places? The church? I didn't know.

Best would be, to show it Con. That was, what I was about to do as I went to him. On the road I saw a bunch of guys. And just with the first glance I knew who it was: The trafficers! I felt the anger boil in me, but I had to keep my calm. It wasn't like I could fight them, it would be dangerous for Erika, because I was dressed with my red Sunday's dress, and not with the clothes Con gave me.

As I walked closer I tried to overhear their conversation. It was easy, they spoke in loud voices and felt safe. And that was dumb, because here were many people. The wind would spread it. Who could guarantee, that there wasn't a person who heard it but better shouldn't? Such a person like me, who would only use it against them?

"You know, it would be much more fun, if she's dead.", one of them said.

"Yes, you're right! I want to see the face of the beast that tries to save her, when she realises that she's dead already!", another one agreed.

"No, you dumbasses! We should sell her. That would even make money out of the whole thing.", the third one argued. And he was... he. The person I spoke with as I was at Erika's house! The one with the icy eyes.

They were speaking of us. Of Erika and me! But why was I called the beast? Wasn't that a bit soon? What had I done so awful for them to call me that? And no, I would never let them kill nor sell her! But what should I do? I guessed I had to speak to Con about that matter. He always had a plan, if he had a cool head.

"And who are you, girl?", the second man asked me in a playful voice. Oh, no, that is too much to handle! Maybe I should just act as if I never heard him... "Yes you, the one with the red dress!"