The sun slowly retreated below the horizon, casting an eerie orange light as two figures walked slowly along the beaches of Elmina. Hand in hand they made their way along the coast, away from the local dock created by the fishermen. In the distance lay the old slave fort. Long gone were the tourists who frequented her old halls and took pictures from her battlements.
Steve had spent a lot of time planning this trip. He'd made sure all the projects he was working on were properly handed over to his work mates. He didn't want to have to think of work whilst he was with her.
"She's beautiful. Who'd would've thought I'd end up with her" he thought, and with that he smiled and pulled her closer to him. Taking his time, he gently sniffed her hair and kissed her forehead. This made her giggle and hug him tighter. Making their way to an outcropping of rocks, they sat down together watching the waves and the boats that gently swayed in the wind. The whole scene almost seemed picturesque.
Clearing his throat, he spoke up saying,
"You've always been there for me Mispy, you came into my life when I was in a really dark place. I want to do right by you"
And with that he pulled out a ring from his pocket and said:
"Would you marry me?"
Tears slowly formed in her eyes when she heard those words. She wanted to tell him she'd be his now and forever, but she needed to let him know her burden. That dark burden she'd carried by herself for so long.
"Steve" she said "Before I answer that you need to know something."
"I'm not like every other woman, I have issues"
Smiling he replied "We all have issues"
"Not like mine" she replied
With those words she stood up and moved closer to the edge of the rocky outcrop. She turned around and looked at him and asked
"Do you want to truly spend the rest of your life with me?"
"Yes" he replied
With that she took two steps back and fell off, plunging into the cold depths of the Atlantic ocean. With an anguished cry, he leapt to his feet and jumped right in after her. He hit the water hard and that knocked the breathe out of him. Struggling to find his bearings in the cold waters, he felt something grab a hold of his leg and pull him down. Amidst his struggle, he felt a pair of arms around his waist and a voice in his head.
"Don't struggle Steve" the voice said. That voice, he thought. It sounds a lot like Mispy's.
He tried to turn himself, wanting to see his saviour when he felt a pair of fangs sink into his neck.
The pain was sharp then it was gone. He felt nothing now. Slowly sinking into the depths as he felt his life fading away.
The morning's light gently lit up the shoreline as the world awoke. Steve awoke on the sand with a what seemed like a bad headache caused by a night of drinking. He looked to left and saw Mispy there, with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Now we can get married" she said.
