Chapter One
"William Windsor you hand me back the can of cola!" Emma Lowry ordered.
Prince William just laughed, quenched his thirst, wiped the soda mustache atop his lip with the back of his hand then passed the can down the line of Etonians.
Emma sighed and sat down on the museum steps next to Harry.
Harry kissed her on the cheek. "Don't let him get to you. He's just -"
"Thirsty," Emma finished.
"I was about to say jealous that I have a girlfriend and he doesn't but... thirsty works," Harry smiled.
Emma smiled back. She huddled close to him for warmth. It was cold that day. She checked her watch. According to sign outside the door the museum should've opened by now.
If you thought the reason why Emma hung out with the Windsor Brothers was to be near William you were gravely mistaken. It was Harry she had been nuts about since birth.
Suddenly, a car screeched into the parking lot, which caused all the Etonians and the few brought girlfriends to turn thier heads.
A lady stepped out of the car. She held a briefcase and folder under one arm and a rolled up sheet under another. In her hands she was holding a large ring of keys. She conversed with the history teacher and he nodded.
The lady ran up to the steps and opened the large doors.
"Well, don't just stand there gawking," she told them, "Get in."

The museum was dark.
The lady turned on several switches and the room was flooded in light. The group of one hundred and so students stepped into the room.
The lady stood still as to collect her thoughts. "Don't touch anything!" she commanded. She left to enter a room. When she came back her arms were empty.
Everyone stared at her.
"Okay. Everyone's looking at me thinking: what's that crazy girl doing there?"
"That's what I'm thinking," William muttered.
Soft laughter ran through the group.
The lady glared at him. "I'm Eileen Farrow. My mother owns this museum and she was the one who was supposed to give you this tour. Unfortunately, she has an attack of influenza. The rest of the board members were up last night at a meeting and are now sleeping - which is where I should be. So anyway here I am."
The group stared blankly.
Eileen led them down the hallway. "I have a couple of rules. One take down good notes because I know your teacher and he's going to give a pop quiz after this. Two if your going to eat make sure I don't catch you because I didn't have breakfast and I just might snatch it out of your hands. Three, I'm going to answer all your questions even stupid ones. But only three stupid questions per person. More than three? Then I get one of those axes those knights arer holding-" she gestured to the medieval display "-and chop your head with it." She turned to the group. "Any questions?"
"Are you married?" William asked.
"No, I'm single. I'm eighteen, ready and available." she answered. She gave him a once over. "But you're just not my type."
The group laughed.
"And Your Highness?"
"Yes?"
Eileen grinned. ''That's your first stupid question."

Eileen led them down the hall. "This scene depicts one of the less known romances of the sixteenth century. Between the Duchess Elena Marisol Maria Anastasia and her beloved Willhem."
The wax statues where in a royal room, obviously the bedroom of the duchess. She was enrapturiously greeting a man who was entering the room by the window using a rope ladder.
"What happened to them?" Harry asked.
"They died."
"Gruesome," Emma muttered.
"It's quite romantic actually," Eileen told the group. "They comitted suicide from this castle." The museum was in one of England's oldest royal buildings.
"Doodoo-doodoo-doodoo-doodoo," someone in the back whistled the tune from the Twilight Zone.
"Well, they had plans to elope but the duchess' parents already had her engaged to marry someone else. And if you tried escaping from the castle before your wedding day - good luck! Her suicide note is under the glass."
Curious, Emma pulled away from the group to read.

Willhem, My precious precious love,
I think of you tonight. The stars are out. And they seem sad. Are they weeping for us, my love?
I sit alone and I remember times when we were together. When you had your arms around me. When you told me something that made me laugh with pleasure. And those memories only make me sadder and make me want you more. So I will remember again. Us laughing, crying, just living. Which in turn will make me sad and on and on it goes in a maddening, tragic cycle which I can't stand another minute.
How can I marry this man my family has chosen for me? Even if he is the king of England? What is his property, wealth and title in the face of your undying love?
How I can I pledge love, loyalty and obedience to him tomorrow when I already belong to you?
My life belongs to you. My heart belongs to you. My soul belongs to you. And through whatever time, space, and distance that dare comes between us and our love...my soul will find yours...

"Heavy," Harry whistled beside her.
"Her handwritting's more jagged at the end," Emma observed.
"The story goes to say that her mother went up looking for her. When she heard her mother's footsteps. She hastily wrote those last words and jumped from the tower."
"And what about Willhem? " someone asked pointing.
"When he heard the news he was heartbroken. He came up to the tower a few days after her funeral and jumped from the exact same spot. They say thier spirits wander through time waiting for each other. And that in a hundred years her soul will find his. And they'll find peace."
"Find peace," Emma echoed. "What does it all mean."
"Well, most people say that they'll just go to heaven etc. But my opinion?" she stopped herself.
"What?" they all asked curious.
"They're going to find a boy and a girl. Possess thier bodies. Relive thier love story and re-commit suicide. Dying as they believe they should have. Together."
The Twilight Zone theme song was hummed once more.
She shrugged. "Just a theory. Moving on..."
"You know William, the guy sort of looks like you," one of the Etonians said.
"He was probabaly one of my great-great so on grandfathers," William reasoned.
Eileen smiled. "You forget. He died before he sired any children. I think he was nineteen."
"My great great great -skip a few- uncle?" William tried.
"He was an only child." Eileen minformed.
"The name Willhem... And he looked like you to?" Emma grinned.
"You should talk," William retaliated. "Take the duchess' initials and you have your name EMMA." he looked at the manequin. "And she looks like you."
At this everyone moved closer to display.
"Hey, according to this note it will be the five hundred year anniversary of thier death...tonight!"
Emma shivered. "Weird."
"Are there any other questions?" Eileen asked the group.
William raised his hand. "Yeah, what did you mean a while back when you said I wasn't your type? I mean-"
Eileen's laugh cut him off. "I go for dark haired hair guys with flashing eyes."
"I'll dye my hair. I'll wear contacts!"
"Your Highness," Eileen smiled. "That's your second stupid question."

"...And that concludes our tour," Eileen led them back outside. "Any other questions?" She noticed William. "Yes, Your Highness?"
"Yeah, will you go out with me say Friday ni-"
Emma put her hand over his mouth. At the confused look he gave her she replied. "I don't want headless brother-in-law."
"I still get one stupid question more," William muttered.
The bus pulled up and everyone piled in.
"Forget it, William," Emma said as she noticed him looking longingly outside the window. "It's obvious she's not interested."

Chapter Two
"I just can't stop thinking about her," William said as the three of them were in St. James' Palace.
"William, we've only left the museum an hour ago," Emma reminded.
"I know and it already seems like an eternity."
"Of course it seems like a n eternity. That quiz Mr. Wurth gave us was a long one." Harry groaned.
William got out of his place on the couch. "I'm going out," he announced. "Harry, cover for me."
"William, what are you going to do?" Harry asked in that worried tone whenever William said 'cover for me'.
William put on his coat. "Willhem might not have gotten his girl but my story's going to have a happy ending. I'm going to the museum and I am going to make that girl fall for me."
"Masculine stubborness," Emma stated. "He can't take it that Eileen's not impressed by him."
"Call it what you want." William took off his security device and left it in his room. He went back out."But I'm going to win her." He snuck out the back door.
"Emma..." Harry said her name, looking after his brother worriedly.
Emma kissed Harry on the lips in reasssurance. "Don't worry. I'll follow him."

William's hands were on the steering wheel.
"Well, we're here," a voice said from the backseat.
"Ack! Em," William said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Baby-sitting you," Emma replied getting in front. "Don't you know you're supposed to check the backseat before you get into a car? I could've been an axe-murderer."
William cursed beneath his breath.
Emma motioned to the lone light in the museum. "Well, there she is. Go make your move Second Best." she grinned. She only used the term Second Best when she wanted to goad him. And the Best being of course Harry.
Even her silhouette was perfect, he thought. "I'm waiting," William said.
"If Harry took this long to ask me out... Who knows? I might be going out with you instead."
"All right," William took a deep breath, getting out of the car.
Emma followed him.
William tried the front door. "It's locked."
"Duh," Emma motioned to the sign. "Closed at eight," she sighed. "Okay, you've failed. Let's go home now."
William looked at the castle. He remembered the scene of Willhem sneaking into the duchess' room by a sheet ladder. "I could go in."
"Hold on, Romeo," Emma warned him. "Trespassing?"
"Are you going to help me or not?" William asked.
The door moved.
William yanked Emma behind some bushes.
Eileen? He was hoping. But it was just the janitor retiring for the night. "Move," William whispered to Emma. They ran to the door, stopped it before it could close and got in.
Emma looked around the lobby. The statues of knights and thier shiny swords looked menacing in the dark. She clung close to William. "Now what?" she asked.
"We find her office," William held her reassuringly. "I think it's that way."
The went down the hall.
"Okay, wrong way," William realized. "Let's go here."
They went down another hall.
"Wrong again, Sherlock," Emma told him. She looked outside a window. The full moon was glowing in the pitch black night.
"I think- I think we're-"William began.
"Don't say it," Emma begged. "Don't say we're lost." She saw his apologetic expression in the dark. "Great." she muttered.
Suddenly all the lights turned off!
"W-what just happened?" Emma asked. They raced to a window.
They saw Eileen's car pull out of the parkinglot and drive away.
"No! No! No!" Emma called, waving her hands wildly from the window. She ran to the lobby (yeah, now she finds the lobby) and tried the front door. It was locked. She shook and pounded it but to no avail. A sigh left her as she saw the hopelessness of her case. She suddenly realized how quiet it was.
Emma looked at the massive empty space in front of her. "William?" she asked.
No response.
"Wil-liam?" she asked again.
Nothing.
"Say something," she pleaded meekly as she peered in the darkness.
She moved back slowly down the hallway. The sound of her sneakers squeaking on the marble floor was grating to her ears. She looked around a corner. The hallway was empty. William wasn't there. She looked at the displays; at the placid, pasty faces of the wax statues. The figures looked down on her with scary souless eyes. "William??" she called again, her voice slightly rising in panic. Uncertainly, she walked backwards from the statues. Images of them coming alive and hacking at her with their weapons invaded her mind.
She backed up into someone. A zombie! came the thought. Arms came around her. "Ahhh!" she wailed in pure fright. "Ahhhhhhh - HHH!"
"Em - It's me."
Emma blinked. The boy's features came into focus."William? Oh, Will! " Emma hugged him tightly just relieved to see his familiar face. "Could this situation get any worse?" she mumbled against his chest.
Outside lightning flashed in the pitch black sky and thunder roared. The loud sound of rain splattering on the castle's roof echoed in the room.
"You just had to ask, didn't you," William told her.
Emma hugged him more tightly, unexplainably frightened. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. William could feel it. "I want Harry. I want Harry." she sobbed. "I want Harry. I want Harry."
"Shh, Shh." William soothed her. "I'm here."
"But its Harry I want!" she sobbed.
William fumbled through his jacket. "You want Harry, huh? Okay. Okay. I'll get you Harry." He whipped out his cell phone.
At the sight of the small black machine Emma's heart lifted. They could call Harry, Harry would contact Eileen, and they could go home. Sure they'd get into trouble but it was better than staying over night in a dark creepy haunted castle.
"We regret to inform you that due to the upcoming storm your call cannot be placed." William groaned as he relayed the operator's message.
"Great!" Emma muttered. She looked at the mannequins behind William which were not looking any friendlier.
"Hey, it's not so bad," William tried to cheer her up.
Emma looked at her watch. Harry and I would be sneaking downstairs for ice cream right now...
William led her back to the lobby and sat her down on a chair in the waiting area.
Emma looked up at William. Having him there was nice. Though it was his fault the were in the situation in the first place. But she wanted Harry. Harry would make her laugh and make her forget about being in this creepy place.
William spotted a vending machine. He put in a few coins and got out a medium sized bag of potato crisps he went to the other vending machine and took out two cans of cola (vending machines in a museum? Oh, well...) He came over to Emma and had their late night snack.
"You think Harry will notice were gone?" Emma wondered as she took her share.
William nodded. "He'll notice. But he won't say anything to Papa. Not until twenty-four hours, anyways"
"I have to help him with is weekend homework. Danggit how's he going to go through it without me?"
"Em, relax. You can teach it to him tomorrow afternoon. Or Sunday after church. He's not entirely helpless without you."
"I know. I know. " Emma sighed. She paused. "Gosh. it's so quiet here." Her eyes went over the suits of armor again. The sound of the rain still resounded. The wind could be heard howling through the trees.
William nodded. "It reminds me of a horror movie."
Emma cast him a side almost murderous look. He wasn't helping! Harry, where are you?
"In fact I know exactly what murder movie it reminds me of." William continued, oblivious to her reaction. ''It's where these two teenagers get trapped in an old haunted mansion. Remember that?"
Of course she remembered it. She was scared out of wits by it and she couldn't fall asleep for a week without Harry speaking to her on the phone till she got drowsy.
"It was a cool movie. And there's this madman on the lose. And they can't kill him because he's already dead-"
"William stop it!" Emma screamed.
"stop it... stop it..." her command echoed in the vastness.
William shut up.
Emma wolfed down the rest of the crisps and gulped down the rest of her drink.
"Where are you going?" Sure, William get me all freaked and then leave me! Harry, would never be so unchivalrous.
"To find a bed." William said.
"A bed?" Emma said questioningly.
William walked down the hall. "There has to be a bed in this museum."
"Why would we need a bed?"
"Em," William feigned shock. "I'm a prince! Do you expect me to sleep on the floor?"
Emma jumped off the couch and clung close to him. "At least take me with you!"
William hid a smile. He was enjoying her display of helplessness, (yeah, he's male ego getting pumped here!). He looked at his brother's girlfriend clutching his arm and the smile grew. William wondered if he should remind Emma about Willhem's and the Duchess' suicides. If he should remind her that it took place in this very building. And that tonight was the five hundredth anniversary of that event. Who knows what might happen?
Emma looked at the mischievous glint in the prince's eye and wondered what he was thinking.
Hmmm, William thought, erasing his smile. But still feeling it inside. Not now. Maybe later though...

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