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Post by Adelia Cunnane on Jun 10, 2008 7:15:57 GMT -5
The day was dreary, over cast and a fine drizzle covered the city. It was the perfect setting for a funeral. And for the way that Charlie felt. Grief racked her body, and she cried openly. It was strange that she felt such.....a loss at Christian's death. She'd only known him one night, but in that one night he'd been a better friend and more understanding than anyone else she'd ever known in her life. And she had TRIED so hard to save him, and hadn't been able to in time. A fresh sob escaped her lips. She was dressed in all black. She hadn't bothered with make up, she didn't see the point as she knew she'd cry. Dee, the woman she had met...that night, was beside her, her hand resting lightly on her shoulder in silent comfort. Earlier Dee had offer to make the pain less intense. Charlotte had politely refused, since it was her fault he was dead, she felt she owed Christian nothing less than giving him her full grief. Another sob choked her and Adelia slid her arms around her and held tight. Charlie clung to this offered comfort and let the sobs whip through her. "Oh Christian," she whispered so low only Dee heard her. "I'm so sorry I couldn't' save you in time" She wanted to push the woman beside her away as Dee hugged her tighter. Charlie was just wearing a simple black short dress. She had purposely worn no rain coat or hat, or bothered with an umbrella. She welcomed the cold spray of rain that slipped down her face and body, and resented that Dee tried to shield the elements from her. But she couldn't resent Dee herself. She'd been there when Charlie needed someone to help her through the worst of the grief. The mysterious Adelia Cunnane had been her life line both in healing her, and being a shoulder when Charlie needed one. She was so distraught, all the auras in the area, human, vampires, witches, anything...were all blurred together and she didn't even bother to try to separate them. Giving up, Charlie curled into Dee's should even more deeply and just sobbed against her solid companion.
Dee's heart was breaking for her companion. Poor Charlie she thought. She had refused her help in making the pain more bearable. And Dee could see why. Guilt was eating up her poor new friend. Adelia was determined to be strong and steady for this girl, and do whatever was necessary to help her through this. Nothing she had said had been any real comfort to Charlie. So Dee just held her tight and protected her as much as she could from the rain with her thick woolen cloak. Her long crushed velvet dress was one she hadn't worn since the last death in her own family.
Unlike Charlie, the auras around were crystal clear. But there was something that bothered her...and had since her last encounter with Bailey. She knew now that Bailey was no healer, in any way shape or form. He was just a hunter. Yet Dee KNEW she had sensed a healers powers on that fateful night. Even now....she could feel just the faintest bit of that same power...but as hard as she concentrated, she couldn't locate its source. Then something almost impossible hit Dee. "Oh my God." she whispered. It COULDN'T be.....could it? Hating to be invasive, but knowing it necessary, Dee spoke soft comforting words in her native tongue to Charlie before slipping into her mind. She pushed gently through the over whelming feelings of grief, the numbness of the last few days, until she found what she was looking for. The memories of the night Charlotte met Christian, it was hard because she had to play it back-wards until she found when they first met, then allowed the memory to run through her own mind until she found what she had begun to suspect. Dee swore HARSHLY in Gaelic and knew this was all a HUGE mistake. Christian wasn't dead....at least not yet. But with all these humans around there wasn't anything to do until they left. Even Charlie wouldn't' believe her....and if Dee couldn't help he WOULD be....so this might be something best left to herself until she knew for sure. The grave site service seemed to last forever. Almost mechanically she still offered comfort to her new friend, and stopped her from saying anything to the family. That could raise too many questions. As people began to leave the cemetery, Dee strongly encouraged Charlie to go to her apartment and rest for a while. She could tell the girl was weak as she didn't offer much resistance and denied Dee's offer to accompany her home. Just as well Dee thought. I've got my work cut out for me anyway....
Dee remained not too far from the gravesite, and waited anxiously for the last of the grieving family and friends to leave. When it was just the two remaining men that were supposed to finish burying the body, she approached. Dee slid into their minds and "encouraged" them both to go home early and finish later.
As soon as they left Dee grabbed a shovel and hopped down in the half filled grave. She PRAYED she was in time. She could still sense the slight aura but it was fading fast. Dee feared he would drown. The light drizzle from before had been a hard downpour for almost an hour. She worked like a woman possessed. She was soaked, her clothes, her cloak were covered in rain water and damn graveside soil. Relentless, ignoring her own bodies protests, Dee dug the few shallow feet to the coffin as quickly as she could. When she finally heard her shovel hit the coffin, she almost sighed in relief, but it wasn't over yet. So there would be no external damage to the coffin, Dee through aside the shovel and dug with her bare hands as quickly as her stiff body would allow. When she had finally uncovered the top of the coffin, she unhooked the latches that held it shut, prayed, and opened the lid. She breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. She was right. He wasn't dead. And he was luckily. because of the way his body had been damaged, there was no autopsy, and no embalming process. The boy would live still if he has the will too. Dee disapperated his body to her house, closed up the coffin to show nothing had been disturbed, but didn't fill up the hole. Someone was just going to have to be in trouble at work tomorrow. Right now, she had a life to save.
Dee disappereated to her house, and mentally chanted an old spell older than the Gaelic it was written in to strengthen herself for the task at hand. She kneeled next to the mangled body of Christian, pulled a small pouch filled with energy boosting crystals and placed them near the worst wound in his chest. And then Dee spent every ounce of of power she had into the task ahead.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Many, MANY hours later Dee came up for air extremely weakened, and more tired than she had ever been in her entire life. All his wounds were healed internally and externally as well as she could manage. She had done all she could do. And knowing that Dee passed out in the deep dreamless sleep only a witch/healer could have, so her body could recover. Her last thought, was that it was up to Christian now.
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Post by xpoetictragedyx on Jun 11, 2008 6:51:24 GMT -5
((This post is not as Pete... I just can't post as a guest apparently...))
As the casket that held the body of Christian Evander was lowered into the ground, several things were happening in New York. A young girl named Stacey handed the ice cream man (whose name was Bill) one dollar and seventy five cents for her favourite kind of ice cream - blueberry. The police received an emergency phone call informing them of a bank robbery in progress at a store that sold second-hand jewellery shop. And a middle aged couple argued about the discovery of a bag of marijuana that was found in their teenage son's bedroom. Of course, none of these things have any connection at all to the burial of Christian.
A little closer to what was planned to be Christian's final resting place, the people that watched the descent of the coffin mourned. Some did so silently, others did not. Christian's mother - Natalie Joye Evander - in particular seemed to have no problem showing her pain as she howled in mourning over the loss of her one and only son.
Approximately 85.3 meters away from the gravesite, a tall, thin man stood hidden in a copse of small trees. The tall, thin man wore a black suit. The tall, thin man wore thick framed glasses. The tall, thin man did not wear a sorrowful expression. In fact, the tall, thin man had a small smile stuck to his face. He had watched the whole funeral, right up to this point, with a keen interest. If somebody was to come across the tall, thin man at that moment, they might have said that he looked the way a person would look when they were watching a television program which they found highly entertaining. Of course nobody did see him. He was hidden after all.
Forty seven minutes and twelve seconds later, the area was deserted of all living things except for two. One of these was the tall, thin man. The other was a witch whose name he knew was Adelia Cunnane. How he knew this was not important. He knew a lot of things that he shouldn't know, and he didn't consider any of these things important either. What was important were the things he didn't know. Yet.
The same small smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he watched as the witch Adelia climbed into the grave. The same small smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he watched as she began to dig. The same small smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he watched her extract the body of the boy Christian from the casket. The same small smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he watched as she made the body of the boy Christian vanish. The same small smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he watched as she then vanished herself.
The small smile that had stuck to the face of the tall, thin man then changed to a big smile as he turned and began walking away. The same big smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he gently tugged a modern cell phone from his pocket. The same big smile stuck to the face of the tall, thin man as he dialed a number and held the phone to his ear.
The big smile that stuck to the face of the tall, thin man split in two as he parted his teeth and spoke two words.
"It's confirmed."
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Post by Christian Evander on Aug 15, 2009 8:28:42 GMT -5
Gravity.
Christian had had absolutely no concept of anything. Not of time, or his surroundings, or anything else. The only sensation he had really been aware of was a light, floaty feeling. He had seemed weightless. But even this feeling was barely acknowledged by him.
That was before now though. Now, he was struck by something that was usually so normal and unnoticeable, but in this instant felt completely alien to him. It also made him entirely aware of just how easy and delicate this weightless version of himself had been.
Gravity.
Reality came crashing down upon him, and instantly he parted his parched lips and gasped a mouthful of oxygen into his dry, and for some reason gritty, throat. Just as his chest heaved, it also ached. For as the oxygen rushed for his lungs, to Christian, it felt as if he'd swallowed a mouthful of bees - all of which were attempting to sting him as badly as they could before they were digested.
His eyelids fluttered open, and his confused mind panicked for the shortest of moments. Everything was a blur. He could see a few dark shapes drifting above him, but he could not make out exactly what they were meant to be.
He forgot this thought though, as the next wave of awareness struck at him angrily. He needed water. His body was desperate for it. It seemed to him that every single drop of the liquid within his body had evaporated away. He knew that this wasn't very rational, and not at all possible, but it was how it felt.
Twisting his head to the side, a dull ache stabbed into his neck at the movement. He ignored this though, as he was much too anxious to find a source of water to worry about any amount of pain. He pulled his fingers into the palm of his hand - something that also resulted in an indescribable ache - before letting them relax enough to clasp onto the surface he was laying upon, and try to push himself up.
For the tiniest period of time, he managed to lift his body a little. After only a couple of seconds of it hovering those few inches, Christian's weakened muscles gave in, and he collapsed back down. As he did this, his jaw dropped a little, and he let out a strained moan of agony - the first sound he had made since God knows when.
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Post by Adelia Cunnane on Aug 18, 2009 5:15:14 GMT -5
Dee was lost inside the deep healing world in her head until she sensed more than felt Christian's movement then his gasp, and instantly began to bring herself to the surface. As if coming up from a really, long, deep dive in the water her own lungs screamed for air as quietly as possible so she didn't disturb her patient.
As he began to flail around on the bed, she placed her hands on his shoulders lightly to calm him down. She saw his cracked, dried lips and knew he required water immediately.
Adelia murmured softly, in Gaelic as she kneeled away from him to conjure up a potion. They were soft, nonsense words that were whispered to her by her guardians after a particularly horrid healing session while she was still learning. They calmed her at those times, and hoped that they calmed Christian as well.
He thrashed from side to side, and she could sense his pain and carefully sped up the process of mixing his potion. One that would take away his horrid thirst and ease his pain, something she couldn't do for him herself at the moment. Dee finally finished as his agonizing moan escaped his, cracked lips.
"Shhhhhh, love. Here drink this. It will quench your thirst and easy your discomfort." knowing that 'discomfort' was the understatement of the century but lifted the sacred chalice to his lips and poured slowly down his throat to make sure he didn't choke. Christian drained the cup in record time.
"Ahhhhh, that's it dearie." she murmured, the Irish brogue as thick as it ever was when she was healing or was weak. She remained in her kneeling position so he could clearly see her face, and lit a small lamp on the floor. Adelia knew that he, like many others would be confused and have many questions when he could talk again. "Make sure you take it easy, love. You're a very lucky boy. My name is Adelia Cunnane,and I'm a witch and a healer, and I saved your life, luv. I know your name is Christian, but that's about it." She lied. When she healed him she had seen everything in his head, and even if she hadn't she had the chain of events from Charlotte Kelly. "Why don't you tell me who ya are and what happened and I'll tell you what has happened since you've been out." she had chatted this long intentionally to give the potion time to work. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it should have been MORE than enough time for him to be able to speak again. "How're feeling luv?"
Adelia ran her hand softly over his forehead looking for any sign of fever, hoping to keep him calm while he answered her.
((Wow....um.....I hope that works. ))
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