Title: Valentine
Author: Sage
Spoilers: NW
Disclaimers: Annabelle, Aeolus, Agharna, and anyone else that you don't recognize from the Night World books are mine.
Summary: Aeolus Redfern is in to the past. He has a group of vampires that study The Middle Ages. Just when things are looking up Annabelle Hawthorne crashes down. She claims she's from 1692, Salem Massachusetts. She has the clothes and the look, but Aeolus doesn't know what to think. (The Salem Witch Trials are in this story. I stretch things about the trials and what really happened.)
Alternative Summary: When a beautiful young woman named Annabelle Hawthorne falls into Aeolus Redferns' 'lap' he thinks nothing of it other than another tasty treat, until she claims to be someone from the past, to be specific from 1692, in Salem Massachusetts. Was it possible this young woman had traveled through time? The more important question, how is Aeolus going to get her back?
Rating: 15+ for foul language
Part One: The Past
"Annabelle! Where are you child?"
"I'm here," Annabelle Hawthorne screamed from an apple tree.
"You fool child, get down from there. Reverend Samuel Parris has asked us to come for dinner. To welcome us to Salem," said the old grandmother with hair as white as snow, eyes as blue as the sky, and wrinkled cheeks with only a hint of a peach blush tint.
"Grandmamma, why, when we have just gotten here a few days ago, must we go to the Reverends house for dinner?" Annabelle asked.
"For heavens sake Annabelle, would you not question me, you must hurry. Get out of that confounded tree this instant," Grandmother demanded harshly.
"But the apples are so delicious. And they are red, not green!" Annabelle expressed with excitement in her voice.
"Do not spoil your dinner up there, you have five minutes to get down and get into your evening gown," she hollered up at the girl in the tree.
"Fifteen year olds are the devils own," she murmured to herself.
"Grandmamma, I heard that!" Annabelle hollered.
The beautiful young girl jumped out of the apple tree and headed for the house.
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"Annabelle, are you ready yet?" yelled the old women.
"Yes I am," she yelled.
She had the most beautiful purple gown on with black lace trimming on the bottom edges. Her skin was peaches and creamed colored; her eyes were a lilac violet color, and her hair black as midnight, with chunks of purple streaks. If it hadn't been for that accident with that, supposedly water, she wouldn't have had the purple streaks, but she hadn't minded after she got use to it. She rather liked it. It made her look exotic and dangerous.
"Let us go," said grandmamma.
We walked out to our carriage and elegantly went in.
After a ten minutes we had finally gotten out of the carriage and we were seated at a table with the linger of a dreadful smell in the house.
"What is that awful stench?" Annabelle asked.
"Oh, we made a witch cake," said Tituba one of the servants of Samuel Parris.
"A what?" she asked.
"A witch cake said Abigail Williams, Reverend Parris's niece.
"What is that?" Annabelle asked.
"It's a cake with rye meal mixed with Betty's urine," Abigail stated.
Annabelle made a face.
"That's awful," she said.
"Then we fed it to the dog to see if Betty's fits would happen to the dog, they did," she said again.
Abigail was an 11-year-old girl and Betty was 9. Annabelle had concluded that Betty was very ill.
"Why?" Annabelle asked.
"Mrs. Sibley told Tituba to make it," she said.
"Well, this Mrs. Sibley is dreadful," Annabelle said.
"Girls, it be time too eat," said Tituba.
"Well, I hope it tisn't witch cake," Annabelle stated as she got up, with a disgusted face and headed towards the kitchen where the grown ups were.
"Annabelle, you are a very pretty young women, any thoughts of getting married? I know someone, Joseph Putnam, he's on the Salem Village committee," said Reverend Parris.
"I have absolutely no desire to marry anyone," Annabelle said in a stern voice.
"Well, sorry Joseph," he said looking across the table at the very handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Y-your Joseph?" Annabelle asked in shock.
"Why yes I am, maybe you'll think about it a little more? Hmm?" he asked.
"A little more," Annabelle flirted.
"Good," he said smiling at her.
After dinner, which was roast beef and potatoes Grandmamma said, "Well Annabelle, it's time we be off."
"Yes I think so too. I'm very tired," she said.
"Twas nice to meet you," said grandmamma.
"Like wise," said Reverend Parris.
To Be Continued
Author: Sage
Spoilers: NW
Disclaimers: Annabelle, Aeolus, Agharna, and anyone else that you don't recognize from the Night World books are mine.
Summary: Aeolus Redfern is in to the past. He has a group of vampires that study The Middle Ages. Just when things are looking up Annabelle Hawthorne crashes down. She claims she's from 1692, Salem Massachusetts. She has the clothes and the look, but Aeolus doesn't know what to think. (The Salem Witch Trials are in this story. I stretch things about the trials and what really happened.)
Alternative Summary: When a beautiful young woman named Annabelle Hawthorne falls into Aeolus Redferns' 'lap' he thinks nothing of it other than another tasty treat, until she claims to be someone from the past, to be specific from 1692, in Salem Massachusetts. Was it possible this young woman had traveled through time? The more important question, how is Aeolus going to get her back?
Rating: 15+ for foul language
Part One: The Past
"Annabelle! Where are you child?"
"I'm here," Annabelle Hawthorne screamed from an apple tree.
"You fool child, get down from there. Reverend Samuel Parris has asked us to come for dinner. To welcome us to Salem," said the old grandmother with hair as white as snow, eyes as blue as the sky, and wrinkled cheeks with only a hint of a peach blush tint.
"Grandmamma, why, when we have just gotten here a few days ago, must we go to the Reverends house for dinner?" Annabelle asked.
"For heavens sake Annabelle, would you not question me, you must hurry. Get out of that confounded tree this instant," Grandmother demanded harshly.
"But the apples are so delicious. And they are red, not green!" Annabelle expressed with excitement in her voice.
"Do not spoil your dinner up there, you have five minutes to get down and get into your evening gown," she hollered up at the girl in the tree.
"Fifteen year olds are the devils own," she murmured to herself.
"Grandmamma, I heard that!" Annabelle hollered.
The beautiful young girl jumped out of the apple tree and headed for the house.
*******************************************
"Annabelle, are you ready yet?" yelled the old women.
"Yes I am," she yelled.
She had the most beautiful purple gown on with black lace trimming on the bottom edges. Her skin was peaches and creamed colored; her eyes were a lilac violet color, and her hair black as midnight, with chunks of purple streaks. If it hadn't been for that accident with that, supposedly water, she wouldn't have had the purple streaks, but she hadn't minded after she got use to it. She rather liked it. It made her look exotic and dangerous.
"Let us go," said grandmamma.
We walked out to our carriage and elegantly went in.
After a ten minutes we had finally gotten out of the carriage and we were seated at a table with the linger of a dreadful smell in the house.
"What is that awful stench?" Annabelle asked.
"Oh, we made a witch cake," said Tituba one of the servants of Samuel Parris.
"A what?" she asked.
"A witch cake said Abigail Williams, Reverend Parris's niece.
"What is that?" Annabelle asked.
"It's a cake with rye meal mixed with Betty's urine," Abigail stated.
Annabelle made a face.
"That's awful," she said.
"Then we fed it to the dog to see if Betty's fits would happen to the dog, they did," she said again.
Abigail was an 11-year-old girl and Betty was 9. Annabelle had concluded that Betty was very ill.
"Why?" Annabelle asked.
"Mrs. Sibley told Tituba to make it," she said.
"Well, this Mrs. Sibley is dreadful," Annabelle said.
"Girls, it be time too eat," said Tituba.
"Well, I hope it tisn't witch cake," Annabelle stated as she got up, with a disgusted face and headed towards the kitchen where the grown ups were.
"Annabelle, you are a very pretty young women, any thoughts of getting married? I know someone, Joseph Putnam, he's on the Salem Village committee," said Reverend Parris.
"I have absolutely no desire to marry anyone," Annabelle said in a stern voice.
"Well, sorry Joseph," he said looking across the table at the very handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Y-your Joseph?" Annabelle asked in shock.
"Why yes I am, maybe you'll think about it a little more? Hmm?" he asked.
"A little more," Annabelle flirted.
"Good," he said smiling at her.
After dinner, which was roast beef and potatoes Grandmamma said, "Well Annabelle, it's time we be off."
"Yes I think so too. I'm very tired," she said.
"Twas nice to meet you," said grandmamma.
"Like wise," said Reverend Parris.
To Be Continued