Author's Note: This is a one shot. I wrote it many moons ago and have found many mistakes since. But it still remains a favorite of mine, so I am re-uploading it.
Date: August, 15th, 2011
Location: Ireland
Jellico Ireland is a small town that one only finds by happenstance. It lies low in a valley next to a cliff. Every Friday after three, Jellico is a happy town because it's citizens are all drunk
Otherwise Jellico just is. With its low stone house, green fields, rain on Sundays, warring children, and the occasional passing tourist, armed with a camera it is neither pleasent nor unpleasent.
Sebastian Patrick lived on 96 Mayberry lane; why 96 he never knew. There were only seven houses on the lane. But that's were he had lived his whole life. Which was far too long for nineteen-year-old Sebastian, who knew every inch of Jellico except for the nearby cliff mansion, that overlooked the town, like a gargoyle.
No one ever visited the mansion, but everyone knew about it. Some said it's spires held dragons, and a ghostly warlock owned the place. People only caught glimpses of him at night. Once someone claimed that the owner fell twenty feet, only to get up a moment later, right as rain.
Sebastian didn't believe that. But still he didn't dare to visit the place. It was overgrown, with a beer bottled covered lawn. Strange noises surrounded the house.
In till one day while Sebastian was cleaning tables at the pub he heard a thirty something couple, chatting with Ted O'Malley (the bartender). The obviously American couple were talking about visiting the house the next day. The women mentioned that an old friend of theirs lived in the cliff house
The husband grunted in disagreement but said nothing more. O'Malley, and Sebastian's ears perked up, but only Sebastian dared to speak "It's not safe up there. Are you sure?"
The blond women nodded, and this time the husband remained quite.
"I can take you up there," Sebastian offered.
"Thanks" The blond said, "A guide would be appreciated."
The bartender kept staring at Sebastian. He had always known that there was something off about that boy.
The next morning family and substation started up the cliff in the brush and the cover. Sebastian asked a few questions about the owner of the cliff house. All were left answered.
Once the group reached the top, the man tipped Sebastian, and then headed towards the house.
Sebastian hesitated, then instead of starting back down he snuck around the house. Crawling through the overgrown brambles, in till he could her the words being said inside the four walls.
"Bugger off" a British voice said. It must have belonged to the owner of the house. Because the two visitors were clearly Americans. "Just because he went all shanshu on us didn't mean you had to marry him. I had no curse. we could do it anytime we liked."
Sebastian was puzzled by that remark. So puzzled in fact that for a second he dared to look through the window. He found himself staring at the houses owner. The man of many myth's was nothing less then a twenty something punk.
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