Authors note: This chapter is for Sarah as she did write most of it. Just edited a little by me. Big thanks Sarah, and please review!
He stood looking at his beautiful wife as she prepared dinner; he held his son Icabod tight in his arms as he wriggled around.
"Oh honey, dinner is nowhere near ready yet." she stated smiling at him.
"I know, I wanted to come in and check." he smiled moving over to his wife.
She turned and looked at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He placed his hand on Isabelle's stomach to feel for a kick from their new child which was due anytime now.
"She's been a pain for hours." She said looking at her husband "Don't look at me like that I have a feeling she is a girl." she smiled turning back to back the dinner.
Hedley left the room with Icabod and headed for the farm to watch stars with his son.
"Well little Icabod, a new sister your mother says. I'm sure she will be beautiful just like you." he laughed kissing his hair.
He jumped up to sit on the stone wall to look up at the sky with Icabod sitting in his lap.
After an hour of staring, Hedley retired back to the house. That's when he heard a scream. He ran with Icabod held tight in his arm.
"Isabelle! What's happened?" he screamed running into the kitchen.
Isabelle was collapsed on the floor clutching her belly and her neck.
"It bit me! Drank from my veins; the devils child." She screamed again.
Hedley ran and placed the toddler in her cot then ran back to Isabelle.
After hours of screaming and crying, Isabelle gave birth but the child was not breathing. Isabelle was also not speaking or moving.
Hedley was lost to what he could do. He found himself clutching the new born baby until a warm light shone from his hands and in an instance the baby began to cry. Shocked, Hedley held the child to his eye site and found that she was a girl and a healthy one at that. He was so confused that he moved his hands over to Isabelle and did the same to her. He healed the mother and child but he had no idea how he did it. They named their child Emily Bell who was born in 1670. So Hedley started a book to record what had happened to his wife and child.
A book he hoped would be passed down through each generation in hope that they would each have a special ability like him.
"Wow, you had that entire dream in that one night." Sophia asked gob smacked.
"Yes and I felt everything from that dream. That's why I screamed so much. Anyway the next night was even worse but it
Skipped four generations."
"Why?" Sophia asked puzzled.
"Because the power in each other generation was dormant until Lloyd Bell was born in 1798."
"Okay, go on."
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Lloyd Bell the was travelling home by horse and cart after working days in the town. He was looking forward to arriving back home.
"Charlotte. Charlotte are you home!"
"I am in the parlor darling!"
Lloyd walked to the parlor and smiled adoringly at what he saw. His wife Charlotte was sitting at the dining table attempting to teach their six year old daughter the fine art of sewing. However by the looks of it, this wasn't an easy task.
"Stop smiling Lloyd" Charlotte said smiling at him "This is not funny; I think you should hire a governess who is better at these things."
"My love you are perfect. You are the best person for these children."
Charlotte's smile stretched and she utterly beamed at Lloyd as he moved across the room to place a kiss on her forehead.
"Where's Francis?" Lloyd asked about their son as he bent to kiss Sarah on the head.
"Causing mischief somewhere" Charlotte replied giggling as the noise of Francis filled the room.
"Papa, Papa your back" seven year old Francis said running into Lloyds arms.
At that precise moment Lloyd could not have been happier. He was not to know what was about to occur in the not so distant future.
Just then the maid walked into the room asking for the request of letting in a Mr. Slate. They had agreed to let the passerby in.
"Mr. Slate, how may we be of assistants to you?"
"Thank you for your hospitality Mr. Bell just a glass of water and maybe some for my horse."
"Please call me Lloyd and yes you may. I'll have my maid take out water for your horse."
"Well, Lloyd, you may call me Fredrick and thank you so much" he ended looking around the dimmed room.
Lloyd introduced his family to Fredrick but the way he looked at Charlotte made him feel anxious and unsafe. He quickly attempted to end the nights welcome meetings just over an hour after he had arrived. However more news were to come when Lloyd's job as a lawyer had him called away again back to the busy streets.
"I'll be back in two days darling; it will pass in no time"
"I apologize that I cannot be a sure as you" Charlotte said with the dread of her husband leaving evident in her voice.
Less than two days after Lloyd had left his home Mr. Slate knocked on the Bell's door. He was invited in and just like the previous evening his arrival was announced to Charlotte.
"Mr. Slate, what may I do for you?" Charlotte asked surprised to see him back again.
"Well, my dear Charlotte I wanted to check to make sure you were well repays you all for your previous hospitality." Frederick said as he made his way across the room. He stood in front of her and tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
Charlotte feeling uncomfortable at his cold touch stepped back and stated "I am fine, we are all fine. My husband will be back soon."
Frederick Slate laughed and moved towards her again grabbing hold of her wrists and backing her into the wall so she could not move from him.
"My dear do not lie. I know he will be gone for days."
"What do you want?" Charlotte asked shaking with pure fear.
"All I want is you. I know you want me too."
"No I do not. I am a happily married woman and I love only one man" Charlotte said utterly disgusted while trying to move from his unearthly strong grip.
"What did I say do not lie to me?" Frederick shouted while ducking his head to kiss her hard on the lips.
Charlotte tried to push him off her but she wasn't strong enough and she knew the servants that were still present would not assist her for fear of losing their job if they got it wrong. Frederick was so mad he pushed Charlotte to the floor and sank his teeth into her neck.
She knew this was the end for her, she was just glad her children were not here with her, to see this.
Lloyd returned home the next morning, after the case he was working on was sorted rather quickly. He walked through the door expecting to find Charlotte. However what he did not expect to see was Charlotte laying on the floor dead as well as the maids, all pale white with two marks on each of their necks.
"Charlotte, Charlotte you have to wake up" Lloyd shouted aimlessly sitting down beside her.
Dark began to creep up as well as a person behind him at the door. He turned to look upon a man he recognized.
"It was you weren't it." He stated turning to the killer.
"So what power do you contain Lloyd?" he laughed walking towards him.
Lloyd couldn't reply to his comment was becoming so angry his eyes burned and the next thing he knew Mr. Slate was on fire and running out into the night.
Sophia sat and stared at her sister with wide eyes.
"You felt all that and seen it?"
"Yes. I tell you its not very nice. Francis's story doesn't get any better and this man keeps showing up making people use powers, he never dies."
"Okay, I think I'm ready." Sophia changed her position and made her comfy.
"Okay, So........." Jodie started.
Authors note: Okay this is the first part of the back in past chapters, hope you enjoy them and bear with me because they explain a lot.