More Gifts and a Visit
Disclaimer: All these damn things read the same
That night as Fi slept in Carey's bed, he had offered it knowing she would not get any sleep in hers, she dreamed of a man, a dark shadow that would fill her room strangling her, a presence that was sent to hurt her and her family. Fi woke in a cold sweat. Oh God, she thought, what's happening to me? The clock on the table read 3:00 a.m. Fi sighed and once again closed her eyes in hopes that the sand man might pay her a visit. But still sleep did not come. She glanced around at the shadows the trees painted against the windows. She was spending the night in Carey's room, and he was sleeping on the couch. She had turned down Jack's offer of staying with her, needing to be alone with her thoughts. She closed her eyes before rising out of her blankets, and padding to Jack's room, as she entered the room she saw the lump that was her brother lying under a mountain of rumpled bedclothes. As she approached him she saw the peace that marred his face, unlike the concern and worry that she had seen hours before. She sighed, and turned away, not wanting to wake him up and worry him. Get a grip, she told herself, nothing or no one is here to get you. Padding quietly down the hall she stopped at the kitchen. As she walked in she looked at the frige and its contents. Wrinkling her nose at them she closed the door softly. As she walked into the living room, she missed the figure of Carey that was lying on the couch. Flicking on the TV. Set she quickly downed the volume. Slowly she sank down to the couch.
"This is the second bed you have taken from me today." Carey's voice stopped her before she could sit on his foot.
"Carey!" she whispered as loud as she dared.
"You know you could have just said you wanted the couch instead of waiting till the middle of the night to wake me up."
"Sorry, I forgot you were down here."
" S'okay. What are you doing down here?"
"I couldn't sleep." She said as she sat down on the couch.
"Oh,"
They sat there for a while watching the infomercials.
"Carey?"
"Yeah Fi"
"Do you think that this was a prank that some sick person in playing on us, or just a random break-in?"
"I don't know Fi," he said thinking of the note. Jack had made them promise not to tell Fi. With everything she had gone through they didn't think it was a good idea to tell her, it would only upset her more. Jack had promised that he would tell her later.
"What kind of person would do that?" Fi voice shook Carey out of his thoughts.
"You said you saw a face, did you know who it was?"
"Now that you ask, I think I do recognize the face."
"From where?"
"Uhh I can't remember, I know I've seen it before."
They sat a few more minutes vaguely listening to the commercials.
"So Mr. B's not home yet?" Fi asked using her name for Carey's dad.
"Nope, he called saying he would be staying a little bit more."
"Oh," she said. The thought of stay here with just Jack and Carey and Annie was not one that invoked a lot of comfort. She shivered involuntary and hoped that Carey had not noticed. Unfortunately he had.
"Hey kiddo, it'll be okay. Don't worry if anyone bothers you I will personally hunt him down." He said with a light grin
"My hero." She said dramatically, batting her eyelashes at him playfully.
"You bet!"
"Well if you are going to be my bodyguard, I might as well let whoever wrote that note in myself."
"You know about the note." It was a statement instead of a question.
"Yeah I saw it in Jack's room right after I went upstairs."
"And you didn't say anything?"
"I didn't want Jack to know, then I wouldn't have any peace."
"Good point." They sat in the silence. Carey glanced at Fi. Even in the half lighted room the terror in her dark brown eyes shimmered.
"Hey what was that remark about me not being a good bodyguard?" He said hoping to relieve the tension and terror that Fi was experiencing. "I know that was just a joke."
Smiling she shook her head sarcastically saying, " if you say so."
Suddenly Fi was lying back down on the couch, Carey mercilessly tickling her.
"Carey… stop… stop…" she managed to get out, her eyes tearing up with laughter. Eventually he stopped; slowly Fi sat up wiping her eyes with her hands.
"You know I will have to get you back for that,"
"I would be disappointed if you didn't."
He glanced at the clock on the wall. 4:00 am. He suddenly realized how tried he was. He glanced at Fi and nodded his head back toward the clock suggesting they go to bed.
"Yeah, I just don't want to be alone right now." He moved over offering her half the couch.
"Stay here."
"No Carey, you have already given up your bed."
"What can I say, you're my favorite of the Phillips clan." He said with a smile.
Hesitantly, she lowered her head to his chest, and his arm came around her waist. As night surrendered to day, the two finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Jack entered Fi's bedroom, immediately noticing her absence.
Oh God! He thought panicking. As he raced down the stairs he thought where his baby sister was.
"Carey wh-… Never mind I found her." As he raced into the living room. He surveyed the scene. Fi's arms were wound around Carey's neck; his were wound around her waist, Fi's head on his chest.
"Jack…" came Carey's drowsy voice.
"Yeah,"
"Morning"
"What happened?" Jack asked as he watched his sister sleep in his friend's arms.
"She came downstairs and was scared, I said she could stay here with me."
"Ohh…" he was about to say something else, but Fi had begun to stir. Afraid that she might wake the two boys stayed silent, but instead she snuggled deeper into Carey's embrace, her hair making a curtain across his tee shirt.
"Hey guys," Annie said as she came into the room. Stopping short she looked on in amusement as Carey tried to lay Fi down without waking her.
"What happened?" she asked as they walked into they walked into the kitchen so they wouldn't wake Fi.
"That does seem to be the million dollar question today," Jack said dryly.
"Well I was thinking. I thought we could spend the day out together so Fi could get away. I called Molly she said that the rain from yesterday is making it hell to get home. Ned said that it was the same way with him. They're all staying a few extra days." Annie said as she sat down to the table, and the boys followed her example.
"Did you tell her about Fi?"
"No, I got cut off before I could tell her."
"I think we should call the police," Jack said as he raked his hand through his dark hair.
"And tell them what? You have a psycho stalking your little sister?" Carey said as he watched the rain patter on the window.
"We could use the note as proof," Annie suggested.
"It's not here," Jack said quietly.
"What!" Annie cried, "Where is it?"
"I don't know, it was on my dresser right before I went to sleep and now it's gone."
"Well screw that idea. I think Annie's right about the day out. We could all use some fun." Carey said as he stood to make breakfast.
"Is this a privet meeting or can I join too?" The subject of their conversation asked. They all jumped around guilty expressions evident on the faces. Fi raised her eyebrows.
"Mornin' Fi," Carey was the first one to recover from their surprise.
"Hey," was her return. Jack nodded his head towards her, and Annie made a funny high-pitched squeak causing them all to give her strange looks.
As the teens walked into the arcade they were bombarded by the sounds of guns firing and bells going off, they went their own separate ways agreeing to meet an hour later.
As Carey was at the Hot Shot he spotted Fiona across the room talking to a guy; his hand on top of hers. A wave of possessiveness and jealousy rode through him. Whoa, he thought, where the hell did that come? Shaking his head and deciding that it was just the loss of sleep that was making him think these things he wandered off.
Later as the teens met up together, Fi realized she had been able to keep her mind off the visits she had been receiving. All content, and happy they left for home.
As the teens walked into the house, they took off their drenched coats and decided to watch movies and veg out for the rest of the day. As they were getting ready to watch the movies Fi volunteered to go grab a few as Carey and Annie were getting some blankets and pillows for them to sit on and Jack was getting the food together.
Fi walked into the library where they kept all their movies. She selected a few and went out to join the others. She turned out the lights in the library and went into the hall.
The hall was drafty. There had been no windows open in the library. She checked the dining room, kitchen and foyer. Everything was closed.
But there was a draft.
A sense of apprehension made Fi's breath come faster. The door to the living room was closed. She put her hand on it. The space between the door and the door was icy cold. Slowly she opened the door. A blast of cold air assaulted her. She reached for the lamp switch.
The French doors to the patio were open. A pane of glass that had been cut from its frame was lying on the carpet.
And then she saw it.
Slouched against the fireplace, the right leg twisted under it, was a doll. It's white apron soaked with blood. Gasping for breath, she stared at it. A clever hand had painted downward curves on the stitched mouth; tears were added to the cheeks and lines on its forehead, so that the smiling face of the doll had been transformed to a pain-filled weeping image.
Sinking to her knees, she put a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming out. Who had been there? Why would they do this? Questions raced around in her head only to find no answers. Half-hidden among the now red apron was a sheet of paper pinned to the doll's dress. She reached for it; her fingers recoiling for the feel of dried blood. The same cheap white paper as before, the same slanting writing; I will have you. You will be mine. Or you will die.
"Hey Fi- oh God! Jack you need to get in here." Carey said as he looked from the doll to Fi and back.
"I'm kinda busy!"
"NOW!"
"Alright, alright I'm here. What?" Carey pointed a shaky finger toward the fireplace.
"Oh God! Fi, it's okay, you're going to be okay." Jack crooned into her ear. He swept her up in a bear hug. Fi sat there on the floor crying in her brother's arms. Annie and Carey backed out of the room knowing this was something that Fi needed her big brother for and they could do nothing at the moment. Annie sighed as she reached the great hall. "I hate this, not being able to help." She said frustrated. "I got an idea, come on." As Carey followed her up the stairs she turned towards Fi's room. She went to her closet and carefully set Fi's magic book on her desk.
"What are you doing?" Carey questioned as he watched her movements.
"I'm gonna look for a protection spell." She said as she turned the pages in the ancient book.
"I'm gonna go see how Fi is," he said as he stepped out of the room.
As he reached the downstairs he found Fi and Jack sitting on the couch staring ahead. The phone rang causing them all to jump. Jack went to answer it. As Carey sat down next to Fi he heard Jack talking to Molly. Turning his head toward Fi he noticed the tears that were still in her eyes. Wordlessly he gathered her into his arms hoping to give her a little comfort.
"God, I must look like crap. I'm gonna go clean up." Fi said as she pulled her hands away from her face; her mascara making black marks, dirtying her fingers. She gently pulled away from him.
As Fi came up the stairs she found Annie looking through her magic book. "Looking for something specific?"
"Yeah a protection spells."
"Let's see," Fi said as she sat down next to her. They flipped through the pages for a while. As they turned the last page, a crinkled golden piece of paper fell.
"I'll get it," Fi bent down and looked at the paper. On it was a picture of a young girl. Her long dark brown hair back in a low bun; her dark brown eyes were sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a white old-fashioned dress from the 1700's, and seated in front of a great fireplace, the chair she was sitting in was carved in abstract designs.
"Oh my God Fi, that's you," Annie cried as Fi stared at the old photo of herself. "There's writing on the back, maybe that will tell us who this person is."
Elizabeth Fitzgerald was born on December 17th 1693. She married at age 17 to her father's business associates son, Michael Kingly. Michael was the doctor for their village. In the early 1710's Elizabeth met a man by the name of Jerald Kringston. They had an affair from then on, Elizabeth never leaving Michael because of her respect for him. Three years later Elizabeth and Jerald left form England to Ireland. Elizabeth was 23. After Elizabeth, Michael vowed that he would have her back, and began to study the black arts, promising he would make himself immortal in order to be able to find her.
Years later Michael was able to find her residing in a small village in North Ireland. There he took revenge on her, knocking her head against a brick stove and hitting her leg with an axe. In her blood he wrote a message in her blood, here is your broken doll. Elizabeth was able to recover from her injuries, sustaining only a limp in her leg. She died four years later of complications in pregnancy.
At the very bottom of the paper was a picture of a man the same man Fi had saw the night before. Fi gazed at the paper, thoughts racing through her head. Both girls looked up as they heard footsteps entering the room. There he stood dark unruly hair, blazing blue eyes, and muscular build; strong, angular features, a chiseled chin. As Fi looked in his eyes, her fear rose. In the steely blue depths, she saw anger, cruelty, and resentment.
"Ah my dear, dear Elizabeth. So good to see you." He said as he stroked Fi's cheek.
" Yo- your Michael," Annie stuttered. The man looked up from Fi, with a wave of his hand he sent Annie flying to the opposite wall, smashing the mirror with the weight of her body. Fi felt the pressure on her neck increase. Black dotes began to dance in front of her eyes.
"Fi, is something wrong?" Carey's soft and concerned voice floated through the door. She turned her head towards the door to warn him to get away.
"What do you mean go away? What's wrong? I heard a crash."
"Fi turned her head back to assailant, but all she saw was the window open and the curtains floating in the breeze.
*****
A/N
I'm sooo sorry it took me this long to get this up. This is like 3 chapters together. Please, please, please review. Thanx to everyone that has and all your support. Please e-mail me with any suggestions. I had to change the rating and I'm not sure what it is so I out it PG-13 to be on the safe side. Hope you enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: All these damn things read the same
That night as Fi slept in Carey's bed, he had offered it knowing she would not get any sleep in hers, she dreamed of a man, a dark shadow that would fill her room strangling her, a presence that was sent to hurt her and her family. Fi woke in a cold sweat. Oh God, she thought, what's happening to me? The clock on the table read 3:00 a.m. Fi sighed and once again closed her eyes in hopes that the sand man might pay her a visit. But still sleep did not come. She glanced around at the shadows the trees painted against the windows. She was spending the night in Carey's room, and he was sleeping on the couch. She had turned down Jack's offer of staying with her, needing to be alone with her thoughts. She closed her eyes before rising out of her blankets, and padding to Jack's room, as she entered the room she saw the lump that was her brother lying under a mountain of rumpled bedclothes. As she approached him she saw the peace that marred his face, unlike the concern and worry that she had seen hours before. She sighed, and turned away, not wanting to wake him up and worry him. Get a grip, she told herself, nothing or no one is here to get you. Padding quietly down the hall she stopped at the kitchen. As she walked in she looked at the frige and its contents. Wrinkling her nose at them she closed the door softly. As she walked into the living room, she missed the figure of Carey that was lying on the couch. Flicking on the TV. Set she quickly downed the volume. Slowly she sank down to the couch.
"This is the second bed you have taken from me today." Carey's voice stopped her before she could sit on his foot.
"Carey!" she whispered as loud as she dared.
"You know you could have just said you wanted the couch instead of waiting till the middle of the night to wake me up."
"Sorry, I forgot you were down here."
" S'okay. What are you doing down here?"
"I couldn't sleep." She said as she sat down on the couch.
"Oh,"
They sat there for a while watching the infomercials.
"Carey?"
"Yeah Fi"
"Do you think that this was a prank that some sick person in playing on us, or just a random break-in?"
"I don't know Fi," he said thinking of the note. Jack had made them promise not to tell Fi. With everything she had gone through they didn't think it was a good idea to tell her, it would only upset her more. Jack had promised that he would tell her later.
"What kind of person would do that?" Fi voice shook Carey out of his thoughts.
"You said you saw a face, did you know who it was?"
"Now that you ask, I think I do recognize the face."
"From where?"
"Uhh I can't remember, I know I've seen it before."
They sat a few more minutes vaguely listening to the commercials.
"So Mr. B's not home yet?" Fi asked using her name for Carey's dad.
"Nope, he called saying he would be staying a little bit more."
"Oh," she said. The thought of stay here with just Jack and Carey and Annie was not one that invoked a lot of comfort. She shivered involuntary and hoped that Carey had not noticed. Unfortunately he had.
"Hey kiddo, it'll be okay. Don't worry if anyone bothers you I will personally hunt him down." He said with a light grin
"My hero." She said dramatically, batting her eyelashes at him playfully.
"You bet!"
"Well if you are going to be my bodyguard, I might as well let whoever wrote that note in myself."
"You know about the note." It was a statement instead of a question.
"Yeah I saw it in Jack's room right after I went upstairs."
"And you didn't say anything?"
"I didn't want Jack to know, then I wouldn't have any peace."
"Good point." They sat in the silence. Carey glanced at Fi. Even in the half lighted room the terror in her dark brown eyes shimmered.
"Hey what was that remark about me not being a good bodyguard?" He said hoping to relieve the tension and terror that Fi was experiencing. "I know that was just a joke."
Smiling she shook her head sarcastically saying, " if you say so."
Suddenly Fi was lying back down on the couch, Carey mercilessly tickling her.
"Carey… stop… stop…" she managed to get out, her eyes tearing up with laughter. Eventually he stopped; slowly Fi sat up wiping her eyes with her hands.
"You know I will have to get you back for that,"
"I would be disappointed if you didn't."
He glanced at the clock on the wall. 4:00 am. He suddenly realized how tried he was. He glanced at Fi and nodded his head back toward the clock suggesting they go to bed.
"Yeah, I just don't want to be alone right now." He moved over offering her half the couch.
"Stay here."
"No Carey, you have already given up your bed."
"What can I say, you're my favorite of the Phillips clan." He said with a smile.
Hesitantly, she lowered her head to his chest, and his arm came around her waist. As night surrendered to day, the two finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Jack entered Fi's bedroom, immediately noticing her absence.
Oh God! He thought panicking. As he raced down the stairs he thought where his baby sister was.
"Carey wh-… Never mind I found her." As he raced into the living room. He surveyed the scene. Fi's arms were wound around Carey's neck; his were wound around her waist, Fi's head on his chest.
"Jack…" came Carey's drowsy voice.
"Yeah,"
"Morning"
"What happened?" Jack asked as he watched his sister sleep in his friend's arms.
"She came downstairs and was scared, I said she could stay here with me."
"Ohh…" he was about to say something else, but Fi had begun to stir. Afraid that she might wake the two boys stayed silent, but instead she snuggled deeper into Carey's embrace, her hair making a curtain across his tee shirt.
"Hey guys," Annie said as she came into the room. Stopping short she looked on in amusement as Carey tried to lay Fi down without waking her.
"What happened?" she asked as they walked into they walked into the kitchen so they wouldn't wake Fi.
"That does seem to be the million dollar question today," Jack said dryly.
"Well I was thinking. I thought we could spend the day out together so Fi could get away. I called Molly she said that the rain from yesterday is making it hell to get home. Ned said that it was the same way with him. They're all staying a few extra days." Annie said as she sat down to the table, and the boys followed her example.
"Did you tell her about Fi?"
"No, I got cut off before I could tell her."
"I think we should call the police," Jack said as he raked his hand through his dark hair.
"And tell them what? You have a psycho stalking your little sister?" Carey said as he watched the rain patter on the window.
"We could use the note as proof," Annie suggested.
"It's not here," Jack said quietly.
"What!" Annie cried, "Where is it?"
"I don't know, it was on my dresser right before I went to sleep and now it's gone."
"Well screw that idea. I think Annie's right about the day out. We could all use some fun." Carey said as he stood to make breakfast.
"Is this a privet meeting or can I join too?" The subject of their conversation asked. They all jumped around guilty expressions evident on the faces. Fi raised her eyebrows.
"Mornin' Fi," Carey was the first one to recover from their surprise.
"Hey," was her return. Jack nodded his head towards her, and Annie made a funny high-pitched squeak causing them all to give her strange looks.
As the teens walked into the arcade they were bombarded by the sounds of guns firing and bells going off, they went their own separate ways agreeing to meet an hour later.
As Carey was at the Hot Shot he spotted Fiona across the room talking to a guy; his hand on top of hers. A wave of possessiveness and jealousy rode through him. Whoa, he thought, where the hell did that come? Shaking his head and deciding that it was just the loss of sleep that was making him think these things he wandered off.
Later as the teens met up together, Fi realized she had been able to keep her mind off the visits she had been receiving. All content, and happy they left for home.
As the teens walked into the house, they took off their drenched coats and decided to watch movies and veg out for the rest of the day. As they were getting ready to watch the movies Fi volunteered to go grab a few as Carey and Annie were getting some blankets and pillows for them to sit on and Jack was getting the food together.
Fi walked into the library where they kept all their movies. She selected a few and went out to join the others. She turned out the lights in the library and went into the hall.
The hall was drafty. There had been no windows open in the library. She checked the dining room, kitchen and foyer. Everything was closed.
But there was a draft.
A sense of apprehension made Fi's breath come faster. The door to the living room was closed. She put her hand on it. The space between the door and the door was icy cold. Slowly she opened the door. A blast of cold air assaulted her. She reached for the lamp switch.
The French doors to the patio were open. A pane of glass that had been cut from its frame was lying on the carpet.
And then she saw it.
Slouched against the fireplace, the right leg twisted under it, was a doll. It's white apron soaked with blood. Gasping for breath, she stared at it. A clever hand had painted downward curves on the stitched mouth; tears were added to the cheeks and lines on its forehead, so that the smiling face of the doll had been transformed to a pain-filled weeping image.
Sinking to her knees, she put a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming out. Who had been there? Why would they do this? Questions raced around in her head only to find no answers. Half-hidden among the now red apron was a sheet of paper pinned to the doll's dress. She reached for it; her fingers recoiling for the feel of dried blood. The same cheap white paper as before, the same slanting writing; I will have you. You will be mine. Or you will die.
"Hey Fi- oh God! Jack you need to get in here." Carey said as he looked from the doll to Fi and back.
"I'm kinda busy!"
"NOW!"
"Alright, alright I'm here. What?" Carey pointed a shaky finger toward the fireplace.
"Oh God! Fi, it's okay, you're going to be okay." Jack crooned into her ear. He swept her up in a bear hug. Fi sat there on the floor crying in her brother's arms. Annie and Carey backed out of the room knowing this was something that Fi needed her big brother for and they could do nothing at the moment. Annie sighed as she reached the great hall. "I hate this, not being able to help." She said frustrated. "I got an idea, come on." As Carey followed her up the stairs she turned towards Fi's room. She went to her closet and carefully set Fi's magic book on her desk.
"What are you doing?" Carey questioned as he watched her movements.
"I'm gonna look for a protection spell." She said as she turned the pages in the ancient book.
"I'm gonna go see how Fi is," he said as he stepped out of the room.
As he reached the downstairs he found Fi and Jack sitting on the couch staring ahead. The phone rang causing them all to jump. Jack went to answer it. As Carey sat down next to Fi he heard Jack talking to Molly. Turning his head toward Fi he noticed the tears that were still in her eyes. Wordlessly he gathered her into his arms hoping to give her a little comfort.
"God, I must look like crap. I'm gonna go clean up." Fi said as she pulled her hands away from her face; her mascara making black marks, dirtying her fingers. She gently pulled away from him.
As Fi came up the stairs she found Annie looking through her magic book. "Looking for something specific?"
"Yeah a protection spells."
"Let's see," Fi said as she sat down next to her. They flipped through the pages for a while. As they turned the last page, a crinkled golden piece of paper fell.
"I'll get it," Fi bent down and looked at the paper. On it was a picture of a young girl. Her long dark brown hair back in a low bun; her dark brown eyes were sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a white old-fashioned dress from the 1700's, and seated in front of a great fireplace, the chair she was sitting in was carved in abstract designs.
"Oh my God Fi, that's you," Annie cried as Fi stared at the old photo of herself. "There's writing on the back, maybe that will tell us who this person is."
Elizabeth Fitzgerald was born on December 17th 1693. She married at age 17 to her father's business associates son, Michael Kingly. Michael was the doctor for their village. In the early 1710's Elizabeth met a man by the name of Jerald Kringston. They had an affair from then on, Elizabeth never leaving Michael because of her respect for him. Three years later Elizabeth and Jerald left form England to Ireland. Elizabeth was 23. After Elizabeth, Michael vowed that he would have her back, and began to study the black arts, promising he would make himself immortal in order to be able to find her.
Years later Michael was able to find her residing in a small village in North Ireland. There he took revenge on her, knocking her head against a brick stove and hitting her leg with an axe. In her blood he wrote a message in her blood, here is your broken doll. Elizabeth was able to recover from her injuries, sustaining only a limp in her leg. She died four years later of complications in pregnancy.
At the very bottom of the paper was a picture of a man the same man Fi had saw the night before. Fi gazed at the paper, thoughts racing through her head. Both girls looked up as they heard footsteps entering the room. There he stood dark unruly hair, blazing blue eyes, and muscular build; strong, angular features, a chiseled chin. As Fi looked in his eyes, her fear rose. In the steely blue depths, she saw anger, cruelty, and resentment.
"Ah my dear, dear Elizabeth. So good to see you." He said as he stroked Fi's cheek.
" Yo- your Michael," Annie stuttered. The man looked up from Fi, with a wave of his hand he sent Annie flying to the opposite wall, smashing the mirror with the weight of her body. Fi felt the pressure on her neck increase. Black dotes began to dance in front of her eyes.
"Fi, is something wrong?" Carey's soft and concerned voice floated through the door. She turned her head towards the door to warn him to get away.
"What do you mean go away? What's wrong? I heard a crash."
"Fi turned her head back to assailant, but all she saw was the window open and the curtains floating in the breeze.
*****
A/N
I'm sooo sorry it took me this long to get this up. This is like 3 chapters together. Please, please, please review. Thanx to everyone that has and all your support. Please e-mail me with any suggestions. I had to change the rating and I'm not sure what it is so I out it PG-13 to be on the safe side. Hope you enjoyed it!