Banshee Song
Book One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Night settled over the town of Salem, and in a nearby hospital, gathered friends and family found rest despite their worries. One by one they dozed off, while close by a brave little boy fought for his life.
She stirred restlessly in her room down the hall. Once again, Ariel found herself plagued by dreams of forgotten memory. The dream played in her mind like a moving picture, with her as the powerless spectator forced to watch the flashing images.
The dream began with her very first memory of the day they buried her mother. Brianna was cradled in her father's arms as they stood over her mother's grave. Her mum had been very sick for a very long time, and now she was gone. She was in Heaven. And she wouldn't be coming back.
Brianna looked into her father's eyes. His large blue eyes were red and wet with unshed tears. He looked back down at her and smiled. Brianna smiled too when he kissed the top of her head. He held her closer to him and cradled her head in the crook of his neck. She cuddled close to him and cried silent tears for the pain in her father's eyes.
Her dream flashed to another moment of her life one year later. "Hang on tight, Brianna! I'm gonna go really fast!" Brianna laughed noiselessly and clutched Colin's shoulders tightly. He carried her on his back as they raced around the castle courtyard. They soon entered the kitchen and the Colin Express came to a complete stop. Brianna turned her head to hear loud voices from the next room.
Colin flashed her a bright smile. "Och, it looks like yer da is getting excited again. Let's go in and see if ye can't calm him down a bit."
They walked into the dining room where her father Tom was arguing loudly with his cousin Sean. "Am I the only person here who believes Ireland belongs to the Irish?"
Sean sighed heavily. "O'course not, Tom. But there's a right way to go about bringin' change, and what ye're proposin' is not it."
Brianna climbed up onto her father's lap. His hard, angry face softened immediately with her presence. His voice was softer and gentler as he continued his conversation with Sean. She laid her head in the crook of his neck and listened to his rich voice. She was four, and just beginning to wonder why she didn't have a voice of her own.
Brianna placed her small hand on her father's neck. She jumped back excitedly to feel the vibrations from his vocal cords. Her green eyes grew wide as her father looked down at her quizzically. She placed her hand on her neck and opened her mouth to speak.
But there was no sound. And there were no vibrations.
She looked back into her father's deep blue eyes as if to ask, "What's wrong with me?" His eyes clouded with pain and he drew her closely to his chest as tears fell from her eyes.
Again, her dream changed. Her father was away that night. He was away many nights. She never knew where he was or what he was doing, but she knew her family didn't like it; that they were afraid for him. She was five years old and didn't know what the IRA was; didn't know enough to be afraid.
Even though she missed her da greatly, there was plenty of family here to care for her and make her feel loved. Her grandparents had become like second parents ever since her mother died. And her cousin Sean's wife Maeve was living with them while Sean worked under covers for something called enter pole.
That night Brianna had awoken to a noise downstairs. She smiled to think that it was her da coming home. So she hurriedly made her way down the stone stairs of the castle. She stopped still on the last step when she heard the loud angry voices. She could just make out her grandfather's angry cry, "Dimera! Ye aren't going to get anywhere near her!"
But then two loud noises like the sounds of large firecrackers filled the house and echoed loudly in Brianna's ears. She then heard two muffled thuds and then silence.
Brianna crawled into a nearby cubbyhole and hid in the darkness. She heard steps stealthily coming nearer. Two dark men passed her. They were dressed in dark clothing and they carried large evil looking objects that Brianna had seen many times on the news. She remembered that they were called guns, and that guns were used to kill people. People who have been killed are dead. And dead people don't come back. Like her mum.
A third man passed. He carried no gun. He didn't need a gun. He was darker than the others. She could sense his evil, and shrank back from his presence. She held her breath for an endless second, and then he too passed her by.
She scrambled to the living room, from where the dark men had come. Her grandparents lay on the ground, not moving. Brianna saw the dark red blood flowing like rivers from gaping wounds. She looked into her grandmother's wide staring eyes and stumbled backwards from the horrific scene. Blood.
A loud scream brought her out of her terrified shock. She ran back into the hall just in time to see the men gun down her aunt Maeve. Brianna stood still as the multitude of bullets riddled her beloved aunt's body. Aunt Maeve collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been slashed. The men laughed and stepped over her lifeless body.
She ran to her aunt's body. Tears streamed down her face and she pleaded wordlessly with her aunt not to die. Brianna hugged the still woman to her closely, ignoring the blood that seeped onto her nightgown and her hands. She looked at her small hands covered in the blood of her family. Blood.
Brianna scrambled to the phone in the hall and dialed the police. "Hello?" the woman in the phone asked. Brianna clapped her hands loudly over the receiver, the way she was taught to do with the baby monitor in her room. But this woman on the phone was not her family, and didn't know what the sound meant.
"Hello?" Brianna heard the exasperation in the woman's voice. She clapped louder, tears of desperation streaming down her face. Blood. Her family was dying. Bad men were in the house. She needed help.
"Hello?" Brianna clapped and sobbed. Would someone help her? She clapped her bloody hands together pleading for someone to save her.
click Brianna dropped the receiver to the floor and collapsed from grief and fear. There was blood on her hands. She looked down the hall and saw the blood flowing in dark rivers from her aunt's body. Blood.
She crawled into a nearby hidey-hole as dark footsteps neared. She shrank back into the shadows. But he still found her. The darkest one found her, his hand reaching for her. Light flashed off of the ring on his pinky finger, illuminating the picture of a bird engulfed in flames.
Brianna laid on a cold stone slab, bound with rope on her arms and legs. Rough hands held sharp razors that slashed her skin. Blood flowed from her skin and fell to the ground. Blood. Her family is dead. She didn't save them.
She cried, seeing their faces in her mind. Seeing the blood. Her father's blue eyes flashed in her mind. Where is he? Would he ever find her? Would he know what happened?
Pain ripped through her, and her strength waned. She cried from fear, from grief, from pain. Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.
Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.
She threw her head back and screamed, power erupting from her throat. She heard a song in her soul and she sang it aloud, giving voice to her emotions. Ancient power flowed through her.
And she sang.
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Chloe moaned and shifted in her sleep next to Brady. She was dreaming too.
She stood on the stage at Julliard. She looked out at the three judges and began to sing. Her voice was beautiful, full of emotion. She sang a song she had never heard, but has always known.
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
She sang before the judges but something was wrong. She kept seeing him, before her eyes. Dr. Moore was pointing a gun at her, his mocking laughter ringing through her ears. She was terrified, but she couldn't stop singing. Her song grew darker, filled with her pain and fear, and the judges became concerned. But she kept singing her song.
Verbum sapienti (eo plus cupiunt)
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent} eo plus cupiunt
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent} eo plus cupiunt
Chloe sang and watched as Moore fired his gun. She watched frozen as the bullet ripped through Brady's body. Blood. His lifeless body sank to the ground.
Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.
The judges were now out of their minds with terror. Chloe made no effort to stop the power surging through her. Moore stood in front of her, taunting her with a loaded gun aimed at her heart. A dark smile graced her lips as the ancient power welled up inside her.
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Iternum
Iternum
The power flew from her mouth, obliterating everything in sight. Moore was bodily picked up and hurled into the far wall. Chloe laughed to see his bloody body slowly slide down the wall. Her enemy defeated, she tried to stop her song only to find that it was now out of control. She grew frightened as the power continued to build, finally to erupt outwards. The blast ripped through the terrified judges with the force of a small bomb. Blood flew everywhere and Chloe looked down to find herself covered in it, head to toe.
Guilt, remorse and fear overwhelmed her. She was terrified of the power that had been inside her, and she vowed to never let it loose again. She buried the power, and the emotions that unleash it deep down inside.
She finished her song emotionlessly on the empty bloody stage.
Ariel woke from her dream and got up from her bed. She walked out of her room and down the hall, pulled by the force that had brought her to Salem. She knew that it was nearby, she could feel it. That familiar presence.
Chloe stirred from her sleep and noiselessly got up from her position beside Brady. She moved down the hall, answering the call she felt in her soul. There was a powerful pull on her spirit, one that could not be ignored. It was close.
Ariel rounded the corner and came face to face with Chloe. She saw Chloe's deep blue eyes and was immediately reminded of another pair of eyes from long ago.
Chloe looked at the redheaded girl in front of her. She stared into the green eyes and flashed to another time, another life. When she had been someone else.
Images and visions flashed in their minds until finally, they both wordlessly collapsed to the ground.
Cursum Perficio By Enya. Her CD Watermark is pretty much the soundtrack for this fic. You should either buy it, or download some of these songs. Especially this one, because this song represents the song of the Banshee in my fic. You really have to hear it to get what I'm trying to write.
Book One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Night settled over the town of Salem, and in a nearby hospital, gathered friends and family found rest despite their worries. One by one they dozed off, while close by a brave little boy fought for his life.
She stirred restlessly in her room down the hall. Once again, Ariel found herself plagued by dreams of forgotten memory. The dream played in her mind like a moving picture, with her as the powerless spectator forced to watch the flashing images.
The dream began with her very first memory of the day they buried her mother. Brianna was cradled in her father's arms as they stood over her mother's grave. Her mum had been very sick for a very long time, and now she was gone. She was in Heaven. And she wouldn't be coming back.
Brianna looked into her father's eyes. His large blue eyes were red and wet with unshed tears. He looked back down at her and smiled. Brianna smiled too when he kissed the top of her head. He held her closer to him and cradled her head in the crook of his neck. She cuddled close to him and cried silent tears for the pain in her father's eyes.
Her dream flashed to another moment of her life one year later. "Hang on tight, Brianna! I'm gonna go really fast!" Brianna laughed noiselessly and clutched Colin's shoulders tightly. He carried her on his back as they raced around the castle courtyard. They soon entered the kitchen and the Colin Express came to a complete stop. Brianna turned her head to hear loud voices from the next room.
Colin flashed her a bright smile. "Och, it looks like yer da is getting excited again. Let's go in and see if ye can't calm him down a bit."
They walked into the dining room where her father Tom was arguing loudly with his cousin Sean. "Am I the only person here who believes Ireland belongs to the Irish?"
Sean sighed heavily. "O'course not, Tom. But there's a right way to go about bringin' change, and what ye're proposin' is not it."
Brianna climbed up onto her father's lap. His hard, angry face softened immediately with her presence. His voice was softer and gentler as he continued his conversation with Sean. She laid her head in the crook of his neck and listened to his rich voice. She was four, and just beginning to wonder why she didn't have a voice of her own.
Brianna placed her small hand on her father's neck. She jumped back excitedly to feel the vibrations from his vocal cords. Her green eyes grew wide as her father looked down at her quizzically. She placed her hand on her neck and opened her mouth to speak.
But there was no sound. And there were no vibrations.
She looked back into her father's deep blue eyes as if to ask, "What's wrong with me?" His eyes clouded with pain and he drew her closely to his chest as tears fell from her eyes.
Again, her dream changed. Her father was away that night. He was away many nights. She never knew where he was or what he was doing, but she knew her family didn't like it; that they were afraid for him. She was five years old and didn't know what the IRA was; didn't know enough to be afraid.
Even though she missed her da greatly, there was plenty of family here to care for her and make her feel loved. Her grandparents had become like second parents ever since her mother died. And her cousin Sean's wife Maeve was living with them while Sean worked under covers for something called enter pole.
That night Brianna had awoken to a noise downstairs. She smiled to think that it was her da coming home. So she hurriedly made her way down the stone stairs of the castle. She stopped still on the last step when she heard the loud angry voices. She could just make out her grandfather's angry cry, "Dimera! Ye aren't going to get anywhere near her!"
But then two loud noises like the sounds of large firecrackers filled the house and echoed loudly in Brianna's ears. She then heard two muffled thuds and then silence.
Brianna crawled into a nearby cubbyhole and hid in the darkness. She heard steps stealthily coming nearer. Two dark men passed her. They were dressed in dark clothing and they carried large evil looking objects that Brianna had seen many times on the news. She remembered that they were called guns, and that guns were used to kill people. People who have been killed are dead. And dead people don't come back. Like her mum.
A third man passed. He carried no gun. He didn't need a gun. He was darker than the others. She could sense his evil, and shrank back from his presence. She held her breath for an endless second, and then he too passed her by.
She scrambled to the living room, from where the dark men had come. Her grandparents lay on the ground, not moving. Brianna saw the dark red blood flowing like rivers from gaping wounds. She looked into her grandmother's wide staring eyes and stumbled backwards from the horrific scene. Blood.
A loud scream brought her out of her terrified shock. She ran back into the hall just in time to see the men gun down her aunt Maeve. Brianna stood still as the multitude of bullets riddled her beloved aunt's body. Aunt Maeve collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been slashed. The men laughed and stepped over her lifeless body.
She ran to her aunt's body. Tears streamed down her face and she pleaded wordlessly with her aunt not to die. Brianna hugged the still woman to her closely, ignoring the blood that seeped onto her nightgown and her hands. She looked at her small hands covered in the blood of her family. Blood.
Brianna scrambled to the phone in the hall and dialed the police. "Hello?" the woman in the phone asked. Brianna clapped her hands loudly over the receiver, the way she was taught to do with the baby monitor in her room. But this woman on the phone was not her family, and didn't know what the sound meant.
"Hello?" Brianna heard the exasperation in the woman's voice. She clapped louder, tears of desperation streaming down her face. Blood. Her family was dying. Bad men were in the house. She needed help.
"Hello?" Brianna clapped and sobbed. Would someone help her? She clapped her bloody hands together pleading for someone to save her.
click Brianna dropped the receiver to the floor and collapsed from grief and fear. There was blood on her hands. She looked down the hall and saw the blood flowing in dark rivers from her aunt's body. Blood.
She crawled into a nearby hidey-hole as dark footsteps neared. She shrank back into the shadows. But he still found her. The darkest one found her, his hand reaching for her. Light flashed off of the ring on his pinky finger, illuminating the picture of a bird engulfed in flames.
Brianna laid on a cold stone slab, bound with rope on her arms and legs. Rough hands held sharp razors that slashed her skin. Blood flowed from her skin and fell to the ground. Blood. Her family is dead. She didn't save them.
She cried, seeing their faces in her mind. Seeing the blood. Her father's blue eyes flashed in her mind. Where is he? Would he ever find her? Would he know what happened?
Pain ripped through her, and her strength waned. She cried from fear, from grief, from pain. Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.
Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.
She threw her head back and screamed, power erupting from her throat. She heard a song in her soul and she sang it aloud, giving voice to her emotions. Ancient power flowed through her.
And she sang.
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Chloe moaned and shifted in her sleep next to Brady. She was dreaming too.
She stood on the stage at Julliard. She looked out at the three judges and began to sing. Her voice was beautiful, full of emotion. She sang a song she had never heard, but has always known.
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
She sang before the judges but something was wrong. She kept seeing him, before her eyes. Dr. Moore was pointing a gun at her, his mocking laughter ringing through her ears. She was terrified, but she couldn't stop singing. Her song grew darker, filled with her pain and fear, and the judges became concerned. But she kept singing her song.
Verbum sapienti (eo plus cupiunt)
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent} eo plus cupiunt
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent} eo plus cupiunt
Chloe sang and watched as Moore fired his gun. She watched frozen as the bullet ripped through Brady's body. Blood. His lifeless body sank to the ground.
Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.
The judges were now out of their minds with terror. Chloe made no effort to stop the power surging through her. Moore stood in front of her, taunting her with a loaded gun aimed at her heart. A dark smile graced her lips as the ancient power welled up inside her.
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Iternum
Iternum
The power flew from her mouth, obliterating everything in sight. Moore was bodily picked up and hurled into the far wall. Chloe laughed to see his bloody body slowly slide down the wall. Her enemy defeated, she tried to stop her song only to find that it was now out of control. She grew frightened as the power continued to build, finally to erupt outwards. The blast ripped through the terrified judges with the force of a small bomb. Blood flew everywhere and Chloe looked down to find herself covered in it, head to toe.
Guilt, remorse and fear overwhelmed her. She was terrified of the power that had been inside her, and she vowed to never let it loose again. She buried the power, and the emotions that unleash it deep down inside.
She finished her song emotionlessly on the empty bloody stage.
Ariel woke from her dream and got up from her bed. She walked out of her room and down the hall, pulled by the force that had brought her to Salem. She knew that it was nearby, she could feel it. That familiar presence.
Chloe stirred from her sleep and noiselessly got up from her position beside Brady. She moved down the hall, answering the call she felt in her soul. There was a powerful pull on her spirit, one that could not be ignored. It was close.
Ariel rounded the corner and came face to face with Chloe. She saw Chloe's deep blue eyes and was immediately reminded of another pair of eyes from long ago.
Chloe looked at the redheaded girl in front of her. She stared into the green eyes and flashed to another time, another life. When she had been someone else.
Images and visions flashed in their minds until finally, they both wordlessly collapsed to the ground.
Cursum Perficio By Enya. Her CD Watermark is pretty much the soundtrack for this fic. You should either buy it, or download some of these songs. Especially this one, because this song represents the song of the Banshee in my fic. You really have to hear it to get what I'm trying to write.
