Eli: Hey hey hey!! Sorry to leave you all like that. Grandparents had a 50,
had to help with the favors and centerpieces and such. CeredwenFlame, you
confuse me, too. Angelique is NOT Dominic's mother. The lady she was
talking to was. Missy, get over it. Alright, here's the chapter. Enjoy!
Bethany and Teresa let their hands seperate. The witchblade unwound itself from Teresa's wrist and returned to Bethany. They couldn't believe what they just heard. Bethany peered down at the eye of the witchblade and could have sworn that it winked at her. She looked at Teresa.
"You heard what I heard, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, yeah." Teresa answered. She got up. "I've seen that book. C'mon, I think I know where it is!" She told her. Bethany got up and they ran into the office room.
Gabriel and Ian looked up from the computers as their daughters ran in, obviously looking for something. "Hey, what are you two doing?" Gabriel asked as they started looking through one of the shelves.
The girls ignored him totally. "Where is it, Reese?" Bethany asked impatiently.
"I'm lookin', Beth. I'm lookin'!" She answered back. She stood on her toes looking at titles. She grabbed a book and fell backwards as she pulled it out. She didn't bother getting up off the floor as she started searching through the pages. She looked over at Beth. "I can't find it."
"Let me try." She said. Teresa scooted over and Bethany started flying through the pages. She stopped at one page and put her finger down on a name. "This one, this is it!" Bethany picked the book up and carried it over to the adults. Ian and Gabriel looked down at the book.
"Marguerite Carver." Gabriel read out. He thought for a second. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"She was a historian." Ian answered. "Mr. Irons often had contact with her. She translated many scrolls of ancient text into english for him."
"Yeah. She translated that one scroll, what did they call it? The scroll of les choses ?tre pourtant oubli?es, right?"
"Less chooses et what?" Teresa asked. She looked at Bethany, who shrugged her shoulders.
"It means that which is yet to be forgotten, or something like that." Gabriel answered. He turned to Ian. "What was the story about the scroll?"
"The scroll had three parts. The beginning was in Arabic, the middle in French, and the last in some unknown language. The part Ms. Carver translated was suppose to give us knowledge into the future. Last I heard, her theories were being rejected." Ian stated. He turned to the girls. "Why have you brought this up?"
"We saw her daddy! The witchblade showed us!" Bethany told them.
"Bethany, you know you are not suppose to play with it, much less take someone along into visions with you." He scolded her. She pouted.
"But in the vision we saw her! Daddy, this is Dominic's mother!" Bethany told them. Teresa nodded.
"Yeah, we saw her with my mommy. It's her!" Teresa added. Gabriel turned around in his seat and typed the name in. He scrolled down the page and stopped to read something. He turned back around.
"The halflings are right, Ms. Carver was a Mrs. Carver. There's a report here that says that she ran off with her son and never came back. Her dead body was found a few years ago. They never found anything on the son."
"Is the Father still alive?"
"Yeah, I'll get address."
- The Next Day -
Bethany and Dominic walked up the steps of the old house. The stairs creeked under their feet. Ian led them to the front door and had them wait to the side of him. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. A young woman answered. She was about eighteen and had on an apron.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Excuse me, but I am looking for Stefen Carver. Does he live here?" He asked quietly.
"Yes he does. But my Uncle hardly takes visitors. Why are you here?"
"I have come to discover what has happened to his son." He answered quietly. The woman looked shocked for a minute before nodding her head and letting them in. She stared at Dominic as he entered. She led them to two great big white doors. Ian had them stand out side as he went in.
The room was cold and in desperate need of fire. A man, a little older than Ian, was standing at the bookcase looking for something. He turned his head when the door opened. "Who are you?" He asked, a hint of an old German accent in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Stefen Carver?" The man nodded. "My name is Ian Nottingham." He answered as he walked into the room. "I am inquiring after your son."
Stefen looked at him crossly. "My son has long been absent from my household. Why do you ask?"
"Before I answer that, I must know: What happened? Why was he taken? They say your wife took him, is that true?"
"That woman," He began angrily. "Was not my wife. Margurite would never have done this. Not to our son, and not to me."
"Then who took your son?"
"A wolf in sheep's clothing. She had lost her mind. She was.... out of control!" He stated quietly, sadly. "She went around this very house raving that our family was connected to this ancient gauntlet called the witch's glove. She said our son was destined to serve this thing. When I refused to believe it, she took off one night with our infant son. He was barely six months old." He tilted his head to the side. "There, are you happy? Now what the hell are you doing in my house?!"
After that, Ian was sure that this man would take care of his son if he was returned to him. He didn't talk about him in the past tense. And he obviously still cared about him. Ian looked Stefen straight in the eyes. "I know what happened to your son."
Outside, Bethany and Dominic could hear the two men talking and shouting. Dominc was nervous as hell. He knew his father was in there, but he knew nothing else about the man. He could be another Irons for all he knew.
Bethany had her hands on either side of her. She felt her hands and kness quake. She was confused for a minute, and then looked over at Dominic. "Don't be worried."
"Easy for you to say." He mumbled. "You are not just meeting your father you haven't seen for as long as you can remember."
"You have nothing to worry about. He has been searching for you a long long time. My daddy would not leave you here if he thought your dad would be mean to you. You know that." Bethany told him. Just then, she heard her dad call her name.
"C'mon, time to go." She said as she pulled him behind her. He followed her into the room, eyes dropping to the floor. He stood next to Bethany, hearting thumping so loudly he thought for sure that everyone could hear it. He felt someone's hand come under his chin, lightly pushing his head up. His ice blue eyes met a matching pair of eyes as a man gazed down at his face.
Stefen looked down into the face of the boy who was suppose to be his son. He feared this to be another case of someone playing Anastasia. But one look into those eyes, and he knew it was Dominic. His eyes brimmed with tears, ready to fall at any second.
Dominic tilted his head a little, his heart felt like it was ready to jump right out o his chest. "Father?" More a question than an acceptance. At that word, Stefen was brought down to his knees, hugging Dominic with all he was worth.
Dominic returned it and smiled. He felt...... Safe, protected. Like what he felt through Bethany when her father had taken her from the mansion. Was this how it always was? He hoped so. And when he repeated the word 'Father', it really was an acceptance.
Coming Attractions:
Washing a Goddess
Bethany and Teresa let their hands seperate. The witchblade unwound itself from Teresa's wrist and returned to Bethany. They couldn't believe what they just heard. Bethany peered down at the eye of the witchblade and could have sworn that it winked at her. She looked at Teresa.
"You heard what I heard, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, yeah." Teresa answered. She got up. "I've seen that book. C'mon, I think I know where it is!" She told her. Bethany got up and they ran into the office room.
Gabriel and Ian looked up from the computers as their daughters ran in, obviously looking for something. "Hey, what are you two doing?" Gabriel asked as they started looking through one of the shelves.
The girls ignored him totally. "Where is it, Reese?" Bethany asked impatiently.
"I'm lookin', Beth. I'm lookin'!" She answered back. She stood on her toes looking at titles. She grabbed a book and fell backwards as she pulled it out. She didn't bother getting up off the floor as she started searching through the pages. She looked over at Beth. "I can't find it."
"Let me try." She said. Teresa scooted over and Bethany started flying through the pages. She stopped at one page and put her finger down on a name. "This one, this is it!" Bethany picked the book up and carried it over to the adults. Ian and Gabriel looked down at the book.
"Marguerite Carver." Gabriel read out. He thought for a second. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"She was a historian." Ian answered. "Mr. Irons often had contact with her. She translated many scrolls of ancient text into english for him."
"Yeah. She translated that one scroll, what did they call it? The scroll of les choses ?tre pourtant oubli?es, right?"
"Less chooses et what?" Teresa asked. She looked at Bethany, who shrugged her shoulders.
"It means that which is yet to be forgotten, or something like that." Gabriel answered. He turned to Ian. "What was the story about the scroll?"
"The scroll had three parts. The beginning was in Arabic, the middle in French, and the last in some unknown language. The part Ms. Carver translated was suppose to give us knowledge into the future. Last I heard, her theories were being rejected." Ian stated. He turned to the girls. "Why have you brought this up?"
"We saw her daddy! The witchblade showed us!" Bethany told them.
"Bethany, you know you are not suppose to play with it, much less take someone along into visions with you." He scolded her. She pouted.
"But in the vision we saw her! Daddy, this is Dominic's mother!" Bethany told them. Teresa nodded.
"Yeah, we saw her with my mommy. It's her!" Teresa added. Gabriel turned around in his seat and typed the name in. He scrolled down the page and stopped to read something. He turned back around.
"The halflings are right, Ms. Carver was a Mrs. Carver. There's a report here that says that she ran off with her son and never came back. Her dead body was found a few years ago. They never found anything on the son."
"Is the Father still alive?"
"Yeah, I'll get address."
- The Next Day -
Bethany and Dominic walked up the steps of the old house. The stairs creeked under their feet. Ian led them to the front door and had them wait to the side of him. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. A young woman answered. She was about eighteen and had on an apron.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Excuse me, but I am looking for Stefen Carver. Does he live here?" He asked quietly.
"Yes he does. But my Uncle hardly takes visitors. Why are you here?"
"I have come to discover what has happened to his son." He answered quietly. The woman looked shocked for a minute before nodding her head and letting them in. She stared at Dominic as he entered. She led them to two great big white doors. Ian had them stand out side as he went in.
The room was cold and in desperate need of fire. A man, a little older than Ian, was standing at the bookcase looking for something. He turned his head when the door opened. "Who are you?" He asked, a hint of an old German accent in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Stefen Carver?" The man nodded. "My name is Ian Nottingham." He answered as he walked into the room. "I am inquiring after your son."
Stefen looked at him crossly. "My son has long been absent from my household. Why do you ask?"
"Before I answer that, I must know: What happened? Why was he taken? They say your wife took him, is that true?"
"That woman," He began angrily. "Was not my wife. Margurite would never have done this. Not to our son, and not to me."
"Then who took your son?"
"A wolf in sheep's clothing. She had lost her mind. She was.... out of control!" He stated quietly, sadly. "She went around this very house raving that our family was connected to this ancient gauntlet called the witch's glove. She said our son was destined to serve this thing. When I refused to believe it, she took off one night with our infant son. He was barely six months old." He tilted his head to the side. "There, are you happy? Now what the hell are you doing in my house?!"
After that, Ian was sure that this man would take care of his son if he was returned to him. He didn't talk about him in the past tense. And he obviously still cared about him. Ian looked Stefen straight in the eyes. "I know what happened to your son."
Outside, Bethany and Dominic could hear the two men talking and shouting. Dominc was nervous as hell. He knew his father was in there, but he knew nothing else about the man. He could be another Irons for all he knew.
Bethany had her hands on either side of her. She felt her hands and kness quake. She was confused for a minute, and then looked over at Dominic. "Don't be worried."
"Easy for you to say." He mumbled. "You are not just meeting your father you haven't seen for as long as you can remember."
"You have nothing to worry about. He has been searching for you a long long time. My daddy would not leave you here if he thought your dad would be mean to you. You know that." Bethany told him. Just then, she heard her dad call her name.
"C'mon, time to go." She said as she pulled him behind her. He followed her into the room, eyes dropping to the floor. He stood next to Bethany, hearting thumping so loudly he thought for sure that everyone could hear it. He felt someone's hand come under his chin, lightly pushing his head up. His ice blue eyes met a matching pair of eyes as a man gazed down at his face.
Stefen looked down into the face of the boy who was suppose to be his son. He feared this to be another case of someone playing Anastasia. But one look into those eyes, and he knew it was Dominic. His eyes brimmed with tears, ready to fall at any second.
Dominic tilted his head a little, his heart felt like it was ready to jump right out o his chest. "Father?" More a question than an acceptance. At that word, Stefen was brought down to his knees, hugging Dominic with all he was worth.
Dominic returned it and smiled. He felt...... Safe, protected. Like what he felt through Bethany when her father had taken her from the mansion. Was this how it always was? He hoped so. And when he repeated the word 'Father', it really was an acceptance.
Coming Attractions:
Washing a Goddess