*Rated "pW" for Previous Wielder. Deals with past lives. Based largely on conjecture, historical fact, and previous same-author fanfiction.
With the Witchblade's now-relaxed grip on her arm, and pain running through her like percolating coffee, Elizabeth reached her left hand toward a nearby chair back. Her present vision swimming in a vision past, her hand found nothing but the light-as-air scarf it already held, her knees gave out, and she collapsed.
A Parisian train platform, dread heavy as sand in her mouth. Connor O'Barragh, the man called Jean, had taken their luggage bound for Berlin to load himself. She and Mabel were alone with the priest, Bellamy. He gave her an envelope stuffed with German marks--no easy thing to acquire.
"Sold a little painting," the Father explained how Connor had come by the money; "about so high, and so wide," framing its size with his hands. "Rare. Year 1412."
Falling to the floor, the pain increased, making it almost difficult to follow the vision memory.
"Seems Bellamy, here," Connor referenced the priest by name, "handles the German's 'paperwork,'" he made a joke of the black market pastime. "Straight from Rome--knows the Holy Father himself."
"They'll be coming soon with the bodies," Elizabeth heard herself warn them, "This is for you," she half-mumbled, extending the scarf she had sewn the night before from the grey silk of her ruined New Year's gown.
Extending it to Connor as Bellamy only moments (was it moments--or lifetimes) ago extended it to her in this faraway Berliner hallway.
Connor took the gift and slung it about his neck. "Tie it on me," he said. His eye sparked at her with such familiarity--such knowingness--she would almost have stayed if he had asked her at that moment.
The memory/vision slipped and slid. Bronte was almost able to hear someone call her name, far off--from beyond the vision.
Sorry for the long drought between my posting sections. ;)
DISCLAIMERS: Elizabeth Bronte and the Witchblade (and additional characters that will make appearances in other chapters to come) are property of Top Cow and Warner Bros. I mean no disrespect, and am not making any money or profit out of their use here.
Any inaccuracies please chalk up to deliberate anachronism.
What happened to Elizabeth Bronte before Possession? Check out Occupation, posted here at fanfiction.net.
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