Thea101: Hello. I had a very good Christmas, what about you? Hope you had fun? I did.
Thank you, I do try my best to make my stories interesting. I am now currently writing a book, but it's only started. Don't worry; I'll still update my stories. Thanks for the review. ;)
RoseWood1: That's just given me an idea, thanks for that. Bonnie was Isabelle? I might do that. Thanks. ;) Hmmm, hmmm…sure. You loved it when the girls kissed didn't ya? Hahahahahahaha. Don't worry one of my friends did as well. Glad you liked this chapter. Ummm, you know the way you said that Isabelle is your favourite character? Well…nah, I think I'll let you read on to find out. Sorry. Thanks for the review.
Jez101: Thank you. And a belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you as well. Thanks for the review. Glad you liked it. ;)
Here's the next chappie. Hope you enjoy?
And a one, and a two… (Sings)
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear Medusa. Happy Birthday to me. I'm 18 today, in case you wanted to know.
Part 6: Memories Part V: The Loss of a Lover.
The year is 1888, and Daniel, Isabelle and I have moved to London, England. There have been reports in the newspapers about murders in the White Chapel District. These murders have been prostitutes, so far only three have been murdered. The killer is calling himself Jack the Ripper, possibly because he rips his victims abdomens out. The Inspector on the case is Inspector Fredrick Abberline; so far he has not discovered who the murderer is.
Due to these…unfortunate circumstances, we have had to keep a low profile. Otherwise, fingers will be pointing to us, and we would have to leave, after I have created a massacre if it comes to that.
All three of us are sitting in the large, lush living room in my London mansion. Suddenly Isabelle stands up, and addresses both Daniel and I.
"I'm going out hunting. I can't stand not being out, and I also can't stand animals' blood. I have to have human blood, otherwise I'll go mental." She states, these are the last words that I'll ever hear Isabelle speak.
"Alright love." I say, looking up from kissing Daniel's neck. I am sitting on his knee, teasing him; I have been at it all day. "Just be careful, and wipe your victim's memory of you." I say to Isabelle's retreating back.
I sigh, and look at Daniel.
"Is it me, or has Isabelle become…how shall I put it…restless lately?" I ask, lifting up Daniel's hand and gently nipping his index finger.
"She's become restless." Daniel replies with a sigh of his own. "But it's probably to do with being bored. She can't go out much because of this stupid Jack the Ripper case going on."
"Well I hope that she is careful." I say, sighing again. "All we need is for someone to point the finger and accuse us of these murders."
"You know that she'll be careful." Daniel says, pushing some of my long black hair away from my face, before leaning in and kissing me.
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It is near sunrise when the knock on the door comes, I open it to find Inspector Abberline standing outside, with a few policemen behind him.
"Good morning Miss." The Inspector says, taking his hat off. "Are you Miss Marie Salvatore?" I have gone back to using my real name. No one here knows who I am, so there is no point in hiding anymore.
"I am." I reply. "What is this all about?" I demand.
"I am sorry to call at this time Miss. I am Inspector Fredrick Abberline." The police officer introduces himself.
"I know who you are Inspector. But what has this got to do with me?" I ask.
"Tell me. Did you happen to know a woman by the name of Isabelle Armand?" Abberline asks.
"Yes I do. She is a very dear friend of mine." I reply. "Why do you ask?"
"Well Ma'am. We found her in the river." The Inspector says, looking gravely at the floor. "She had a bit of a picket through her heart. I'm terribly sorry Miss, but she died three hours ago."
"What?" I gasp, hand flying to my mouth. "How…how did this happen?"
"We don't know Ma'am. We got a call saying that a woman was found in a river with a picket in her chest. We checked her out and found her name." Abberline says.
"We would like you to come down to the morgue and identify her." Another police officer says.
"Alright. Let me get my cloak." I say, walking back into the house. I walk into the living room where Daniel is, and grab my cloak.
"Anything wrong Marie?" Daniel asks, looking up from the book he is reading.
"Inspector Abberline is here." I say, still not over the shock of hearing about Isabelle.
"Who's he?" Daniel asks confused.
"The Inspector on the Ripper case. He says that Isabelle is dead. I am going to identify the body." I answer, wrapping my cloak around me and fasten it. The buckle is an eagle, one of the two animal forms I can take. The other form is a jet-black panther.
"What?" Daniel's reaction is somewhat similar to mine. "How?"
"A picket through the chest." I reply.
"I'm coming with you." Daniel demands.
"Alright, but hurry up." I say, turning around and heading back to the front door with Daniel putting on his coat.
"This is my fiancé." I say to the questioning look on Abberline's face.
"Ah right." He replies. "Let's go shall we?"
"Yes." I say.
"Do you have a carriage?" Abberline asks. "We came here on foot."
"Yes." I answer. "Follow me."
All of us walk to the back of the house where my exquisite carriage is waiting. It is black, freshly polished, and huge. It is able to hold at least ten men. It also has my crest on it; a picture of an eagle whose claws are intertwined with that of a hawk- Daniel's bird form. Isabelle wasn't strong enough to shift into an animal.
All of us climb in, and one of the officers sits on top and takes us out of my back garden.
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Half an hour later, I am standing in the morgue in front of a table with a dead body underneath a white shroud.
"Prepare yourself Ma'am." The doctor says. He pulls the shroud off like a magician revealing his assistant that has reappeared.
"No!" I gasp, clutching my stomach at the sight in front of me. Isabelle, my beloved Isabelle is lying on the table, completely naked. She has a huge gaping hole in the middle of her chest.
"Is this Isabelle Armand?" Abberline asks.
"Yes." I say, tears running down my face. Daniel grasps me and pulls me into his arms, where I break down completely. Something I haven't done since returning to my Florence home over a century ago.
I turn back and let an explosion of power erupt out of me and into the minds of all the humans in the room.
"You will forget that I was ever here. There was no body of a woman called Isabelle Armand. Nobody but the whores has died recently. You will forget that Daniel was ever here also." I say through clenched teeth in a hypnotic voice.
I reach out and grab Isabelle's naked body and bring her outside.
"Marie?" Daniel says, grabbing my arm. "What are you doing?" he asks, seeing me set Isabelle down on the ground. I take her hand in mine and kiss it.
"Mi amore voi." I say, taking the gold ring off Isabelle's finger. It has a lapis lazuli stone in the centre of it, the size of my little fingernail. It is a talisman to prevent the sun's rays from killing us.
I lean down and kiss the top of Isabelle's head, just as the sun comes up and burns her body to ashes.
"Go get me the urn that is in the carriage." I say to Daniel, still through clenched teeth, but this time it is also through the tears. Daniel scurries off to the carriage, and then comes back five minutes later with a gold urn in his hands.
I take the urn form him and gather Isabelle's ashes and put them into the urn. Afterwards, both Daniel and I go back to the carriage and set off home. Once there I tell Daniel to pack his things.
Three hours later, we are on our way back to America, where we will stay in my old home in Boston.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter wasn't as long as the others, but it's 11:15pm, and besides that, my ass hurts. Info about Jack the Ripper is true by the way, just thought that might spice the story up a bit. Sorry I killed off Isabelle, but I wanted Daniel to stay with Marie. DON'T HIT ME ROSEWOOD1. I'M SORRY!!!!!
Mi amore voi = I love you.
