Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Characters, however Eddie, Eli,
Tabitha and whoever else I decide to add into this mix
Are mine.
This is my first real attempt at a F.F. SO please be kind. I promise that this story will pick up; I just wanted to have a little background info in here, Flame all you want as long as I get some reviews.
It was a bright sunny day outside the large Victorian manor often eerily referred to as Maplecroft by the small towns many inhabitants. The house itself was truly beautiful, with its three stories, stained glass windows, wrap around porch and sundeck. However, it wasn't the houses' aesthetic features the bothered those who knew the history of the place. Maplecroft was rumored to be haunted by its past inhabitants, most notably. The feared witch and pirate, known as Celeste Mayborne, who was burned alive for the treasonous practices of witchcraft and piracy in the older days of the town's history.
According to legend, Celeste swore to forever guard her family's long time home against intruders, and any who entered with harmful intent would suffer a terrible demise. However, those whom she believed to be truly worthy would receive a treasure worth dying for. After nearly three hundred years and numerous inhabitants, none had ever discovered what this great gift might be. Many of the more prosperous families who had lived there had indeed met their "demise" and while this had never ended in death, at least not to their knowledge, it had certainly entailed the loss of family fortune and often insanity. It was often said that not a single family would ever make it more than two months at the manor.
Making matters worse for the Massachusetts natives of the town was the strange behavior of the new girl who'd moved in a week ago. It was said that she was a witch. Now, this being the 21st century and Fall Rivers being naught but an hour from Salem many of the residents here were definitely not quick to jumping to conclusions, especially about witchcraft. Yet, many of the more logical townsfolk had seen the girl walking about in the woods muttering strange words under her breath while dancing around a blue fire. What's more were the many stories coming from those who truly believed. They claimed that the girl was a medium; she could see, hear and talk to the deceased. She could through these haunting specters reveal many strange and long forgotten secrets to you for a price. Although many more claimed that she had been possessed by the ghost of Celeste Mayborne. Suffice to say the girl, Elixandria Watson (Eli) was not having an easy time of things in her new town. After all, who ever enjoyed being an outcast? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
May 20, 2004 Eli awoke to the high-pitched screech of her alarm clock. "Humph!" she cried as she pushed down the small sleep button. Rolling over in bed, she stretched out, blearily opening her large almond shaped purple eyes to gaze up at the large Johnny Depp poster currently hanging haphazardly from her ceiling. She'd snagged it from the movie theatre she'd worked for in Winslow,Calif. Pirates of the Caribbean was definitely one of her favorite films, after all who wouldn't want to be a pirate?
She smiled as she looked into those depthless chocolate brown eyes of her favorite hero, and future husband. (Hey I can fantasize)she thought to herself. Johnny was definitely her hero; through him she'd learned to like being different and corky. Which was definitely a good thing, as Eli was one of the most unusual people you could ever meet.
"Elixxandria James Watson!!!!! You're twenty minutes late!!" her mother shouted from downstairs. "Uckk", Eli groaned as she remembered the early morning appointment she had with Tabitha Winters the towns historian. She climbed out of bed and grumbled and griped her way into the shower.
As the hot steamy water hit her full force she struggled to remember why exactly she'd agreed to meeting with anyone before 10 am
The Historian, Tabitha had learned from her mother who was working on several of the older estates around here for one of the many museums in Massachusetts, that Eli knew her history well enough to help out at the local museum. Which basically meant that she'd be spending hours in one of the many dusty must ridden back rooms of the museum cataloging stuff from some of the boxes that had come from the very attic of the house she now lived in.
She quickly got out of the shower. Well, as quickly as she could without having her usual minimum of two cups of caffeine filled deliciousness called coffee, which some idiot had dare say was bad for you. Scrubbing her face and brushing her teeth Eli stared into her reflection. She guessed she was pretty enough. She was 5'9 which in itself was an amazing feet as she had come from two people who barely reached 5'6. Eli was slim enough she supposed, with her tiny waist and full bust she guessed she couldn't be that big. However it was usually her hair and eyes that drew looks from strangers. Her hair was a shockingly bright shade of fuchsia, and her eyes were purple, like her father's. Of course, speaking of weird she guessed that her tongue and nose ring didn't exactly put people at ease.
Quickly, throwing on her favorite par of hip huggers, and her pirates of the Caribbean tee, she'd gotten for her 16th birthday. As well as her pentacle, which screamed loud and clear that she was what everyone said she was. She headed downstairs, consumed her two cups of coffee, hopped into her dad's old ford pickup and was off, to the stuffy old museum.
She was just heading down Main Street when her dearly annoying friend Eddie popped in, quite literally. She turned and smiled at the young almost translucent figure of the young boy. " Mom suckered you into working at a museum this summer again?" he queried "You know it" she replied, " And a fat lot of help you were, where were you when she went into lecture mode, about people thinking I'm strange, and me needing to get out, before all of this ghost stuff went to my head?" she asked, and then put her index finger to her chin and looked to be in serious thought for a moment before saying "Oh that's right you were busy terrorizing the maid, who swears up and down that I set a ghost on her to keep her from getting to close to Mayborne's treasure!"
Eddie tried to look sheepish; well he at least put his down in a semblance of shame, although Eli could swear that he was grinning from ear to ear. "It wasn't my fault Eli, she kept going on and on inside her head bout crazy folk, and how weird she thought you were" he replied letting his grin show" Besides, she was a lot of fun to scare, definitely one of the easiest since your mom."
Eli too grinned as she thought back on how often he'd terrorized her mother. She couldn't blame him, her mother wasn't the nicest person in the world, and was so terribly logical that having her favorite vase chucked at her head by some "unseen force" was quickly chalked up to nothing more than the wind, from an open window.
Eddie or Edward Norrington as he used to be called had been her friend since before she could remember, he'd been the only one besides her dad, who'd ever believed her when she said she could see and hear the dead. Eddie had never left her not even when he'd died in a car accident at 14. It was because of Eddie's presence that she'd been able to survive her father's death at ten, it had been Eddie who'd convinced her to stop looking for her father's ghost, and to start caring a little more about the those that were still living.
"You're doing it again aren't you?" he asked, Eli promptly startled out of her reverie looked askanence at her friend "Doing what?" "Thinking about my death, you really shouldn't, besides now you'll have to put up with me 24/7." he replied happily Eli wasn't surprised at getting caught, how could she be, when she knew that Eddie or not, a ghost could always hear your thoughts.
"Were going to have to stop speaking aloud to each other, especially around here. The Flame Lady said that the locals wouldn't like it very much." said Eddie.
At this Eli was curious, while her and Eddie had met a fair numbers of ghosts, spectres and poltergeist she'd never remembered any of them being called The flame lady. "Whose she? Have you met someone around here?"
Eddie, realizing what he'd let slip decided to come clean, well at least for now. "She's just some lady in the house, she's kind of nice, she likes you a lot, says you've got what it takes.."
Author Notes: Does anyone remember what Fall Rivers Mass, is famous for? Bonus points to anyone who can tell me who once really lived in Maplecroft manor!!!!
This is my first real attempt at a F.F. SO please be kind. I promise that this story will pick up; I just wanted to have a little background info in here, Flame all you want as long as I get some reviews.
It was a bright sunny day outside the large Victorian manor often eerily referred to as Maplecroft by the small towns many inhabitants. The house itself was truly beautiful, with its three stories, stained glass windows, wrap around porch and sundeck. However, it wasn't the houses' aesthetic features the bothered those who knew the history of the place. Maplecroft was rumored to be haunted by its past inhabitants, most notably. The feared witch and pirate, known as Celeste Mayborne, who was burned alive for the treasonous practices of witchcraft and piracy in the older days of the town's history.
According to legend, Celeste swore to forever guard her family's long time home against intruders, and any who entered with harmful intent would suffer a terrible demise. However, those whom she believed to be truly worthy would receive a treasure worth dying for. After nearly three hundred years and numerous inhabitants, none had ever discovered what this great gift might be. Many of the more prosperous families who had lived there had indeed met their "demise" and while this had never ended in death, at least not to their knowledge, it had certainly entailed the loss of family fortune and often insanity. It was often said that not a single family would ever make it more than two months at the manor.
Making matters worse for the Massachusetts natives of the town was the strange behavior of the new girl who'd moved in a week ago. It was said that she was a witch. Now, this being the 21st century and Fall Rivers being naught but an hour from Salem many of the residents here were definitely not quick to jumping to conclusions, especially about witchcraft. Yet, many of the more logical townsfolk had seen the girl walking about in the woods muttering strange words under her breath while dancing around a blue fire. What's more were the many stories coming from those who truly believed. They claimed that the girl was a medium; she could see, hear and talk to the deceased. She could through these haunting specters reveal many strange and long forgotten secrets to you for a price. Although many more claimed that she had been possessed by the ghost of Celeste Mayborne. Suffice to say the girl, Elixandria Watson (Eli) was not having an easy time of things in her new town. After all, who ever enjoyed being an outcast? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
May 20, 2004 Eli awoke to the high-pitched screech of her alarm clock. "Humph!" she cried as she pushed down the small sleep button. Rolling over in bed, she stretched out, blearily opening her large almond shaped purple eyes to gaze up at the large Johnny Depp poster currently hanging haphazardly from her ceiling. She'd snagged it from the movie theatre she'd worked for in Winslow,Calif. Pirates of the Caribbean was definitely one of her favorite films, after all who wouldn't want to be a pirate?
She smiled as she looked into those depthless chocolate brown eyes of her favorite hero, and future husband. (Hey I can fantasize)she thought to herself. Johnny was definitely her hero; through him she'd learned to like being different and corky. Which was definitely a good thing, as Eli was one of the most unusual people you could ever meet.
"Elixxandria James Watson!!!!! You're twenty minutes late!!" her mother shouted from downstairs. "Uckk", Eli groaned as she remembered the early morning appointment she had with Tabitha Winters the towns historian. She climbed out of bed and grumbled and griped her way into the shower.
As the hot steamy water hit her full force she struggled to remember why exactly she'd agreed to meeting with anyone before 10 am
The Historian, Tabitha had learned from her mother who was working on several of the older estates around here for one of the many museums in Massachusetts, that Eli knew her history well enough to help out at the local museum. Which basically meant that she'd be spending hours in one of the many dusty must ridden back rooms of the museum cataloging stuff from some of the boxes that had come from the very attic of the house she now lived in.
She quickly got out of the shower. Well, as quickly as she could without having her usual minimum of two cups of caffeine filled deliciousness called coffee, which some idiot had dare say was bad for you. Scrubbing her face and brushing her teeth Eli stared into her reflection. She guessed she was pretty enough. She was 5'9 which in itself was an amazing feet as she had come from two people who barely reached 5'6. Eli was slim enough she supposed, with her tiny waist and full bust she guessed she couldn't be that big. However it was usually her hair and eyes that drew looks from strangers. Her hair was a shockingly bright shade of fuchsia, and her eyes were purple, like her father's. Of course, speaking of weird she guessed that her tongue and nose ring didn't exactly put people at ease.
Quickly, throwing on her favorite par of hip huggers, and her pirates of the Caribbean tee, she'd gotten for her 16th birthday. As well as her pentacle, which screamed loud and clear that she was what everyone said she was. She headed downstairs, consumed her two cups of coffee, hopped into her dad's old ford pickup and was off, to the stuffy old museum.
She was just heading down Main Street when her dearly annoying friend Eddie popped in, quite literally. She turned and smiled at the young almost translucent figure of the young boy. " Mom suckered you into working at a museum this summer again?" he queried "You know it" she replied, " And a fat lot of help you were, where were you when she went into lecture mode, about people thinking I'm strange, and me needing to get out, before all of this ghost stuff went to my head?" she asked, and then put her index finger to her chin and looked to be in serious thought for a moment before saying "Oh that's right you were busy terrorizing the maid, who swears up and down that I set a ghost on her to keep her from getting to close to Mayborne's treasure!"
Eddie tried to look sheepish; well he at least put his down in a semblance of shame, although Eli could swear that he was grinning from ear to ear. "It wasn't my fault Eli, she kept going on and on inside her head bout crazy folk, and how weird she thought you were" he replied letting his grin show" Besides, she was a lot of fun to scare, definitely one of the easiest since your mom."
Eli too grinned as she thought back on how often he'd terrorized her mother. She couldn't blame him, her mother wasn't the nicest person in the world, and was so terribly logical that having her favorite vase chucked at her head by some "unseen force" was quickly chalked up to nothing more than the wind, from an open window.
Eddie or Edward Norrington as he used to be called had been her friend since before she could remember, he'd been the only one besides her dad, who'd ever believed her when she said she could see and hear the dead. Eddie had never left her not even when he'd died in a car accident at 14. It was because of Eddie's presence that she'd been able to survive her father's death at ten, it had been Eddie who'd convinced her to stop looking for her father's ghost, and to start caring a little more about the those that were still living.
"You're doing it again aren't you?" he asked, Eli promptly startled out of her reverie looked askanence at her friend "Doing what?" "Thinking about my death, you really shouldn't, besides now you'll have to put up with me 24/7." he replied happily Eli wasn't surprised at getting caught, how could she be, when she knew that Eddie or not, a ghost could always hear your thoughts.
"Were going to have to stop speaking aloud to each other, especially around here. The Flame Lady said that the locals wouldn't like it very much." said Eddie.
At this Eli was curious, while her and Eddie had met a fair numbers of ghosts, spectres and poltergeist she'd never remembered any of them being called The flame lady. "Whose she? Have you met someone around here?"
Eddie, realizing what he'd let slip decided to come clean, well at least for now. "She's just some lady in the house, she's kind of nice, she likes you a lot, says you've got what it takes.."
Author Notes: Does anyone remember what Fall Rivers Mass, is famous for? Bonus points to anyone who can tell me who once really lived in Maplecroft manor!!!!