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Now on to the second Chapter
"....she says you've got what it takes" Eddie replied Eli scrunched her face in contemplation "Got what it takes for what?" she asked as they pulled into the museums parking lot. Eddie noticing where they were decided quickly that now would not be the right time to tell her said "Sorry sweets, but you're here, and I've promised not to talk to you in front of others." He grinned at the look she gave him and quickly disappeared.
Somewhat confused by the ghost refusing to reveal all Eli shrugged her shoulders and got out of the truck heading for the fifty something, eagle eyed historian who was coming right at her. "Ms. Watson, I expected you almost half an hour ago, now you're mother may tolerate your blatant disregard for common courtesy but I will not, especially not from an employee. From now on I expect you to be prompt, are we understood?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips and staring up at the girl.
Eli, was a little shocked at how quick tempered this woman was, after all Eli wasn't getting paid much for the work she'd be doing here, she didn't even want to be here. As tempting as was to make a caustic comment to the fuming woman in front of her, Eli held her tongue and smiled "Of course, Mrs. Winters you're absolutely right! Shouldn't we start getting to work? Time is of the essence."
Winters looked shocked to say the least. She covered it nicely though by stopping to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles in her blue and green plaid pants suit. This definitely hadn't been what she'd expected from the girl her own mother had described as being rebellious and discourteous. After regaining her composure, she took the girl by the arm in led her into the well-lit building.
"You'll not be working up front, we have guided tours going on from nine am until four thirty when we begin to clean up for the day. So I'll have to limit you on where you may roam in the museum. I'd like you to restrict yourself to the storage areas and the employee lounge. I'll give you a key, for the back entrance, as I'm usually here until ten pm I expect you to be here until at least nine thirty working. I expect a nightly report on your findings, after that you may leave, and I expect you here at eight am sharp every morning. Do I make myself clear? Mrs. winters turned and asker her.
Eli mentally went over everything she'd just heard, Stay away from places where you might have the opportunity to freak out guests, wake up every morning at an ungodly hour just to appease Old Miss I have a stick up my ass, and to top it all off I get to leave late and before I do I'll have to face this bitch every night! Eli's mind sighed as she mentally shrugged "Yep, I think I've got it all Mrs. Winters" she replied.
The librarian quickly led her down to the basement where she'd be working. "My office is on the second floor, see me there if you need anything. You'd better get to work, Time is of the essence!" She quipped, and with that the Queen Bitch herself turned around and left.
Eli took a moment to flick off the Evil Bitch's backside before opening the door to what was going to be her personal hell for the next few months. Her mouth dropped open at what she saw. The room itself was badly lit with three or four bare bulbs and a lamp on the desk in the far corner, empty book shelves and glass display cases lined the walls, but this wasn't what shocked her. What shocked her were the hundreds of boxes and crates that stood stacked almost ceiling high and somehow managed to take up every space of the large room.
"Great, Just freaking great I have to leave my friends, my school, my job, and to top it all off I get to fix this mess up!!!" she yelled. Trying to cool off, she decided to start with the stuff from Maplecroft, as those were the only boxes she'd be able to reach without the use of a ladder. Which would mean having to go ask Mrs. Stick up my ass for one, and that didn't sound too appealing at the moment.
It was five o' clock and she was frustrated, not only was she still busy sorting out the stuff from Maplecroft, she'd already had two visits from Old Bitch Winters, who complained at the "slow" pace she claimed I was taking! As if, miss high and mighty could do better. Oh, she was going to definitely thank her dear mother for this one. Eli pulled another box full of old pictures toward her and started sorting. 'This sucks!' she thought 'I didn't do anything to deserve this kind of work, yet again.' What's more is Eddie's words from earlier were still bothering her. What the hell did he mean the right stuff? She guessed that Eddie could have been making it all up, but that really isn't like him. He'd never lied to her before, but then he usually didn't keep secrets from her either. Usually new haunts came to her first; so desperately happy that one of the living could actually hear them.
Where was he anyway? It was totally unlike him to leave her alone this long, especially when she was in a new place. Mostly just to keep her company although there had been several occasions a few years back when she'd need him to keep her safe. She shuddered at that thought, remembering what it had felt like to be possessed. Like a puppet with no control over what you say and do. It had taken a lot for her to get over those episodes, as most of the "haunts" as she liked to refer to them as, had been very old.
Hours later Eli had all but one crate sorted out and organized from the Maplecroft place. After about an hour of working with a crow bar and much cursing on her part she managed to pry open the crate. Quickly removing the packing peanuts, and assorted papers, she found a beautiful white gold necklace with a small pendant, which she thought resembled a pigeon in flight. 'Strange' she thought 'who'd want to have a pigeon pendant?' shrugging she placed it on her lap and removed the next object. It was a map.
Grabbing her reading glasses from her pocket she quickly scrutinized the map. It was at least three hundred years old, and it was a detailed relief of what looked like several islands. "This can't be what I think it is." she gasped Scrutinizing the lettering at the bottom of the page, "The island of Life?" she read.
Well, whatever island the map was of she'd certainly never heard of it. Placing that onto her lap she grabbed the last item in the crate. A worn old leather book. The inscription on the cover read "Diaries of Celeste Mayborne, Eko Azarak, Zomalak, Cernunnos, Aradia." She read.
All of the sudden the room started to blur, she felt light headed and started to fall forward into the crate, it was then that she saw Eddie leading the way into the crate. She fell in and promptly lost consciousness.
The crate snapped itself shut, the pendant, Map and Diary having followed their new owner into the crate.
Hahahahahahahahahah nothing like a good cliffe!!!!
Now on to the second Chapter
"....she says you've got what it takes" Eddie replied Eli scrunched her face in contemplation "Got what it takes for what?" she asked as they pulled into the museums parking lot. Eddie noticing where they were decided quickly that now would not be the right time to tell her said "Sorry sweets, but you're here, and I've promised not to talk to you in front of others." He grinned at the look she gave him and quickly disappeared.
Somewhat confused by the ghost refusing to reveal all Eli shrugged her shoulders and got out of the truck heading for the fifty something, eagle eyed historian who was coming right at her. "Ms. Watson, I expected you almost half an hour ago, now you're mother may tolerate your blatant disregard for common courtesy but I will not, especially not from an employee. From now on I expect you to be prompt, are we understood?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips and staring up at the girl.
Eli, was a little shocked at how quick tempered this woman was, after all Eli wasn't getting paid much for the work she'd be doing here, she didn't even want to be here. As tempting as was to make a caustic comment to the fuming woman in front of her, Eli held her tongue and smiled "Of course, Mrs. Winters you're absolutely right! Shouldn't we start getting to work? Time is of the essence."
Winters looked shocked to say the least. She covered it nicely though by stopping to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles in her blue and green plaid pants suit. This definitely hadn't been what she'd expected from the girl her own mother had described as being rebellious and discourteous. After regaining her composure, she took the girl by the arm in led her into the well-lit building.
"You'll not be working up front, we have guided tours going on from nine am until four thirty when we begin to clean up for the day. So I'll have to limit you on where you may roam in the museum. I'd like you to restrict yourself to the storage areas and the employee lounge. I'll give you a key, for the back entrance, as I'm usually here until ten pm I expect you to be here until at least nine thirty working. I expect a nightly report on your findings, after that you may leave, and I expect you here at eight am sharp every morning. Do I make myself clear? Mrs. winters turned and asker her.
Eli mentally went over everything she'd just heard, Stay away from places where you might have the opportunity to freak out guests, wake up every morning at an ungodly hour just to appease Old Miss I have a stick up my ass, and to top it all off I get to leave late and before I do I'll have to face this bitch every night! Eli's mind sighed as she mentally shrugged "Yep, I think I've got it all Mrs. Winters" she replied.
The librarian quickly led her down to the basement where she'd be working. "My office is on the second floor, see me there if you need anything. You'd better get to work, Time is of the essence!" She quipped, and with that the Queen Bitch herself turned around and left.
Eli took a moment to flick off the Evil Bitch's backside before opening the door to what was going to be her personal hell for the next few months. Her mouth dropped open at what she saw. The room itself was badly lit with three or four bare bulbs and a lamp on the desk in the far corner, empty book shelves and glass display cases lined the walls, but this wasn't what shocked her. What shocked her were the hundreds of boxes and crates that stood stacked almost ceiling high and somehow managed to take up every space of the large room.
"Great, Just freaking great I have to leave my friends, my school, my job, and to top it all off I get to fix this mess up!!!" she yelled. Trying to cool off, she decided to start with the stuff from Maplecroft, as those were the only boxes she'd be able to reach without the use of a ladder. Which would mean having to go ask Mrs. Stick up my ass for one, and that didn't sound too appealing at the moment.
It was five o' clock and she was frustrated, not only was she still busy sorting out the stuff from Maplecroft, she'd already had two visits from Old Bitch Winters, who complained at the "slow" pace she claimed I was taking! As if, miss high and mighty could do better. Oh, she was going to definitely thank her dear mother for this one. Eli pulled another box full of old pictures toward her and started sorting. 'This sucks!' she thought 'I didn't do anything to deserve this kind of work, yet again.' What's more is Eddie's words from earlier were still bothering her. What the hell did he mean the right stuff? She guessed that Eddie could have been making it all up, but that really isn't like him. He'd never lied to her before, but then he usually didn't keep secrets from her either. Usually new haunts came to her first; so desperately happy that one of the living could actually hear them.
Where was he anyway? It was totally unlike him to leave her alone this long, especially when she was in a new place. Mostly just to keep her company although there had been several occasions a few years back when she'd need him to keep her safe. She shuddered at that thought, remembering what it had felt like to be possessed. Like a puppet with no control over what you say and do. It had taken a lot for her to get over those episodes, as most of the "haunts" as she liked to refer to them as, had been very old.
Hours later Eli had all but one crate sorted out and organized from the Maplecroft place. After about an hour of working with a crow bar and much cursing on her part she managed to pry open the crate. Quickly removing the packing peanuts, and assorted papers, she found a beautiful white gold necklace with a small pendant, which she thought resembled a pigeon in flight. 'Strange' she thought 'who'd want to have a pigeon pendant?' shrugging she placed it on her lap and removed the next object. It was a map.
Grabbing her reading glasses from her pocket she quickly scrutinized the map. It was at least three hundred years old, and it was a detailed relief of what looked like several islands. "This can't be what I think it is." she gasped Scrutinizing the lettering at the bottom of the page, "The island of Life?" she read.
Well, whatever island the map was of she'd certainly never heard of it. Placing that onto her lap she grabbed the last item in the crate. A worn old leather book. The inscription on the cover read "Diaries of Celeste Mayborne, Eko Azarak, Zomalak, Cernunnos, Aradia." She read.
All of the sudden the room started to blur, she felt light headed and started to fall forward into the crate, it was then that she saw Eddie leading the way into the crate. She fell in and promptly lost consciousness.
The crate snapped itself shut, the pendant, Map and Diary having followed their new owner into the crate.
Hahahahahahahahahah nothing like a good cliffe!!!!