The song is 'Missing' by Evanescence
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
"Emily!" Emily heard Kate scream even though she was all the way across the room. She turned around and a shapeshifter was right there. He hit her on the side of her head and she fell into darkness.
Minutes later, Emily woke up and knew something was wrong. She was no longer in the mansion, and it didn't look like she was in Las Vegas either. Slowly, she turned her head from side to side. There were hills on either side, and as far as she could tell, she was on one. It was extremely green and though there were no trees by her they were on all of the other hills. In front of her there was a large rock rising about three feet off of the ground. It was almost perfectly flat. "Where am I?" she asked no on in particular.
Much to her surprise a voice answered, "The English countryside."
Emily turned around as a woman materialized out of nothing. "Who are you?"
She had red hair and blue eyes; her dress was a simple white cotton number, and she was wearing purple lipstick. The woman stuck out her hand. "My name is Moira."
Emily grasped her hand; it was cold. "What are you?"
"Right now, that's not important. I've brought you here for a reason. It is not to discuss me."
Letting go if Moira's hand, Emily asked, "Then why am I here?"
"To save the world," Moira smiled, "And yourself."
"What are you talking about? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the 'save the world' type."
"Will you sit down?" she motioned to the rock. Emily complied. "Just stay quiet until I finish, I hate repeating myself." Emily nodded. "Your mother's spell didn't work. Because of that the Night World has gained the upper hand. Soon enough the Daybreakers will realize that. They've already moved from Las Vegas soon they'll have to leave most of the West Coast. Eventually, all of North America will fall. It's not as bad on foreign continents, but the Night World will eventually launch several attacks to take out most of Europe and Asia. Africa and Australia will go next. Within two months after the attack on the Mansion they will control most of South and Central America. Once Australia falls, it's game over unless you can stop it.
"I know it's overwhelming. You need to stop the spell that destroyed the mansion from ever being created." Emily's eyebrows shot up. "The witch who created the spell is named Lady Aithne. She's a force to be reckoned with. Stop her and you save the world. If not, chances are, you'll die. Any questions?"
"Why is she called Lady Aithne, is Lady her first name or is she...nobility?"
"She's nobility. I suppose I should have mentioned that. It's no longer 2002 here. It is 1702. That monstrosity of a spell is being created as we speak. I know it was developed between the years 1702 and 1704, but I don't know how long it took Aithne to actually complete and cast it. All sources lead to the thought that it was finished before a large-scale battle between two lords in June of 1703. Find Aithne, stop the spell, save the world. Does that sound too hard?"
Emily swallowed hard, "Can I go home when I'm done?"
Moira paused before she answered. "...Yes."
Emily didn't ask what the pause was for; she didn't want to know. "So what do I do now?"
Moira smiled, "You adjust for the time and go down that hill." She pointed down the eastern slope. Handing Emily a dress that came from nowhere, she said, "Put this on, and good luck."
Emily took the dress and Moira disappeared. "That was strange," she muttered. She examined the dress. It didn't have a corset or any other ornamentation that Emily associated with 18th century fashion. It was plain and blue. The only thing that distinguished it from a 21st century formal was the wrist length sleeves and the fact that it had no zipper or anything to tie it up in the back. She undressed quickly and wriggled into the dress. It fit perfectly, but it was extremely itchy. Then Emily remembered hearing that the main fabric of the past had been wool.
She started walking down the slope. It wasn't steep, but she hadn't realized high up they really were. After an hour or so of walking she stopped to see if she was anywhere near the bottom and to rest her knees. Sitting down, she surveyed the hill. She was almost three quarters of the way down. 'I wish I had a camera now.' The thought came out of nowhere, but it was true. The countryside was so beautiful. There was nothing near her except for a faint sound in the distance. She stood up and continued down the hill.
Within twenty minutes she was on flat ground again and she could have kissed it. The once faint and distant sound was clearly moving closer, it sounded like horses. Deciding she didn't want to run into the horsemen, Emily sped up. If they got to close, she figured she could make a run for the trees.
The horsemen were much faster than she expected, within minutes they were in sight. She tried to run for the woods, but she didn't make it. One of the men actually scooped her up by the waist and sat her in front of him. He, or maybe it was the horse, smelled vile. She lost track of time, eventually a large manor loomed in front of them. They stopped at what Emily assumed were the stables, her captor stayed on his horse, holding her tightly while the other men dismounted. One of the other men quickly came to her captor's horse. He set her down roughly and the new man held onto her tight. The last of the horsemen came up to her holding rope. He brought it up to her hands.
It was the first time Emily struggled. Something earlier had told her not to fight them, that there was no way she would free herself for long. But it was human instinct to not want to be tied up. Unfortunately the men were much stronger than her. The man holding her said into her ear, "You will only hurt more if you fight." Emily stopped moving. "Good," the man said, "Now hold your hands out, you wouldn't want us to get rough again, would you?"
Emily stuck her hands out silently.
"Answer me!"
"I thought it was a rhetorical question."
The man slapped her. Emily assumed it was for using a word to big for him to understand. "I said answer me, wench!"
Emily let out an insulted sound, but before he could slap her again she said, "No, I do not want you to get rough again."
He laughed, "I thought so." He looked at one of his comrades. The man nodded and moved toward them. He grabbed Emily and dragged her into one of the rooms where they kept horses; she didn't know the proper name. "Be quiet," the man said, throwing her to the ground.
He slammed the door, and she heard him lock it. Seconds later he rejoined his partners. "Go fetch his Lordship." One of the men said.
"Henry, she is just a trespasser. Surely the magistrate can take care of this matter?"
"This is just the thing his Lordship has warned us about. We must be vigilant about all possible enemies, even tiny women."
"Why do you insist that he come here, why not take the girl to him?"
"I am not to be questioned! Lord Varick gave me authority in these matters. I shall not fail him. Robert, go summon his Lordship." Emily heard someone running away. She rubbed her back, easing the pain from when she was thrown. Her injuries from the previous few hours' events weren't serious. The ride had provided time for her legs to heal themselves from her walk downhill, and her back would only be slightly bruised. The man, whom she assumed was Henry, had slapped her had enough to bruise her face, but she didn't heal it completely.
By the time she got all of her wounds down to a dull ache, she heard the lock being undone. Two men walked in. One was one of her kidnappers; the other was a regally dressed young man. 'Damn, he's hot,' it was her first thought of him, and she shook her head to clear it. He didn't look older than 20, but he had mature eyes, he looked like he was very in control. His hair was brown and long, but pulled back to be convenient, yet fashionable. Emily thought that his piercing blue eyes might see right through her if she wasn't careful.
Then she realized, 'Oh, god, he's a vampire. This sucks.' And Emily knew that she had gotten a lot more than she bargained for.
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
"Emily!" Emily heard Kate scream even though she was all the way across the room. She turned around and a shapeshifter was right there. He hit her on the side of her head and she fell into darkness.
Minutes later, Emily woke up and knew something was wrong. She was no longer in the mansion, and it didn't look like she was in Las Vegas either. Slowly, she turned her head from side to side. There were hills on either side, and as far as she could tell, she was on one. It was extremely green and though there were no trees by her they were on all of the other hills. In front of her there was a large rock rising about three feet off of the ground. It was almost perfectly flat. "Where am I?" she asked no on in particular.
Much to her surprise a voice answered, "The English countryside."
Emily turned around as a woman materialized out of nothing. "Who are you?"
She had red hair and blue eyes; her dress was a simple white cotton number, and she was wearing purple lipstick. The woman stuck out her hand. "My name is Moira."
Emily grasped her hand; it was cold. "What are you?"
"Right now, that's not important. I've brought you here for a reason. It is not to discuss me."
Letting go if Moira's hand, Emily asked, "Then why am I here?"
"To save the world," Moira smiled, "And yourself."
"What are you talking about? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the 'save the world' type."
"Will you sit down?" she motioned to the rock. Emily complied. "Just stay quiet until I finish, I hate repeating myself." Emily nodded. "Your mother's spell didn't work. Because of that the Night World has gained the upper hand. Soon enough the Daybreakers will realize that. They've already moved from Las Vegas soon they'll have to leave most of the West Coast. Eventually, all of North America will fall. It's not as bad on foreign continents, but the Night World will eventually launch several attacks to take out most of Europe and Asia. Africa and Australia will go next. Within two months after the attack on the Mansion they will control most of South and Central America. Once Australia falls, it's game over unless you can stop it.
"I know it's overwhelming. You need to stop the spell that destroyed the mansion from ever being created." Emily's eyebrows shot up. "The witch who created the spell is named Lady Aithne. She's a force to be reckoned with. Stop her and you save the world. If not, chances are, you'll die. Any questions?"
"Why is she called Lady Aithne, is Lady her first name or is she...nobility?"
"She's nobility. I suppose I should have mentioned that. It's no longer 2002 here. It is 1702. That monstrosity of a spell is being created as we speak. I know it was developed between the years 1702 and 1704, but I don't know how long it took Aithne to actually complete and cast it. All sources lead to the thought that it was finished before a large-scale battle between two lords in June of 1703. Find Aithne, stop the spell, save the world. Does that sound too hard?"
Emily swallowed hard, "Can I go home when I'm done?"
Moira paused before she answered. "...Yes."
Emily didn't ask what the pause was for; she didn't want to know. "So what do I do now?"
Moira smiled, "You adjust for the time and go down that hill." She pointed down the eastern slope. Handing Emily a dress that came from nowhere, she said, "Put this on, and good luck."
Emily took the dress and Moira disappeared. "That was strange," she muttered. She examined the dress. It didn't have a corset or any other ornamentation that Emily associated with 18th century fashion. It was plain and blue. The only thing that distinguished it from a 21st century formal was the wrist length sleeves and the fact that it had no zipper or anything to tie it up in the back. She undressed quickly and wriggled into the dress. It fit perfectly, but it was extremely itchy. Then Emily remembered hearing that the main fabric of the past had been wool.
She started walking down the slope. It wasn't steep, but she hadn't realized high up they really were. After an hour or so of walking she stopped to see if she was anywhere near the bottom and to rest her knees. Sitting down, she surveyed the hill. She was almost three quarters of the way down. 'I wish I had a camera now.' The thought came out of nowhere, but it was true. The countryside was so beautiful. There was nothing near her except for a faint sound in the distance. She stood up and continued down the hill.
Within twenty minutes she was on flat ground again and she could have kissed it. The once faint and distant sound was clearly moving closer, it sounded like horses. Deciding she didn't want to run into the horsemen, Emily sped up. If they got to close, she figured she could make a run for the trees.
The horsemen were much faster than she expected, within minutes they were in sight. She tried to run for the woods, but she didn't make it. One of the men actually scooped her up by the waist and sat her in front of him. He, or maybe it was the horse, smelled vile. She lost track of time, eventually a large manor loomed in front of them. They stopped at what Emily assumed were the stables, her captor stayed on his horse, holding her tightly while the other men dismounted. One of the other men quickly came to her captor's horse. He set her down roughly and the new man held onto her tight. The last of the horsemen came up to her holding rope. He brought it up to her hands.
It was the first time Emily struggled. Something earlier had told her not to fight them, that there was no way she would free herself for long. But it was human instinct to not want to be tied up. Unfortunately the men were much stronger than her. The man holding her said into her ear, "You will only hurt more if you fight." Emily stopped moving. "Good," the man said, "Now hold your hands out, you wouldn't want us to get rough again, would you?"
Emily stuck her hands out silently.
"Answer me!"
"I thought it was a rhetorical question."
The man slapped her. Emily assumed it was for using a word to big for him to understand. "I said answer me, wench!"
Emily let out an insulted sound, but before he could slap her again she said, "No, I do not want you to get rough again."
He laughed, "I thought so." He looked at one of his comrades. The man nodded and moved toward them. He grabbed Emily and dragged her into one of the rooms where they kept horses; she didn't know the proper name. "Be quiet," the man said, throwing her to the ground.
He slammed the door, and she heard him lock it. Seconds later he rejoined his partners. "Go fetch his Lordship." One of the men said.
"Henry, she is just a trespasser. Surely the magistrate can take care of this matter?"
"This is just the thing his Lordship has warned us about. We must be vigilant about all possible enemies, even tiny women."
"Why do you insist that he come here, why not take the girl to him?"
"I am not to be questioned! Lord Varick gave me authority in these matters. I shall not fail him. Robert, go summon his Lordship." Emily heard someone running away. She rubbed her back, easing the pain from when she was thrown. Her injuries from the previous few hours' events weren't serious. The ride had provided time for her legs to heal themselves from her walk downhill, and her back would only be slightly bruised. The man, whom she assumed was Henry, had slapped her had enough to bruise her face, but she didn't heal it completely.
By the time she got all of her wounds down to a dull ache, she heard the lock being undone. Two men walked in. One was one of her kidnappers; the other was a regally dressed young man. 'Damn, he's hot,' it was her first thought of him, and she shook her head to clear it. He didn't look older than 20, but he had mature eyes, he looked like he was very in control. His hair was brown and long, but pulled back to be convenient, yet fashionable. Emily thought that his piercing blue eyes might see right through her if she wasn't careful.
Then she realized, 'Oh, god, he's a vampire. This sucks.' And Emily knew that she had gotten a lot more than she bargained for.
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?