Adventure Between the Line
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"All will be answered after we go to the city." She told him briefly, looking over to the dreary raining city of Boston. The autumn smell easily smelled from their vantagepoint, spice of pumpkin pie that Koudelka would cook for each of the renters. The noises of the London Rats racing down the hall for Halloween, and the sight of the woman he saved who had warmed his heart, and then the other one who looked like her with a torn past, and a way to try to get past it.
"..........I will make you answer then, I promise you, helper......" He uttered underneath his breath in anger at her. He was not going to allow his answers to be drifted from him, not ever again!!!
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Chapter 15: The Alluring Nightingale
Moving closer, They snapped into a modern-day in Boston. It was the late December air, swirling around him and the Varuna woman. He did not seem to want to trust her but Keith could not help it. She had given her word and for him that was enough, for now anyway.
The grayed sky shone with brilliance as white flakes floated down onto the streets creating lumps of cold heaps. Fevered feet ran along bustling in the Massachusetts capital. The business in the air was strong and thick enough as Christmas carolers sang outside store windows along the ancient part of Boston.
That had nearly been a month before, if he remembered correctly. This memory wasn't hidden; it just was there in his mind. He looked upon children who clutched to their mother's hands, pulling them to store windows or even more into the stores. Over-excitement danced along merrily with the resounding laughter and songs of the children.
'This is......' He started, turning to look at Lucrezia. Her hands finding themselves clutched together, looking down at the streets. She nodded sullenly. 'Christmas Eve.' He finished up in words to her. The demon that stood beside him brushed against him, sending his heart into beating faster and his mind into seething at this revelation in disgust.
He saw himself, mixing in with most of the crowd wearing a dark crimson almost black trench coat with a smooth front to it, dusting his steps as the back was split. He wore nothing but regular dark black and crimson red clothes. His face devoid of emotion, thought going through his own molecular green eyes. Keith was coming towards the two, his face devoid of thought and emotion, devoid of any life, when he went into a small bar off one of the side streets, the two following him through the memory.
The bar stank of sweat, alcohol, and sorrow, sorrow being drowned into thick frothy mugs of beer and thin ones for wine. In a far part of the area was a stage, dimly lit as it were with no one on it. The bar on a side of it going into the employees' locker rooms and the bathrooms. The dark mahogany wood seemed to shine with the postured tears shining in through it. People came here to drink their sorrows away, to allow them an empty escape from the torturous reality that he had endured for many centuries.
Moving forward, Keith placed a tentative pale hand onto warm wood, the bar's dark circles showing age and wear easily to his vampiric senses. Christmas was never a holiday he enjoyed since the death of Lucrezia. He would dimly remember the few Christmases he had spent with her being ones full of enthusiastic joy and hope for the world to cope with the abilities of newer inventions, hopes that could always become better.
He settled his body firmly in a bar stool, looking up to a man with white hair and green eyes, a wolfish kind of grin on his face. The man held the general bartender suit with the washcloth thrown over his shoulder. His body frame was a little burly but lithe like water. This man had been in many fights and knew how to end one without getting hurt seeing that he was a bartender.
"Well, welcome newcomer!! I'm Lobos, the bartender here. May I get you something to drink, my friend?" The wolfish man grinned, smiling at Keith's troubled look. The green fervent eyes in which many could remember dimmed somewhat as he thought of his choices.
"White wine, please. "He told the bartender his choice, the smothering smoke creating a hazy effect in the tavern. The stage lit up all of a sudden when he saw her. She was just like Lucrezia if only she had the calming curling brown lockes that his dead wife had had. He stared at her, the body swaying as the music in the background started up.
She was breathtakingly different than most women he had ever seen. She seemed to create an aura of smoothness and mystery all around her medium build. Her eyes flashed open beneath creamy defined eyelids and eyelashes, showing that she was indeed a beauty. Her eyes shimmered with a mystical glow that not many would ever see before. Her eyes winked out towards the newcomer in her bar, him.
That one wink from her made everyone else turn towards him in jealousy that she had picked him out of the crowd. Apparently she was rather famous at this junction. Her garb was a simple light blue dress, slits on each side of her hips, falling down to the floor, showing healthy fleshy legs in strapped ankle-high dark blue boots, velvet shining on them as she stepped forward towards the audience.
Her hair was ornate in a design that seemed to remind him of a dragon, slinking its way amongst the dead, blonde streaks becoming of the bearded whiskers with the highlights being the scales and body. The pin holding this dragon to her hair was ironically a dragon hairpin. The dress showed a little cleavage to get the haunted men wild, and was sleeveless showing twisting mystic arms that were only scathed by the property of silver dark bangles, shining in all on her, illuminating the beauty that stood on the platform like a goddess.
"Subete wa kioku no naka e," Her voice started in Japanese, a song that she had obviously had tried her hardest to get down to the very right notes. Her voice in itself was the catalyst of her mysterious allure, a charm deadly to all men within the proximity except perhaps the bartender who knew her charming voice all too well to be under her singing enchantment.
"Tada wasurete wa, Ikenai mono ga aru, Me no mae ni " She raised her arms upwards in an arc as if to tell of a long goodbye to a man she once loved. Those darkened blue orbs crystallizing with the cold beautiful mask she had on. Lucrezia beside the real Keith was astonished. So, her husband's infatuation had the ability of a nightingale. Shaking her head as the words from the song lulled her in her mind.
" Katachi o nashite wa inakute mo," She forced one of her delicate arms outward towards the audience, the strange gesture seeming to help magnify the created enchantment upon the men who watched her and listened. Those eyes that had winked to him shuddered tremendously as if something she was trying to remember, even more something that she was trying to find so hard yet was not attainable at all. In Lucrezia's mind, the pretty doll up on the stage was telling of a true lost that she could never regain; yet somehow was trying to.
" Soko ni wa iki ga ari, Kodô ga ari," Those blue orbs opened wide, flashing as her frail hand retracted to her chest into a fist, then beating against her chest to tell that she had seen him. Then on the last few syllables, her arm rose out to a gentle arc, the ability shimmering with the shining of the bracelets and their magnetic jingling as she reached out to the ghost of pretending.
"Yawaraka na kyokusen o kaku hikari ga aru, Me o tojite " Closing the luminescent dark colored hues entranced her watchers, awaiting their goddess's voice as her fingers, trailed like ice through the air to one of the brighter lights above the stage. Her voice seemed to be peaceful compared to a minute before. The doll opened those eyes that enchanted Keith fully. It reminded him of Lucrezia's golden eyes that twisted in disbelief or sorrow whenever she felt the emotion, no matter what. It was true that his dead wife wore her heart on her sleeve easily compared to the woman on the stage. He could tell that the woman on the stage had secrets and couldn't ever wear her heart or else.
" Sono ude o nobashite, Yubi saki ni fureru koto ga aru no nara, Itsu ka kitto mata, Deaeru kara," Her hand retracted the icy fingers with the twinkling rings that enraptured her toned arms creating an effect of such great magnitude from her audience as they leaned forward to hear the rest that her voice had paused at. Leaning her head towards her captives, her dark lashes fluttered dangerously as if she knew that she didn't need to put as much of herself into her performance.
"Itsu ka kitto ........." The nightingale let her soft voice linger on. The audience was all ears to her as if she were a master of men, an overseer of slaves that were captured into a web of life. The soft thin line of the ending was enough for most of them to know that she was finished as some people threw up a rose they had been saving or coins in which a man who most likely worked with her, picked up diligently as she bowed and waved goodbye to her audience, making sure to wink at her newcomer before escaping to the locker room.
'She's.....' Keith paused to the demon woman beside him. He watched in ecstasy different than the looks he had given his wife ever, causing a sort of jealousy to ride up in Lucrezia's prone form. Her golden eyes seemed to glare at the pretty doll without a name as she went, swishing and swaggering her hips in time with the exiting music.
'Still alive.' Lucrezia grunted, frowning profusely. She had never gotten such a loving look from her husband ever. It was different than the looks he had ever given her. His eyes read with a love and desire to be the nightingale's and yet he still had in his eyes the power that still held her in his heart. Grabbing her skirt with a fisted hand, she clutched at it to not show any of her agitation. She was trying to let go of Keith finally after two hundred years. She was trying to say her forsaken goodbye and give him a new life. She wanted him to love and yet..........
She didn't want him to at the same time.
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Arisu stared at the wall in Margerete's apartment. The blue shimmering glazed wall seemed to be able to keep her interest to a point but instead of being plain bored like she was, Arisu was trying to heavily concentrate upon the nagging feeling that stayed in the back of her head, never straying and all the more pounding.
Her fiancé was in the kitchen helping Margerete or Malkovich like she preferred to be called, wash dishes from their early Sunday supper. Arisu had made sure that all four of them went to her church though Yuri and especially Tryving both complained until she threatened them with a few blessed lights. Arisu held her god in the up most importance and she didn't care if her friends weren't part of her religion, they would attend though.
Sunday was her favorite day of the week and yet she felt as if they were missing something. That something that was nagging in the back of her mind and wouldn't stop kept its pounding upon her troubled brow. Sighing, a mere attempt at trying to breathe away her pounding nag, a beating drum echoing deep within the chasm of her holy mind.
The thing with Tryving coming back to his human form and then her learning that she was a mighty priestess/holy mage. It amused her that she had so much untapped power supposedly hidden inside of her body. Taking another breath of boredom, Arisu turned to her flowers in Malkovich's slightly new flower vase.
"Then you came around me, the walls just disappeared." Arisu had to smile at Yuri. His slightly rough hybrid voice sent such wonderful warmth through her. He was really a gentleperson if anyone got to know him like she had. He once had went to Los Angeles a year back for her birthday and got her a cherry blossom tree to keep in the local church where they had met. That one gift let her know he was a keeper......somewhat. "Nothing to surround me to keep me from my fears." The white mage felt the corners of her lips raise up into a joyous smile.
"I'm unprotected. See how I've opened up? You've made me tru-" Arisu stopped abruptly. Her bluish-silver eyes shining widely, a hand covering her mouth as if the last word of their verse was too horrible to speak. Yuri blinked, his amber eyes glowing in confusion at her sudden silence towards their song. Maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job to woo his fiancé. He would have to pay more attention to his fiancé a bit........just as long as she didn't read the bible to him, then he'd be fine.
"What is it, Arisu?" Tilting brunette spiked hair filtered into her vision as Yuri stood over her in bewilderment at her impediment of continuing their song. Her face raised up, soft white-silver hair brisling themselves against his chin, causing the more masculine of the two to rub his nose into the soft luminescent hair.
"WE FORGOT ABOUT MOTHER!!!!!" Arisu jumped up, not noticing that Yuri had just gotten headbutted by her sudden rush of jumping up, his fingers curled around his chin from the floor. Lifting himself back up, Margerete and Tryving came out of the kitchen to see what was the problem. Tryving and Margerete's eyes met and blinked in unison.
"Your mother?" Margerete asked softly. She wondered if she had met Ms. Elliot before. Tryving smirked, slightly willing to acknowledge the holy mage's remembrance at just the right time. That to him, showed that she was one who could forget if anything did happen between some people. Yuri actually seemed to drop dead on the floor right in front of Arisu. His amber eyes glowing with tears. He did not want to meet her. He REALLY did not want to meet Mrs. Elliot if she was as horrible as Arisu was when he had met her about him being a pagan.
"Yes, yes!! My mum!! She flies in at seven!!! I totally forgot!! She's coming to stay for a week from England!!!" The holy mage fretted back and forth, worry sweating her brow as she ran over to one of the cupboards, opening it to try to find a dust rag. The poor amnesiac had no idea what to do!!! Yuri wasn't helping anyway, rocking back and forth in a corner, probably hoping that he wasn't going to get exorcised or anything close to what Arisu had done to him when they had first met.
"Mage girl!!" Tryving exclaimed at Arisu, her hands pushing past him to get the broom and the swifter from the closet. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" His pale face became flushed, his wings trying to find a way out of her way between her, the wall, and the unmoving and unblinking Margerete!! Twisting to where a standing Yuri stood, he and the haromixer watched in unison as Arisu was opening the closet and starting to sweep the tiles of the kitchen floor in a hurry muttering something about working, working.
Margerete had finally looked up to the clock on her digital oven from the doorway, making sure she didn't spread dirt on the tile floor with the way Arisu was going on. The supposed spy was if one could say surprised and amused at the same time. Finally willing herself to speak up, the blonde "ahemed" and turned to Arisu very calmly. "It is six forty five. The airport is at least twenty minutes."
Yuri, hearing this, didn't even keep his ears open for the pregnant silence that followed. He had been dealing with her and her mother's expectations for the last two months, ahead of when Mrs. Elliot was to come to America. Arisu had stopped what she was doing, her sanity seemed lost and her great nearly silver blue eyes clouded over with the graying sky.
"OH MY JESUS CHRIST!!!!!" Margerete swallowed down a gulp of her own saliva, not wanting to argue but wanting to understand Arisu's mood!!! The mage girl, dropping the broom, held her head in either anger or stress, probably a fusion of both. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS STRESS!!!! SHE'S GOING TO BE HERE IN TWENTY MINUTES AND I HAVE NOTHING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO MOTHER'S EXPECTATIONS!!! I'M GOING TO BE DISOWNED!! SHE'LL MAKE SURE THE POPE EXCOMMUNICATES ME BECAUSE I'M MARRYING A PAG-" The next few minutes were dealt in silence, a body dropping to the floor quickly, and then a cheerful demon meeting the two eyes of both lover and owner.
"I am sorry, Yuri, but she needed it for her own good. Now, why don't you take Arisu and get Mrs. Elliot while Malkovich and I clean up for Arisu..........Hopefully, Arisu won't be this nervous when her perhaps young mother comes in Margerete's house......" Tryving continued, smiling with great affect upon Yuri's slight anger. The harmonixer wasn't going to complain too much, he just didn't think sticking a sock in her mouth and binding the Holy Catholic with binding magic was the greatest way to shut her up. He, in fact, preferred to just kiss the rather determined woman to win arguments.
Tryving placed into Yuri's hands a small satchel of pure leaves for Arisu on the way to the airport. His garnet eyes questioning to Margerete as Yuri left with his beautiful and chewing on a pure leaf, bride. Taking in those questionable eyes to the sexy demon, Margerete sighed, picking up the broom and began to sweep the rest of the tile kitchen.
"What would you have me do, Milady?" Tryving asked to the young woman, her hands twisting upon the handle of the broom, the soft swoosh of the bristles against the hard floor being his answer for a few minutes of the paused conversation. Taking her hair back as she finished the kitchen, Margerete made her way to the closet, pulling out a weird machine of sorts, tossing the cord and nodding to the machine to Tryving.
"Vacuum the living room."
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Lucrezia paused, glancing over to the vampiric lord. His pale skin contrasting to her own peach color. 'Uriel, how Thy love him....' In her mind she couldn't help but want to hold onto him, onto a piece of herself that she had given away willingly. Lucrezia's golden eyes glazed over in perhaps piteous thought, self-loathing at having to let him go, having to make sure she had died without her regrets of living hanging continuelessy over her head.
Taking a breath, to calm her actively beating heart, the former wife of Keith's dug her shoe into the ground, finding the ground pleasant to stare at from the starting point once more. Keith, taking a moment to be sure he did not lash out in anger however much he wanted to, flattened his shirt down, patting it softly with his hands.
"Tell me, What is it about the Varunas?" His voice seemed trusting, the anger biting back from responding in the calmly monotonous-almost resonance throughout the sphere of his mind. Lucrezia instantly looked upwards toward her ex-husband, a widow in his own rights, and yet she knew even if she wished not to, that she had to answer his questions. She had to....
"The Varuna family are a part of God as God is part of Meta-God and Meta-God is with Tresias, the ultimate deity. The Varunas were from a very high angel named Uriel, the one who supplied our world, Terra or Earth as everyone now calls it, with true magic. All the magical families were descended from an angel and a demon. It's the reason why humans are neither good or evil but can choose their own alignment." Lucrezia paused, her gentle voice not wavering as if she had truly died. Her explanation seemed to be short lived in Keith's eyes.
"The Varunas were more pure humans, than the humans that lived without using their magic in a way. Most are considered rather intensely evil but they were many good people who were Varunas. Most of them lived very long lives. Mostly around one thousand years to one thousand-seven- hundred-and-fifty." Lucrezia knew that nowadays, or the days when she had lived that the Varunas would barely live past their two hundredth birthday because of that stupid curse.
"So my wife would have lived past my prime easily." Keith's serious tone shook her from her deep thoughts. Lucrezia could only blink for a moment then turned to the painted imagery of a blue sky on the field at where they stood. A small breeze seemed to pass by lifting her frail brown curls off her face for a moment then fell back into place.
"No." Another pregnate pause followed as a pair of golden eyes seemed to blink away tear that would surely betray her before she would have it so. Taking a minute to wipe the traitorous tears away from her face, she preceded to take a glance of the surprising look upon the vampire's face. The pale flesh cusping into the silver blonde hair that swished into his visage, a serious and frowning one, every so often.
"Why would she not have?"
"There........" A pause for another breath readying herself for the effects of his outburst. "is a curse upon all the Varunas. What do you know of them so far?" Keith could not say quite what he could say about the magical family. They were mysterious and the women were supposedly the ones with power, politically at least as he thought. He had never known that there to is another known female Varuna in power while one was there already unless they were related as cousins.
"There isn't much to be said except that it always seemed that the women were the ones with all the political power and there is never another known woman who is in the immediate family known to the rest of the mage world." He tapped his finger upon his brow assuming that was all he could remember about the powerful and quirky family.
"That's as much as anyone is allowed to know. The curse is of the women in the Varuna family. The reason only the women were cursed is because of two young Varunas. Uriel is our mother and because she is directly one of God's children along with one of Meta-God's favorite children, she was given extreme magic, so vast she could make thousands of worlds!!" At this Lucrezia's golden eyes sparkled, twinkling with such excitement.
"Since we are descended from Uriel, Uriel is much like our mother, our patron who protects us when we call on her. So, many eons ago, Miguel Varuna and his twin sister Lefia Varuna were very hostile towards the other. They had a bloodfull sibling rivalry since they were children. Lefia and Miguel had killed servants, mages, and even tried to kill their mother, Lillia, the greatest of all the Varunas. So in turn, Miguel and Lefia had become very powerful people and convinced many of the magical realm to go to either side." Looking very strongly displeased, Lucrezia allowed for a quiet moment before she began again.
"Soon after they created an army for a battle, they both decided to get even more power. One day, Miguel, through the advice of his young angel- bride, Remiel, decided for once, even if against his will somewhat to appease his young wife, held a peace gathering with his twin sister. Lefia, attending at the advice of her angel-husband, Tiresial, went with a few of her most respected fighters. Soon in the gathering, their parents and their vast family gathering to see the feud finally end, went very sour after a magic missile went out of a young sorceress's control. As the magic missile landed and killed Lefia's handmaiden, Kilina, Lefia immediately attacked her brother's followers and soon a battle was ensued."
The imagery did not paint a good image in Keith's mind. He could see Lefia, a strong, determined woman with bright gold eyes and silver hair in a bun being the one to attack. Miguel reinforcing his young bride to escape as he attacked with his owns silver-blonde hair wavering. The young sorceress hiding in a corner crying, the handmaiden at her feet, convulsing in death throes. The sad imagery did not seem to help the reputation the Varunas had as being quirky at all. Keith could only shiver at the sight even if he had been through something akin to that. But why didn't they see it as an accident? He pondered that for a moment, catching himself before he let too much information leave.
"Remiel and Tiresial were killed in the battle trying to protect everyone from their spouses. This whole peace gathering had in fact been a small plot to have their spouses reconcile with each other. Upon knowing his young wife had died, Miguel did the most desperate thing he knew. He called Uriel unto them, but at the same time so did Lefia. The holy angel was summoned, her power awing those in battle as they stopped dead in their tracks watching the angelic being descended from the heavens. She did not like what she saw in the least. She had looked to the siblings and then the family, sad with tears coming down her face as she could only cry at the horrible feud between her children. She asked what both had wanted for her to do. Miguel wanted his sister dead, while Lefia wanted her handmaiden Kilina and her husband back alive."
"Lefia seems to be more bloodthirsty than Miguel though." Keith commented on as Lucrezia decided to pause for another moment. Her brown hair floating in the wind floating into her face as she gently kept it at bay. The blonde swordsman did not seem to fathom the prospect of the woman Varuna. Lucrezia seemed to let a ghost of a smile envelope her lips before she went onto more talking.
"Between warfare, Lefia was the only one who was willing to show her enemies mercy. Miguel was the one who always seemed to initiate the battles by attacking Lefia whenever he could. Even though she retaliated against his attacks, she never allowed her arrogance to start one, and she didn't like innocents shedding their blood who held no part in the conflict such as her husband and her handmaiden." Lucrezia explained to Keith, hoping that she did make it easily explained.
"Uriel nodded silently to the two as they awaited her decision. Uriel looked upon the twins in disgust as she made her ruling. Miguel's magic and all male descendants in the Varuna line were sealed away in the deepest breath of the galaxy where Uriel, God, and Archangel Gabriel could only reach it. Secondly, any Varuna would die a gruesome death like the deaths the two had caused. Thirdly, the women of the Varuna line could only pass their magic onto the first-born female Varuna out of their womb. Lastly, no Varuna could try to kill another Varuna unless it was for the betterment of the realms."
"So, the men of the Varuna line....."
"Have no outward magic."
"Outward?"
"Attacking, sealing, assisting. That kind. But they can pass on their sealed magic until it comes unto a woman descendant where it is unlocked for her alone."
"But what do you mean about the first-born child?"
"The women give birth to a child and if they have a male child they live since the male child's powers are sealed off. If they give birth to a baby girl, they pass on their own magic force and die upon the child's first breath. It doesn't matter if it isn't a Varuna woman who gives birth to a Varuna's child; the woman dies after she gives birth to a female child. Uriel did not want another sibling rivalry like that to ever happen again so she wanted to make sure that the only ones who wielded magic could never be siblings and could be no closer than cousins."
"What happened to Miguel and Lefia?"
"Uriel revived Remiel and Tiresial, killed Miguel for his revengeful anger, then made Lefia, who was eight months pregnant with Tiresial's child, give birth, took the child, making sure it lived, and then killed Lefia for her foolishness. She then left after sealing the other siblings of the twins and their descendants."
Keith's turquoise eyes widened slightly. Uriel did not sound as a forgiving angel at all. It was harsh, but in the history lesson, it was very true. She could remember when she had been made to take up Miguel's cloak and Lefia's tiara for her initiation ceremony into womanhood. It was horrible seeing through the eyes of the things they had worn. In many truths, she had been there as every descendant who had taken the magical test had in the same way.
"That seems very harsh, but they did deserve it." The vampire could only conclude so much upon the matter. The history lesson showed to him, an outsider, or rather one who used to be the darkness the magical family held away from most of the world. Sweeping a glance towards the woman in her reverie, he could only hope that she had been telling him the entire truth.
"Yes. A harsh lesson that needed to be taught." Lucrezia paused before adding, "to two unruly children." Shaking her thoughts away from the memories that glimpsed into the dark past, she turned her face brightly up towards Keith, waiting to see what he wanted to ask. Keith's pale hands found themselves brushing against her hand as he walked forward, urgently trying to get everything that he was told through his skull.
"Then..........who was my wife?"
"........."
"Who was she?"
"Lilliana Varuna. Please do not despair, Keith. There is much more that is needed to be said......" Lucrezia's heart pinged with such sadness as she felt his touch keep away from her. Her golden eyes not willing to shed the traitorous tears.
"What else is there to be said?!?!?" He yelled at her. His anger biting through the hard earthy mask he had kept up. "I find out my wife is a Varuna!! She was going to die if she gave birth to a female child!!! I had an ineffective heir and she KEPT everything!! EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME!!!" His anger seemed to turmoil the sky to turning a deep shade of black, swirling, vortexing itself around him. "WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY?!?!?" The eerie effects of lightening such as the ones from really old movies or anime that always happens when something horrible is about to happen, screamed within the dark shady clouds, dispersing all sense of calmness.
Lucrezia knew she was in deep shit now.
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Standing around the quaint airport with the sunset blazing softly upon a figure outside the station, armed with a bible, rosary, two half- pint jugs of holy water, a regal bearing, motherly intuition, and lastly the most lethal of all, a big, very huge purse filled with either church flyers or twenty bricks ready for action or a Sunday School Class at the local Catholic Church.
Straight silver-blonde hair flowed around her face into a bun at the top of her head. Cat-like glasses framed her dark green eyes that seemed to flash every so often. Her dress was simple and clean, much like she was. Her plain white blouse tucked underneath a long tea-length denim skirt with a pink cardigan sweater and a gold watch along with two rings on her left ring finger completed the image of the standing woman who seemed to be desperately looking for someone without seeming to.
The two bags of luggage on either side of her black cadet like shoes seemed bulging, convincing enough that she was to stay for awhile at least. Her dark green eyes became rested upon a clock saying that it was 7:08.
"She's late."
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My reason for this chapter? Well, I did remember that in the first or second chapter I mentioned that Mrs. Elliot was coming to town so I thought why not have her introduced, finally!!! After fourteen chapters!!! Go Mrs. E!!!! Okay, actually this is setting the stage for a few more chapters. I know, I am trying to buy time to think of a good ending for this story......Yes,yes. I know I finally explained some things.......Hopefully you'll be able to figure out what is happening to the rest of the Varunas soon enough along with Margerete. I think Mrs. Elliot will be the greatest person ever so far in my series.
MY next story for Shadow Hearts? It's going to be a one-shot dedicated to Kim-san, Ariescelestial, and Greyfriars. You three are the most inspirational people!! Whenever I read any of your grand works I can't help but love it!! Anyway, It is a Yuri/Arisu coupling and so far its going along nicely. I just have about a few more paras to go before I finish. How many more chapters of this am I going to do? I really don't know. I already have about five more chapters ready to get done....After that? I think I'm going to try to hit Thirty and if I haven't finished then, somebody who is willing, SHOOT ME. Thanks!! ^_^
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"All will be answered after we go to the city." She told him briefly, looking over to the dreary raining city of Boston. The autumn smell easily smelled from their vantagepoint, spice of pumpkin pie that Koudelka would cook for each of the renters. The noises of the London Rats racing down the hall for Halloween, and the sight of the woman he saved who had warmed his heart, and then the other one who looked like her with a torn past, and a way to try to get past it.
"..........I will make you answer then, I promise you, helper......" He uttered underneath his breath in anger at her. He was not going to allow his answers to be drifted from him, not ever again!!!
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Chapter 15: The Alluring Nightingale
Moving closer, They snapped into a modern-day in Boston. It was the late December air, swirling around him and the Varuna woman. He did not seem to want to trust her but Keith could not help it. She had given her word and for him that was enough, for now anyway.
The grayed sky shone with brilliance as white flakes floated down onto the streets creating lumps of cold heaps. Fevered feet ran along bustling in the Massachusetts capital. The business in the air was strong and thick enough as Christmas carolers sang outside store windows along the ancient part of Boston.
That had nearly been a month before, if he remembered correctly. This memory wasn't hidden; it just was there in his mind. He looked upon children who clutched to their mother's hands, pulling them to store windows or even more into the stores. Over-excitement danced along merrily with the resounding laughter and songs of the children.
'This is......' He started, turning to look at Lucrezia. Her hands finding themselves clutched together, looking down at the streets. She nodded sullenly. 'Christmas Eve.' He finished up in words to her. The demon that stood beside him brushed against him, sending his heart into beating faster and his mind into seething at this revelation in disgust.
He saw himself, mixing in with most of the crowd wearing a dark crimson almost black trench coat with a smooth front to it, dusting his steps as the back was split. He wore nothing but regular dark black and crimson red clothes. His face devoid of emotion, thought going through his own molecular green eyes. Keith was coming towards the two, his face devoid of thought and emotion, devoid of any life, when he went into a small bar off one of the side streets, the two following him through the memory.
The bar stank of sweat, alcohol, and sorrow, sorrow being drowned into thick frothy mugs of beer and thin ones for wine. In a far part of the area was a stage, dimly lit as it were with no one on it. The bar on a side of it going into the employees' locker rooms and the bathrooms. The dark mahogany wood seemed to shine with the postured tears shining in through it. People came here to drink their sorrows away, to allow them an empty escape from the torturous reality that he had endured for many centuries.
Moving forward, Keith placed a tentative pale hand onto warm wood, the bar's dark circles showing age and wear easily to his vampiric senses. Christmas was never a holiday he enjoyed since the death of Lucrezia. He would dimly remember the few Christmases he had spent with her being ones full of enthusiastic joy and hope for the world to cope with the abilities of newer inventions, hopes that could always become better.
He settled his body firmly in a bar stool, looking up to a man with white hair and green eyes, a wolfish kind of grin on his face. The man held the general bartender suit with the washcloth thrown over his shoulder. His body frame was a little burly but lithe like water. This man had been in many fights and knew how to end one without getting hurt seeing that he was a bartender.
"Well, welcome newcomer!! I'm Lobos, the bartender here. May I get you something to drink, my friend?" The wolfish man grinned, smiling at Keith's troubled look. The green fervent eyes in which many could remember dimmed somewhat as he thought of his choices.
"White wine, please. "He told the bartender his choice, the smothering smoke creating a hazy effect in the tavern. The stage lit up all of a sudden when he saw her. She was just like Lucrezia if only she had the calming curling brown lockes that his dead wife had had. He stared at her, the body swaying as the music in the background started up.
She was breathtakingly different than most women he had ever seen. She seemed to create an aura of smoothness and mystery all around her medium build. Her eyes flashed open beneath creamy defined eyelids and eyelashes, showing that she was indeed a beauty. Her eyes shimmered with a mystical glow that not many would ever see before. Her eyes winked out towards the newcomer in her bar, him.
That one wink from her made everyone else turn towards him in jealousy that she had picked him out of the crowd. Apparently she was rather famous at this junction. Her garb was a simple light blue dress, slits on each side of her hips, falling down to the floor, showing healthy fleshy legs in strapped ankle-high dark blue boots, velvet shining on them as she stepped forward towards the audience.
Her hair was ornate in a design that seemed to remind him of a dragon, slinking its way amongst the dead, blonde streaks becoming of the bearded whiskers with the highlights being the scales and body. The pin holding this dragon to her hair was ironically a dragon hairpin. The dress showed a little cleavage to get the haunted men wild, and was sleeveless showing twisting mystic arms that were only scathed by the property of silver dark bangles, shining in all on her, illuminating the beauty that stood on the platform like a goddess.
"Subete wa kioku no naka e," Her voice started in Japanese, a song that she had obviously had tried her hardest to get down to the very right notes. Her voice in itself was the catalyst of her mysterious allure, a charm deadly to all men within the proximity except perhaps the bartender who knew her charming voice all too well to be under her singing enchantment.
"Tada wasurete wa, Ikenai mono ga aru, Me no mae ni " She raised her arms upwards in an arc as if to tell of a long goodbye to a man she once loved. Those darkened blue orbs crystallizing with the cold beautiful mask she had on. Lucrezia beside the real Keith was astonished. So, her husband's infatuation had the ability of a nightingale. Shaking her head as the words from the song lulled her in her mind.
" Katachi o nashite wa inakute mo," She forced one of her delicate arms outward towards the audience, the strange gesture seeming to help magnify the created enchantment upon the men who watched her and listened. Those eyes that had winked to him shuddered tremendously as if something she was trying to remember, even more something that she was trying to find so hard yet was not attainable at all. In Lucrezia's mind, the pretty doll up on the stage was telling of a true lost that she could never regain; yet somehow was trying to.
" Soko ni wa iki ga ari, Kodô ga ari," Those blue orbs opened wide, flashing as her frail hand retracted to her chest into a fist, then beating against her chest to tell that she had seen him. Then on the last few syllables, her arm rose out to a gentle arc, the ability shimmering with the shining of the bracelets and their magnetic jingling as she reached out to the ghost of pretending.
"Yawaraka na kyokusen o kaku hikari ga aru, Me o tojite " Closing the luminescent dark colored hues entranced her watchers, awaiting their goddess's voice as her fingers, trailed like ice through the air to one of the brighter lights above the stage. Her voice seemed to be peaceful compared to a minute before. The doll opened those eyes that enchanted Keith fully. It reminded him of Lucrezia's golden eyes that twisted in disbelief or sorrow whenever she felt the emotion, no matter what. It was true that his dead wife wore her heart on her sleeve easily compared to the woman on the stage. He could tell that the woman on the stage had secrets and couldn't ever wear her heart or else.
" Sono ude o nobashite, Yubi saki ni fureru koto ga aru no nara, Itsu ka kitto mata, Deaeru kara," Her hand retracted the icy fingers with the twinkling rings that enraptured her toned arms creating an effect of such great magnitude from her audience as they leaned forward to hear the rest that her voice had paused at. Leaning her head towards her captives, her dark lashes fluttered dangerously as if she knew that she didn't need to put as much of herself into her performance.
"Itsu ka kitto ........." The nightingale let her soft voice linger on. The audience was all ears to her as if she were a master of men, an overseer of slaves that were captured into a web of life. The soft thin line of the ending was enough for most of them to know that she was finished as some people threw up a rose they had been saving or coins in which a man who most likely worked with her, picked up diligently as she bowed and waved goodbye to her audience, making sure to wink at her newcomer before escaping to the locker room.
'She's.....' Keith paused to the demon woman beside him. He watched in ecstasy different than the looks he had given his wife ever, causing a sort of jealousy to ride up in Lucrezia's prone form. Her golden eyes seemed to glare at the pretty doll without a name as she went, swishing and swaggering her hips in time with the exiting music.
'Still alive.' Lucrezia grunted, frowning profusely. She had never gotten such a loving look from her husband ever. It was different than the looks he had ever given her. His eyes read with a love and desire to be the nightingale's and yet he still had in his eyes the power that still held her in his heart. Grabbing her skirt with a fisted hand, she clutched at it to not show any of her agitation. She was trying to let go of Keith finally after two hundred years. She was trying to say her forsaken goodbye and give him a new life. She wanted him to love and yet..........
She didn't want him to at the same time.
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Arisu stared at the wall in Margerete's apartment. The blue shimmering glazed wall seemed to be able to keep her interest to a point but instead of being plain bored like she was, Arisu was trying to heavily concentrate upon the nagging feeling that stayed in the back of her head, never straying and all the more pounding.
Her fiancé was in the kitchen helping Margerete or Malkovich like she preferred to be called, wash dishes from their early Sunday supper. Arisu had made sure that all four of them went to her church though Yuri and especially Tryving both complained until she threatened them with a few blessed lights. Arisu held her god in the up most importance and she didn't care if her friends weren't part of her religion, they would attend though.
Sunday was her favorite day of the week and yet she felt as if they were missing something. That something that was nagging in the back of her mind and wouldn't stop kept its pounding upon her troubled brow. Sighing, a mere attempt at trying to breathe away her pounding nag, a beating drum echoing deep within the chasm of her holy mind.
The thing with Tryving coming back to his human form and then her learning that she was a mighty priestess/holy mage. It amused her that she had so much untapped power supposedly hidden inside of her body. Taking another breath of boredom, Arisu turned to her flowers in Malkovich's slightly new flower vase.
"Then you came around me, the walls just disappeared." Arisu had to smile at Yuri. His slightly rough hybrid voice sent such wonderful warmth through her. He was really a gentleperson if anyone got to know him like she had. He once had went to Los Angeles a year back for her birthday and got her a cherry blossom tree to keep in the local church where they had met. That one gift let her know he was a keeper......somewhat. "Nothing to surround me to keep me from my fears." The white mage felt the corners of her lips raise up into a joyous smile.
"I'm unprotected. See how I've opened up? You've made me tru-" Arisu stopped abruptly. Her bluish-silver eyes shining widely, a hand covering her mouth as if the last word of their verse was too horrible to speak. Yuri blinked, his amber eyes glowing in confusion at her sudden silence towards their song. Maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job to woo his fiancé. He would have to pay more attention to his fiancé a bit........just as long as she didn't read the bible to him, then he'd be fine.
"What is it, Arisu?" Tilting brunette spiked hair filtered into her vision as Yuri stood over her in bewilderment at her impediment of continuing their song. Her face raised up, soft white-silver hair brisling themselves against his chin, causing the more masculine of the two to rub his nose into the soft luminescent hair.
"WE FORGOT ABOUT MOTHER!!!!!" Arisu jumped up, not noticing that Yuri had just gotten headbutted by her sudden rush of jumping up, his fingers curled around his chin from the floor. Lifting himself back up, Margerete and Tryving came out of the kitchen to see what was the problem. Tryving and Margerete's eyes met and blinked in unison.
"Your mother?" Margerete asked softly. She wondered if she had met Ms. Elliot before. Tryving smirked, slightly willing to acknowledge the holy mage's remembrance at just the right time. That to him, showed that she was one who could forget if anything did happen between some people. Yuri actually seemed to drop dead on the floor right in front of Arisu. His amber eyes glowing with tears. He did not want to meet her. He REALLY did not want to meet Mrs. Elliot if she was as horrible as Arisu was when he had met her about him being a pagan.
"Yes, yes!! My mum!! She flies in at seven!!! I totally forgot!! She's coming to stay for a week from England!!!" The holy mage fretted back and forth, worry sweating her brow as she ran over to one of the cupboards, opening it to try to find a dust rag. The poor amnesiac had no idea what to do!!! Yuri wasn't helping anyway, rocking back and forth in a corner, probably hoping that he wasn't going to get exorcised or anything close to what Arisu had done to him when they had first met.
"Mage girl!!" Tryving exclaimed at Arisu, her hands pushing past him to get the broom and the swifter from the closet. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" His pale face became flushed, his wings trying to find a way out of her way between her, the wall, and the unmoving and unblinking Margerete!! Twisting to where a standing Yuri stood, he and the haromixer watched in unison as Arisu was opening the closet and starting to sweep the tiles of the kitchen floor in a hurry muttering something about working, working.
Margerete had finally looked up to the clock on her digital oven from the doorway, making sure she didn't spread dirt on the tile floor with the way Arisu was going on. The supposed spy was if one could say surprised and amused at the same time. Finally willing herself to speak up, the blonde "ahemed" and turned to Arisu very calmly. "It is six forty five. The airport is at least twenty minutes."
Yuri, hearing this, didn't even keep his ears open for the pregnant silence that followed. He had been dealing with her and her mother's expectations for the last two months, ahead of when Mrs. Elliot was to come to America. Arisu had stopped what she was doing, her sanity seemed lost and her great nearly silver blue eyes clouded over with the graying sky.
"OH MY JESUS CHRIST!!!!!" Margerete swallowed down a gulp of her own saliva, not wanting to argue but wanting to understand Arisu's mood!!! The mage girl, dropping the broom, held her head in either anger or stress, probably a fusion of both. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS STRESS!!!! SHE'S GOING TO BE HERE IN TWENTY MINUTES AND I HAVE NOTHING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO MOTHER'S EXPECTATIONS!!! I'M GOING TO BE DISOWNED!! SHE'LL MAKE SURE THE POPE EXCOMMUNICATES ME BECAUSE I'M MARRYING A PAG-" The next few minutes were dealt in silence, a body dropping to the floor quickly, and then a cheerful demon meeting the two eyes of both lover and owner.
"I am sorry, Yuri, but she needed it for her own good. Now, why don't you take Arisu and get Mrs. Elliot while Malkovich and I clean up for Arisu..........Hopefully, Arisu won't be this nervous when her perhaps young mother comes in Margerete's house......" Tryving continued, smiling with great affect upon Yuri's slight anger. The harmonixer wasn't going to complain too much, he just didn't think sticking a sock in her mouth and binding the Holy Catholic with binding magic was the greatest way to shut her up. He, in fact, preferred to just kiss the rather determined woman to win arguments.
Tryving placed into Yuri's hands a small satchel of pure leaves for Arisu on the way to the airport. His garnet eyes questioning to Margerete as Yuri left with his beautiful and chewing on a pure leaf, bride. Taking in those questionable eyes to the sexy demon, Margerete sighed, picking up the broom and began to sweep the rest of the tile kitchen.
"What would you have me do, Milady?" Tryving asked to the young woman, her hands twisting upon the handle of the broom, the soft swoosh of the bristles against the hard floor being his answer for a few minutes of the paused conversation. Taking her hair back as she finished the kitchen, Margerete made her way to the closet, pulling out a weird machine of sorts, tossing the cord and nodding to the machine to Tryving.
"Vacuum the living room."
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Lucrezia paused, glancing over to the vampiric lord. His pale skin contrasting to her own peach color. 'Uriel, how Thy love him....' In her mind she couldn't help but want to hold onto him, onto a piece of herself that she had given away willingly. Lucrezia's golden eyes glazed over in perhaps piteous thought, self-loathing at having to let him go, having to make sure she had died without her regrets of living hanging continuelessy over her head.
Taking a breath, to calm her actively beating heart, the former wife of Keith's dug her shoe into the ground, finding the ground pleasant to stare at from the starting point once more. Keith, taking a moment to be sure he did not lash out in anger however much he wanted to, flattened his shirt down, patting it softly with his hands.
"Tell me, What is it about the Varunas?" His voice seemed trusting, the anger biting back from responding in the calmly monotonous-almost resonance throughout the sphere of his mind. Lucrezia instantly looked upwards toward her ex-husband, a widow in his own rights, and yet she knew even if she wished not to, that she had to answer his questions. She had to....
"The Varuna family are a part of God as God is part of Meta-God and Meta-God is with Tresias, the ultimate deity. The Varunas were from a very high angel named Uriel, the one who supplied our world, Terra or Earth as everyone now calls it, with true magic. All the magical families were descended from an angel and a demon. It's the reason why humans are neither good or evil but can choose their own alignment." Lucrezia paused, her gentle voice not wavering as if she had truly died. Her explanation seemed to be short lived in Keith's eyes.
"The Varunas were more pure humans, than the humans that lived without using their magic in a way. Most are considered rather intensely evil but they were many good people who were Varunas. Most of them lived very long lives. Mostly around one thousand years to one thousand-seven- hundred-and-fifty." Lucrezia knew that nowadays, or the days when she had lived that the Varunas would barely live past their two hundredth birthday because of that stupid curse.
"So my wife would have lived past my prime easily." Keith's serious tone shook her from her deep thoughts. Lucrezia could only blink for a moment then turned to the painted imagery of a blue sky on the field at where they stood. A small breeze seemed to pass by lifting her frail brown curls off her face for a moment then fell back into place.
"No." Another pregnate pause followed as a pair of golden eyes seemed to blink away tear that would surely betray her before she would have it so. Taking a minute to wipe the traitorous tears away from her face, she preceded to take a glance of the surprising look upon the vampire's face. The pale flesh cusping into the silver blonde hair that swished into his visage, a serious and frowning one, every so often.
"Why would she not have?"
"There........" A pause for another breath readying herself for the effects of his outburst. "is a curse upon all the Varunas. What do you know of them so far?" Keith could not say quite what he could say about the magical family. They were mysterious and the women were supposedly the ones with power, politically at least as he thought. He had never known that there to is another known female Varuna in power while one was there already unless they were related as cousins.
"There isn't much to be said except that it always seemed that the women were the ones with all the political power and there is never another known woman who is in the immediate family known to the rest of the mage world." He tapped his finger upon his brow assuming that was all he could remember about the powerful and quirky family.
"That's as much as anyone is allowed to know. The curse is of the women in the Varuna family. The reason only the women were cursed is because of two young Varunas. Uriel is our mother and because she is directly one of God's children along with one of Meta-God's favorite children, she was given extreme magic, so vast she could make thousands of worlds!!" At this Lucrezia's golden eyes sparkled, twinkling with such excitement.
"Since we are descended from Uriel, Uriel is much like our mother, our patron who protects us when we call on her. So, many eons ago, Miguel Varuna and his twin sister Lefia Varuna were very hostile towards the other. They had a bloodfull sibling rivalry since they were children. Lefia and Miguel had killed servants, mages, and even tried to kill their mother, Lillia, the greatest of all the Varunas. So in turn, Miguel and Lefia had become very powerful people and convinced many of the magical realm to go to either side." Looking very strongly displeased, Lucrezia allowed for a quiet moment before she began again.
"Soon after they created an army for a battle, they both decided to get even more power. One day, Miguel, through the advice of his young angel- bride, Remiel, decided for once, even if against his will somewhat to appease his young wife, held a peace gathering with his twin sister. Lefia, attending at the advice of her angel-husband, Tiresial, went with a few of her most respected fighters. Soon in the gathering, their parents and their vast family gathering to see the feud finally end, went very sour after a magic missile went out of a young sorceress's control. As the magic missile landed and killed Lefia's handmaiden, Kilina, Lefia immediately attacked her brother's followers and soon a battle was ensued."
The imagery did not paint a good image in Keith's mind. He could see Lefia, a strong, determined woman with bright gold eyes and silver hair in a bun being the one to attack. Miguel reinforcing his young bride to escape as he attacked with his owns silver-blonde hair wavering. The young sorceress hiding in a corner crying, the handmaiden at her feet, convulsing in death throes. The sad imagery did not seem to help the reputation the Varunas had as being quirky at all. Keith could only shiver at the sight even if he had been through something akin to that. But why didn't they see it as an accident? He pondered that for a moment, catching himself before he let too much information leave.
"Remiel and Tiresial were killed in the battle trying to protect everyone from their spouses. This whole peace gathering had in fact been a small plot to have their spouses reconcile with each other. Upon knowing his young wife had died, Miguel did the most desperate thing he knew. He called Uriel unto them, but at the same time so did Lefia. The holy angel was summoned, her power awing those in battle as they stopped dead in their tracks watching the angelic being descended from the heavens. She did not like what she saw in the least. She had looked to the siblings and then the family, sad with tears coming down her face as she could only cry at the horrible feud between her children. She asked what both had wanted for her to do. Miguel wanted his sister dead, while Lefia wanted her handmaiden Kilina and her husband back alive."
"Lefia seems to be more bloodthirsty than Miguel though." Keith commented on as Lucrezia decided to pause for another moment. Her brown hair floating in the wind floating into her face as she gently kept it at bay. The blonde swordsman did not seem to fathom the prospect of the woman Varuna. Lucrezia seemed to let a ghost of a smile envelope her lips before she went onto more talking.
"Between warfare, Lefia was the only one who was willing to show her enemies mercy. Miguel was the one who always seemed to initiate the battles by attacking Lefia whenever he could. Even though she retaliated against his attacks, she never allowed her arrogance to start one, and she didn't like innocents shedding their blood who held no part in the conflict such as her husband and her handmaiden." Lucrezia explained to Keith, hoping that she did make it easily explained.
"Uriel nodded silently to the two as they awaited her decision. Uriel looked upon the twins in disgust as she made her ruling. Miguel's magic and all male descendants in the Varuna line were sealed away in the deepest breath of the galaxy where Uriel, God, and Archangel Gabriel could only reach it. Secondly, any Varuna would die a gruesome death like the deaths the two had caused. Thirdly, the women of the Varuna line could only pass their magic onto the first-born female Varuna out of their womb. Lastly, no Varuna could try to kill another Varuna unless it was for the betterment of the realms."
"So, the men of the Varuna line....."
"Have no outward magic."
"Outward?"
"Attacking, sealing, assisting. That kind. But they can pass on their sealed magic until it comes unto a woman descendant where it is unlocked for her alone."
"But what do you mean about the first-born child?"
"The women give birth to a child and if they have a male child they live since the male child's powers are sealed off. If they give birth to a baby girl, they pass on their own magic force and die upon the child's first breath. It doesn't matter if it isn't a Varuna woman who gives birth to a Varuna's child; the woman dies after she gives birth to a female child. Uriel did not want another sibling rivalry like that to ever happen again so she wanted to make sure that the only ones who wielded magic could never be siblings and could be no closer than cousins."
"What happened to Miguel and Lefia?"
"Uriel revived Remiel and Tiresial, killed Miguel for his revengeful anger, then made Lefia, who was eight months pregnant with Tiresial's child, give birth, took the child, making sure it lived, and then killed Lefia for her foolishness. She then left after sealing the other siblings of the twins and their descendants."
Keith's turquoise eyes widened slightly. Uriel did not sound as a forgiving angel at all. It was harsh, but in the history lesson, it was very true. She could remember when she had been made to take up Miguel's cloak and Lefia's tiara for her initiation ceremony into womanhood. It was horrible seeing through the eyes of the things they had worn. In many truths, she had been there as every descendant who had taken the magical test had in the same way.
"That seems very harsh, but they did deserve it." The vampire could only conclude so much upon the matter. The history lesson showed to him, an outsider, or rather one who used to be the darkness the magical family held away from most of the world. Sweeping a glance towards the woman in her reverie, he could only hope that she had been telling him the entire truth.
"Yes. A harsh lesson that needed to be taught." Lucrezia paused before adding, "to two unruly children." Shaking her thoughts away from the memories that glimpsed into the dark past, she turned her face brightly up towards Keith, waiting to see what he wanted to ask. Keith's pale hands found themselves brushing against her hand as he walked forward, urgently trying to get everything that he was told through his skull.
"Then..........who was my wife?"
"........."
"Who was she?"
"Lilliana Varuna. Please do not despair, Keith. There is much more that is needed to be said......" Lucrezia's heart pinged with such sadness as she felt his touch keep away from her. Her golden eyes not willing to shed the traitorous tears.
"What else is there to be said?!?!?" He yelled at her. His anger biting through the hard earthy mask he had kept up. "I find out my wife is a Varuna!! She was going to die if she gave birth to a female child!!! I had an ineffective heir and she KEPT everything!! EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME!!!" His anger seemed to turmoil the sky to turning a deep shade of black, swirling, vortexing itself around him. "WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY?!?!?" The eerie effects of lightening such as the ones from really old movies or anime that always happens when something horrible is about to happen, screamed within the dark shady clouds, dispersing all sense of calmness.
Lucrezia knew she was in deep shit now.
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Standing around the quaint airport with the sunset blazing softly upon a figure outside the station, armed with a bible, rosary, two half- pint jugs of holy water, a regal bearing, motherly intuition, and lastly the most lethal of all, a big, very huge purse filled with either church flyers or twenty bricks ready for action or a Sunday School Class at the local Catholic Church.
Straight silver-blonde hair flowed around her face into a bun at the top of her head. Cat-like glasses framed her dark green eyes that seemed to flash every so often. Her dress was simple and clean, much like she was. Her plain white blouse tucked underneath a long tea-length denim skirt with a pink cardigan sweater and a gold watch along with two rings on her left ring finger completed the image of the standing woman who seemed to be desperately looking for someone without seeming to.
The two bags of luggage on either side of her black cadet like shoes seemed bulging, convincing enough that she was to stay for awhile at least. Her dark green eyes became rested upon a clock saying that it was 7:08.
"She's late."
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My reason for this chapter? Well, I did remember that in the first or second chapter I mentioned that Mrs. Elliot was coming to town so I thought why not have her introduced, finally!!! After fourteen chapters!!! Go Mrs. E!!!! Okay, actually this is setting the stage for a few more chapters. I know, I am trying to buy time to think of a good ending for this story......Yes,yes. I know I finally explained some things.......Hopefully you'll be able to figure out what is happening to the rest of the Varunas soon enough along with Margerete. I think Mrs. Elliot will be the greatest person ever so far in my series.
MY next story for Shadow Hearts? It's going to be a one-shot dedicated to Kim-san, Ariescelestial, and Greyfriars. You three are the most inspirational people!! Whenever I read any of your grand works I can't help but love it!! Anyway, It is a Yuri/Arisu coupling and so far its going along nicely. I just have about a few more paras to go before I finish. How many more chapters of this am I going to do? I really don't know. I already have about five more chapters ready to get done....After that? I think I'm going to try to hit Thirty and if I haven't finished then, somebody who is willing, SHOOT ME. Thanks!! ^_^
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