* Please Review! What did you guys think about how Jerry killed Julianna's dad? The flowers in this chapter are bloom at night. I searched the internet for them because I wanted something jerry could enjoy at night.*
Jerry held Lyric's hand as they walked up the stairs that lead to the main house. She had asked about his room being underground and he explained that some of his servants lived in the house and he wanted a place he could retreat to that would completely quiet. She accepted and understood that because she knew what a quiet person Jerry was.
He led her through the house, promising to show her around later. He wanted to show her the tomb and the garden. They passed a few of his servants and Jerry had spoke quickly to them in french then continued on their way towards the back yard, passing a giant dining room, a hallway and a kitchen before reaching the back. Jerry found that he was actually nervous. He took a deep breath before he opened the door and pulled her outside.
Lyric stepped outside into the most beautiful garden she had ever seen. There were trees and flowers everywhere. There was even a small stream that ran through the garden. The weather was warm and the night insects and birds were greeting them. Lyric was walking slowly, taking everything in and unable to talk. At the end of the huge garden was a massive, old looking, stone building. Jerry placed his hand against her lower back and guided her towards a big patch of yellow flowers.
" These are called Evening Primrose." He said softly. He then turned her attention to the steam. He pointed out to the bright pink and purple flowers there. " Those are called Night Blood Water Lilies." She was to stunned to speak. Jerry took her hand and they started walking again. " Those calli lilies looking flowers are called Moon Flowers, and those are Night Gladiolus, Casablanca Lilies, Nottingham Catchfly, Four O'Clocks, Brahma Kamal, Dragon Fruit Flowers, and the last ones, over there are Dutchman's Pipe Cactus." He explained each group of flowers as they passed.
" Everything here is so amazing." She said softly. Growing near and around the tomb were huge patches of daisies and sunflowers. The daisies were all different colors. Those two flowers had always been her favorite flowers during her life times. " Are those daisies?"
" Yes." He said. His heart constricted in his chest as it always did when he came to their resting place.
" I love daisies." She said. Jerry let go of her hand and sat down on the stone bench in front of the tomb. Lyric continued to move forward. When she reached the tomb, she carefully read name and date. Even though the writing was in french, the months were easy for her to figure out. Jerry held his breath as she reached up and touched Elizabetha's name and death date. " This date is tomorrow." She said.
" Yes, Love, it is." He said. She turned and looked at him.
" Who are these people?" She asked. Jerry sighed and held his hand out to her. Lyric smiled and came forward. She took his hand and let him pull her down onto his lap. She was sitting on his left leg so she slipped her right arm around his shoulders.
" Every woman ever loved by my family." He said softly. His eyes were glued to the tomb while she watched him.
" Elizabetha, she was the first?" Lyric asked. Just hearing her say her own name made him close his eyes. 600 years after her death and it still stung as if she had just died. He nodded.
" Jareth found her one night when she was lost in the woods." As he started to retell her story, he opened his eyes. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her into him more. " He was taken by her at first glance. He brought her home and came to call on her the next night. They were together every night since then. After a while, Jareth asked her father for her hand in marriage. On their wedding night she was killed by an ex-suitor." Lyric brought her hand up to his hair and started gently playing with it.
" You know this story well." She commented. He nodded.
" Jareth adored her like no other." He said as he looked at her. " He loved her with all that he had." He sighed and reached up to ran his free hand through her hair. " He took care of her father until his death. The poor man was heartbroken. Jareth moved her entire bedroom suite into this very house and I have gone through great lengths to make sure everything is well preserved. There are no windows in the room that was chosen for her things"
" You have everything still?" She asked. He nodded. He had everything from all of her lives. " That is amazing."
" When we are done here, I can show everything but you can't touch it." He said. Lyric nodded.
" Go on with the story. What happen to Jareth?" She asked. He looked away from her and back to the tomb.
" He roamed the country side for years, always coming back here on the date of her death."
" Well, he found someone though, right?" She asked. Jerry frowned and looked at her. " I mean, if he died alone, then you wouldn't be here so he had to have found someone to have at least one child with." He slowly nodded and looked back to the tomb. " Now tell me about Julianna." He smiled.
" Julianna was sold to a pub in Ireland and that was where Jared found her and fell in love. He paid the pub owner what she would have brought in for a year and convinced her to leave with him. He brought her here. She was shy and quiet but he was able to bring her around. They were actually married 8 months after meeting Almost a year to the date of meeting, the pub owner found her and kidnapped her. By the time Jared found her, she was dead." Jerry explained. A lump shot straight into his throat.
When he had found her, the carriage they had been in, had an accident. It had been raining and was swept over a bridge. He had pulled her out but she had already drown. Jerry had held her to him on the bank and screamed while he rocked her. He pushed the wet hair from her face, begging her to come back to him. He had bit into her neck, tried to push his own blood into her mouth but she had been to far gone. He had cried once again.
" You feel your families pain still, don't you?" Lyric asked. Jerry smiled sadly and held her to him. His face came to rest against her chest. Lyric sighed and cradled him. " It's like you are mourning their deaths."
" Prepares I am." He said as he listened to her strong heartbeat.
" Tell me about Catherine." He smiled and chuckled.
" Catherine was a woman a head of her times." He had met her in 1612. " She was an artist but went under the guise of a man since women were not taken seriously then. Jeriad liked her artwork and bought one of her paintings. He wanted to meet the artist. Image his surprise when he saw her."
" How did he find out she was a woman if she dressed as a man?" Lyric asked.
" Because of her face. She kept her long hair back and under a hat. She dressed in men's clothing but her face was to beautiful to be a man's. When he started courting her, he built her a place here were she could work on her art as herself. She was funny, and sharp, sarcastic it would be called today."
" And were they married?" She closed her eyes as he started rubbing her lower back under her shirt.
" Yes. But he lost her in childbirth."
He had taken her to London shortly after they were married. They were staying in a small village just outside of London. The village was attacked and Catherine had been raped. It had been brutal and he had wanted to give her time to heal from it before he turned her. Then they found out she was pregnant. Since he would never be able to give her children, they decided not to change her. Catherine had been upset but he promised to care for the child as his own. As the months went by and she got bigger and bigger, they both grew more excited. They decided when the child reached it's teens, he would turn her.
The baby came early, as it happen sometimes back then. Catherine had been in a horrible amount of pain, he had been helpless. She bled to death as he delivered baby girl. She had known she was going to die and had started begging him to care for the baby. The baby lived only an hour and he had been crushed. He had cradled the tiny bundle against him and cried again. He had buried the baby, that he named Chloe, wrapped in it's birthing blanket. He tucked the baby and Catherine together.
" Wow, the women in your family do not have good luck." Lyric said. " I'm starting to get worried." Jerry raised his head and looked at her. He brought both hands to her face.
" Things will be different for us." He said before he kissed her gently. He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks while his tongue caressed hers. This time is was going to be different. Life is easier than it was back then. Her crazed ex was dead, sicknesses were more under control and he wasn't going to wait much longer to turn her. Lyric smiled and pulled away to look at him.
" Planning on trying to keep me around?" She asked. Jerry smiled as he nodded.
" Come on, let me show you the house." He said. " Everything in this house is very old. A lot of what is here belonged to these women." Lyric slipped off his lap so he could stand up. He took her hand again and they started towards the house.
" It's amazing that you know so much about your family history." She said as she interlaced their fingers. She started lightly swinging their arms.
" It is long and detailed." He said.
The rest of the night they had spend with him taking her through the different rooms in the mansion. The house had three levels. Over the years he had added to it and updated it only to add lights, water, heat and air conditioning. Each room, including his room underground, had a huge stone fire place. He stood back when they entered the rooms that held her old things. He had gone through great lengths to keep things safe. He still had the bed Catherine had given birth in, he had the gowns Julianna had wore, and Elizabetha's entire bedroom suite in it's own room. As they moved through the rooms and memories, Lyric would frown, sometimes closing her eyes as if she was trying to remember things. He started getting hopefully that all the dreams he had been feeding into her would start to come to her. But it was Elizabetha's room that he saw the biggest change in her.
She walked in with his standing by the doorway. She walked over to the bed and placed her hands on the one of the wooden posts. Lyric's eyes closed and she took a few deep breaths. He could see things rushing over her face. She grew more and more pale until she finally opened her eyes. When she looked at him, she swallowed hard.
" Do you have any pictures or drawings of what these women looked like?" She asked softly. Jerry shook his head.
" No, Love, I'm sorry." He said, his voice just as soft as hers. " Why?" She shook her head and looked around the room.
" Do you believe in past lives?" She asked. Jerry's stomach dropped.
" What?" He almost choked out. Lyric laughed to herself and shook her head.
" Nothing, it's stupid."
" Tell me, Lyric. Please." He urged. She turned and looked at him with a shake of her head.
" No. Forget it." She said. " It's stupid. Can we eat? I'm starving." She said when she started towards him.