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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 21, 2010 19:54:38 GMT -4
Rowland had taken to glaring at the night sky outside of the car window as he resigned himself that he was bringing brought along to whatever sort of event Marisolla was going to be doing...that seemed to involved the dead cat.
"Rowland, darling, anyone can bury a dead cat. I could pay the neighbor boy to do that. But it takes real skill to bring a dead cat back to life. And that's what I'm here for."
Rowland's eyes went wide as his attention snapped back to his maker. She was going to bury the dead cat...and then bring it back to life...this was going to be an experience and a half no doubt. Marisolla had taught him early into their relationship not to spend to much of his time questioning his maker and Rowland attempted to adhere to that as best as he could...but sometimes there were just things such as a zombie cat which needed to be questioned.
"You're bringing the cat back to life?!"
"I'm surprised you haven't heard of where we're going, Rowland. You might have heard whispers in childhood of this from the local Indian tribe stories. Think hard. Does the Micmac burial ground sound familiar?"
Rowland peered at the dark world which lay past the window of the car and he barely recognized the town he had once called home. Truth be told the woods had become his home the past 300 years; that and the house with which he stayed with Marisolla for so long as she allowed him to stay.
Rowland attempted to think for a moment to what was literally lifetimes ago and he did remember a few stories about an old cemetery on the outskirts of town where the dead wouldn't stay buried; they weren't supposed to go there...but then again that had never stopped Killian and therefor Rowland had gone right along with him...though they had held off on burying anything to try out the myth...or what Rowland had thought was a myth.
"It's the graveyard where the dead don't stay buried?" Rowland answered though he wasn't entirely certain if they were speaking of the same thing...he could hope they weren't as he was rather a certain an un-dead Salem would be 10 times worse then when he was simply just a house cat.
"We weren't suppose to go in there," Rowland explained as he continued to stare out into the night.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 22, 2010 7:30:03 GMT -4
"You're bringing the cat back to life?!"
Marisolla had been intently focused on the landscape outside of the car's windows. They were getting close. The trees were thickening and the darkness turned nearly impossible to penetrate even with the car's headlights on high.
"Yes, I'm bringing the cat back to life." She smiled faintly. Marisolla had always wanted to try this, but of course as a human that would have been too terrifying. She wondered what would have happened if they'd tried this burial ground with some of the witchcraft victims.
"It's the graveyard where the dead don't stay buried?"
"That's the one."
Marisolla just realized that she had shuddered involuntarily. What she wasn't telling Rowland was that the place terrified the part of her which had clung to its humanity. The place was bad. She knew that. Being haunted by a Wendingo was bad. The Wendingo was a bad creature. The local indians had known it, the 1600 Salem residents had known it, and Marisolla knew it now. In the past few years, she'd seen humans bring the issue more to light in flim, television and book, and their adaptations were nearly spot on.
"It's haunted by the Wendingo." She said, glancing over at Rowland. "It's a spirit that will turn a human cannabalistic with one touch. The Spirit of the Lonely Places some call it."
And what it did to the dead, she never knew.
"We weren't suppose to go in there,"
"No, you weren't." Marisolla informed him. "None of us were. If I'd had children, I would have told them never to go there."
Part of Marisolla wanted to turn back, go to the shelter the next morning and get a new cat. But she'd been planning this for a long, long time and she couldn't bring herself to stop what could be so fascinating a plan.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jul 12, 2010 19:17:49 GMT -4
"Yes, I'm bringing the cat back to life."
"Wonderful..." Rowland muttered none to happy about the current plan of action his maker was about to embark on.
"It's haunted by the Wendingo. It's a spirit that will turn a human cannabalistic with one touch. The Spirit of the Lonely Places some call it."
"You're really not making a good case for this place..." Rowland muttered slouching down further in the seat
"No, you weren't. None of us were. If I'd had children, I would have told them never to go there."
"Yeah that sounds about right...don't go into the woods...don't go in the graveyard...the devils there...of course you tell that to 3 teenagers it was pretty damn near the first thing we did when we got the chance," Rowland explained eyes burning into the dark outside of the car.
They had gone to the graveyard a little past midnight one evening; if Rowland could have souly blamed Thomas or Killian he would have but in truth the moment their father's had forbade them from going into the woods they had begun making travel plans. There really wasn;t much doubt that there was something in the woods and in the graveyard it was all a matter of figuring out what was out there and who better to find out then 3 of the boys from Salem? They did that a lot though Rowland recalled with a ghost of a smile. Or well Killian plotted the plans and Thomas and Rowland had quickly foll wed behind.
"The fact of the matter of course was that our father's had forbade us to into graveyard...so naturally we went. Seemed perfectly normally to start with," Rowland explained his voice rather distant. he was seemingly speaking to Marisolla but in the same manner he was very much lost in his own world.
"And it stayed as such...until Thomas buried a dead rat..."
None of the three of them had had any idea what it was they were doing; save for fooling around in a graveyard at night. They didn't know any witchcraft or anything of the sort. hell the witch trials hadn't even begun yet. They were simply being boys...being fools.
Rowland recalled with a frown the chill that had come over the area...the wind that had threw dirt and all manner of things around and the look of fear which had even crossed Killian's face at the flashes of lightning when they realized that "jokingly" Thomas had set about burying a dead rat. None them had known what would happen; if anything would happen at all so they had all taken the best course of action possible...run like hell.
"He was dead within a week...doctor's said it was pneumonia...Killian and I were rather certain it was something else."
If someone would have told Rowland then that within the year Killian and technically Rowland himself would be dead as well he would have never believed them
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jul 13, 2010 18:40:39 GMT -4
"You're really not making a good case for this place..."
Marisolla smirked. That was probably a good thing because they weren't going to a good place. She knew that. It frightened her to go there-and not much frightened her.
"Yeah that sounds about right...don't go into the woods...don't go in the graveyard...the devils there...of course you tell that to 3 teenagers it was pretty damn near the first thing we did when we got the chance,"
"Of course you did." Marisolla sighed, rolling her eyes towards the car's roof before looking over at Rowland.
Of course that's what teenagers did. Marisolla hadn't been stupid as a human. She hadn't had children, but she'd known what teenagers did.
"The fact of the matter of course was that our father's had forbade us to into graveyard...so naturally we went. Seemed perfectly normally to start with,"
"I'm not surprised in the slightest...but I don't even want to know what you did..."
But she suspected she was about to find out.
"And it stayed as such...until Thomas buried a dead rat..."
And there it was.
Marisolla turned her wide eyes towards Rowland. So he'd done this before. No wonder he looked creeped out.
"I could have told you then that was a bad idea." But they hadn't interacted in those days, except when Marisolla had dealt with Rowland's family or the like. So why should he listen to his neighbor when he wouldn't listen to his mother?
"And it stayed as such...until Thomas buried a dead rat..."
"As I recall." Marisolla muttered, thinking back to the young boy's death. "I baked a pie for his funeral."
It was a good thing the good people of Salem hadn't realized that back in the day. She probably would have been blamed for that too.
Marisolla turned into the small turn off just in front of the cemetery. She was ready to try this, no matter what happened, she needed to see it and experience it for herself.
"All right. Here we are. Let's get on with it."
Marisolla got out of the car and looked in at Rowland.
"You've done this before, it should be easy, right? It's not like we can be killed by disease."
Although a hunter could show up at their doorstep wielding stakes. That could do it. Marisolla shook her head. That wouldn't happen. She was sure her magic was strong enough to counter whatever the cemetery could throw at her.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jul 26, 2010 21:02:58 GMT -4
"All right. Here we are. Let's get on with it."
Rowland stared out the window without moving as Marisolla pulled the car to a stop in front of the graveyard. His eyes searched the moon clad grave site and it was an odd sight to see that time had seemingly not touched the cursed place much like it had not touched him.
"You've done this before, it should be easy, right? It's not like we can be killed by disease."
Rowland stared at Marisolla before he forced himself out of the car and slammed the door behind him. He eyed the site behind his maker and then allowed his eyes to focus back upon her. Every fiber in his body was telling him that they should leave; that they should get back into the car and go back to the house and not return.
Perhaps tomorrow they could go to that pound he had heard her talk of and she could get another cat and Rowland wouldn't kill it...even by accident.
"Other things can kill us Marisolla...we can leave...we can get you another cat...I'm sorry I killed Salem; honest I am...but can we go home...please?"
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jul 29, 2010 17:29:12 GMT -4
Marisolla leaned on the car, staring into the darkness. The air felt wrong here. It had an uneasy, creepy setting. She didn't like it....at all.
"Other things can kill us Marisolla...we can leave...we can get you another cat...I'm sorry I killed Salem; honest I am...but can we go home...please?
"I know you are." Marisolla told Rowland, opening the back door and pulling the laundry basket containing the dead cat out. "And if this doesn't work, we'll go and get another cat as soon as we get rid of my maker. Come on, Rowland, let's just get this over with."
Marisolla took a step into the cemetery and instantly felt the magical elements of the place. She had her own magic, but this was worse. There was something much, much deeper here.
"Don't be scared." She said it partially for herself, partially for Rowland. "We can do this."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Aug 1, 2010 21:49:02 GMT -4
"I know you are. And if this doesn't work, we'll go and get another cat as soon as we get rid of my maker. Come on, Rowland, let's just get this over with."
Rowland's eyes continued to dash about the graveyard; it felt bad...sour. The air all around the place felt rotten and terribly wrong. He hadn't recalled the sensation when he had been human and he was rather certain it had everything to do with the fact that they had been human.
Rowland reached out to grasp Marisolla's arm before she stepped intot eh cemtery but his hadn fell short as she entered. he stood there for several moments glancing back at the car and wanting nothing more for the bloody cat to have just been pitching a dramatic fit and pop out of the basket alive and well and they could get along with their undead lives.
As the wind picked up slightly that did not seem to be the case at all.
"Don't be scared. We can do this."
"I'm not frightened," Rowland snapped back a hint of darkness in his vocie as he took a step forward and intot he cemtery. Rowland felt a chill which went clean through his bones as he followed after Marisolla; and with that chill he felt the strong pull of the side of him he attempted to keep as pushed away as possible. The place whatever magic it it held was ahving a rather negative effect upon Rowland and his strive to remain in control of himself.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Aug 2, 2010 21:58:33 GMT -4
Marisolla looked as Rowland joined her in the cemetery. She took a step further into the cemetery and shuddered.
"I'm not frightened,"
Well good. She was glad one of them wasn't.
"Good. I didn't think you would be."
Marisolla retrieved the shovel they'd brought with them and went to a place not far inside the cemetery gate. There, she began to dig into the dirt. She immediately felt the wind begin to pick up. That could not be good. The wind seemed to increase the magical elements as well-the wrong magical elements that Marisolla didn't want to feel and wanted to use her own magic to counter.
"Do you feel that?" She asked, lowering the shovel to the ground. "Stay close to me."
Reaching into her pocket, Marisolla withdrew the charm she'd brought with her. The Talisman was supposed to ward off evil. She'd never had any problems with evil in the past, but she didn't typically go and stare it in the face.
Digging another shovel of dirt out of the hole, Marisolla looked at Rowland.
"There's bad magic out here, Rowland, and that's not the kind we want. I believe I can counter it, but don't leave my side."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Aug 4, 2010 20:42:22 GMT -4
"Good. I didn't think you would be."
Rowland took an un-needed breath in order to calm the darkness he felt inside of him...it worked...sort of. He knew it was the surronding area...the magic there was darker then Rowland had ever experienced and that was not something he wanted to re-visit anytime soon.
Rowland had been too occupied with scanning the darkness that he hadn;t even noticed Marisolla begin digging into the cursed ground until he felt cold wash over him...cold which could only be associated with death. He had felt that coldness once before...only once but he wouldn't be quick to forget it.
"Do you feel that? Stay close to me."
Taking a step closer to Marisolla he continued to scan the darkenss; in truth he really had no desire to be far from her though he wasn't completely certain that they would be able to take on what the darkness had to offer them.
"There's bad magic out here, Rowland, and that's not the kind we want. I believe I can counter it, but don't leave my side."
"I could have told you there was bad magic here Marisolla," Rowland muttered as the encompassing cold began to grow.
Reaching down into the basket Rowland hauled the cat's corpse out of the basket by the scruff of it's neck. Allowing the body to hover over the freshly dug hole Rowland's eyes met Marisolla.
"Are you certain we want to do this?"
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Aug 5, 2010 18:45:22 GMT -4
Cold air seemed to swirl around them the more they moved. Marisolla shivered. Everyone living, dead, or undead, knew that cold spots were an evil sign. Marisolla wondered just how bad of an evil they were dealing with.
"I could have told you there was bad magic here Marisolla,
"So long as you're prepared for it." Marisolla looked at the hole she was rapidly creating. "Let's get on with this."
She turned to see Rowland already holding the cat's body, and for an instance Marisolla felt a twinge of sadness for her pet. And then fear returned, making her shudder.
"Are you certain we want to do this?"
"Now or never." Marisolla stepped back from the hole and looked at the dead cat. "We've come this far, we might as well finish it."
She took a step back just as her vampire abilities told her someone was behind her. Spinning around, Marisolla thought she caught sight of a shadow in the darkness. It was fleeting away from them, and it did not smell human.
"Let's hurry."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Aug 21, 2010 10:14:50 GMT -4
"Now or never. We've come this far, we might as well finish it."
Rowland had been afraid those would be his maker's words; but then again he was not entirely surprised by them. This was what she wanted and Rowland really had nobody else to blame but himself as far as their current situation went since it had been him who had killed the cat to begin with. He had killed it so he might as well be the one to bring it back to life.......and be cursed by whatever the hell it was stalking the shadows of the cemetery. It was interesting really...interesting to be afraid of the same things you had been when you were human. But Rowland figured it wasn't as much about fear as it was about simply being smart to their current situation...their very bad current situation.
Rowland's eyes searched the darkness for whatever had startled Marisolla....and that was no easy task.
"Let's hurry."
Without waiting for another word or God only knew what else from the shadows Rowland dropped the cats body into the hole and quickly pushed the dirt back over the hole. His hands were shaking as he went about the task and he would have liked to blame it on the cold...but truly as a vampire the weather made no difference to him. The moment the grave was covered a crack of lightning screamed through the sky and Rowland scrambled to his feet his eyes rather wide with panic.
"Now can we go?!" Rowland asked hurriedly as the wind seemingly picked up from all around them spinning cold air about.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Aug 22, 2010 10:38:42 GMT -4
Marisolla felt herself going into vampire attack mode, which was bad. She wanted to stay on witch attack mode so she could use her powers as need be, vampires had a tendency to want to rip and tear. Marisolla thought that would do nothing but anger whatever might be lurking in the woods.
She watched as Rowland dropped the cat into the hole and quickly covered it with dirt. Good, it was done, he was buried, they could go.
And not a moment too soon because Marisolla could sense something moving towards them. She thought again of the shadowy figure she'd seen vanishing into the darkness. Yes, it was most assuredly time to go.
"YES." Marisolla noticed a twinge of fear in her own voice. "Yes, now we can go."
She grabbed the shovel with one hand and Rowland's arm in the other, nearly dragging him back towards the car.
"Get in." She told him, throwing the shovel into the backseat.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Aug 29, 2010 23:46:34 GMT -4
"YES. Yes, now we can go."
"Thought you'd never agree," Rowland muttered as Marisolla all but dragged him away from the freshly covered grave. Rowland had to look back at Salem's grave as he could have sworn he saw the dirt tremble ever so slightly...but that was ludicrous. Or at least it should have been.
Rowland's sight snapped continually towards the car to the darkness which seemed to completely cover the graveyard. He knew this feeling....the feeling of total an dutter despair; the cold feeling of death.
"Get in."
Rowland nearly slammed into the side of the car as Marisolla's words reached his ears. They had been moving obviously rather fast and all the same time Rowland felt as if something had a hold of him; something dark and something much more evil then he had ever run across...and that was taking in the idea that Rowland had a severely dark side of his own.
The wind picked up causing the trees around them to groan in protest of their departure from the cemetery.
As another crack of light snapped across the dark side Rowland was finally able to catch a glimpse of what was hiding there; a glimpse of the eyes he had seen all those years ago when he had been human. Rowland felt the sting of the gash upon his check before he even processed what occurred and that was how it continued as he yanked open the door and slammed it shut his eyes staring into the darkness. There was nothing there adn had it not been for the trickle of blood soaking into the neck of his sweater Rowland would have never believe how close to pure evil they had been...they were.
"I think you should drive now...extremely fast," Rowland muttered as he mopped at the gash on his face all the while attempting to keep it from Marisolla's sight. it would be healed in no time anyways.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Aug 30, 2010 22:33:35 GMT -4
Marisolla realized now that her hands were shaking. As she got into the car and wrapped them around the steering wheel, she could only stare at the trembling limbs.
This place was evil. She wished she could go back in time and tell the people of Salem that they were right-this was bad. But all she could do now was get herself and her child out of there.
"I think you should drive now...extremely fast,"
"Absolutely." Marisolla threw the car into reverse and slammed it back on the road. She smelled blood, but she didn't care. Rowland was clearly alive and functioning, so who cared? Flooring the gas peddle, she headed back towards Salem.
"We do not speak of this again-unless the cat returns." Which she secretly hoped he wouldn't. Perhaps tomorrow she would go to the shelter and find another cat who fit into Salem's hat.
"And if this doesn't work, and I get another cat, do me a favor and don't kill it."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 1, 2010 21:39:47 GMT -4
Rowland was relieved as Marisolla put as much distance between them and the graveyard as was possible in the vehicle. Rowland shivered slightly in spite of himself; it was as if the cold had somehow gotten trapped under his skin like it was waiting there in some form if hibernation. It hadn't been automatic all those years before; time had passed...time to grow comfortable in the fact that they had tampered with the darker side of life and escaped...they had been comfortable until death came...eventually for all 3 of them.
"We do not speak of this again-unless the cat returns."
"Yes ma'am," Rowland muttered with a frown as he noticed that the blood was still freely flowing from the scratch.
It should have healed by now.
"And if this doesn't work, and I get another cat, do me a favor and don't kill it."
"I didn't mean to kill this one..." Rowland muttered his eyes staring out into the darkness as he pressed his palm against the scratches to staunch the flow of blood.
"Sorry for ruining your makers visit," Rowland continued on. He knew how important the vampires visit was and he was actually sorry he had spoiled it for his own maker.
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