Echoes of the Past

The Aensland Estate - London

The room was but dimly lit by a sparse arrangement of scented candles along the walls and one on the dresser near the king size bed. The smell of lavender filled the air. Emilie lay with her eyes closed under a violet comforter, mostly still but occasionally adjusting herself in her sleep. Lying on her side, one of her arms rested over the cover. As dim as the candles itself, Abigail's good eye rested on the soft-breathing woman for well over an hour now. Its fixation, the stump at the end of the wrist where there should've been a hand.

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She still hadn't been eating well, but despite her gaunt features there was a certain sagging quality to her face. Dark, heavy bags had begun to form under her eyes. Since their return to London she remained restless but still hardly slept. Insomnia was starting to take its toll on her body and mind. Throughout the days and nights images flashed in her mind, waking nightmares of circumstance even when she couldn't sleep. She'd see a figure breaking into the manor to separate them yet again, to take her mother. A different figure most times but there seemed to be a pattern. First it was Charlemagne. He'd caught her unaware, just as he had the first time. The next time it was Ali. Then an odd, never before seen figure, a living silhouette possessing the body of a large man with the antlers of a stag. After that she thought she was prepared, but she had the pattern wrong. The next time she saw Ivana but Ivana didn't do kidnapping. Ivana just slit her throat. Each time she swore it was real—she could feel it happening, but even her relief was tempered beyond help.

It was real enough.

"Not exactly the reunion you were hoping for..."

"—!!!"

Abby started awake with a gasp and only then realised she had nodded off. Shit! She hit the floor. Her hand shot for the ruby lance Gáe Dearg, acting on instinct. It shimmered faintly in her grasp. Her head whipped this way and that, first at the door where four guards stood just inside - they seemed completely oblivious - then toward the source of the voice.

He stood in the window, a man of average height with a lean muscular build and broad shoulders. His skin was deathly pale, standing in stark contrast to his chestnut hair, and caused the sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of his nose, faint as it was, to stand out very clearly. Clad in what appeared an old leather armour, he was clearly a warrior and, she presumed, was there for a fight. There was a familiar quality in his jaded viridian eyes. By then she'd seen it more times than she could count in many of the foes she'd faced off with; though it had only recently become recogniseable, when she saw it in herself - the eyes of a killer. The same weary, restless quality as hers was in his. A life on the run, or searching for something. Protecting? Lastly, she noticed a small but distinguishing beauty mark on his forehead, just over the corner of his right eye. Through all of these things, he felt familiar, somehow; though she was certain she'd never seen him in her life.

Wide-eyed, Abigail blinked twice. She shook her head, then slapped herself in the face to an emphatic report and a sharp, stinging pain. Not a dream. She looked over to the bed. Surprisingly, Emilie hadn't awoken.

She stood defensively over the bed, torn between questioning and outright attack.

Who are you? How did you get in here? What do you want?

She tried (old habits), but couldn't even get the words out. "Wh-..."

The intruder spread his arms wide in a mock-welcoming gesture and responded with a smug grin, almost as if he'd read her mind. "I think...on some level you already know that?"

That accent...some kind of Gaelic? But the recognition was only partial. It wasn't remarkably distinguishable or familiar to any she'd had much experience with, but Abby could pick out a few small bits, extrapolated from some of the incantations her mother used when casting spells.

It's ancient...And like that, without a conscious thought the answer pushed past her lips in a whisper. "Diarmuid..."

Then he had to be an ally, right? He was her ancestor, he had to be on her side...Right? Yet her grip held firm on the lance.

"Are you a spirit then? What do you want?"

He pushed himself from the wall and took a few steps. "I want a lot, to be honest. But first and foremost, I want to show you what you need. Though I think you might already know what that is too." In a roundabout way, his head inclined and his eyes turned toward Emilie. The eyes met Abby's and realisation set in.

"No." She shook her head.

Par for the course. "Look ye miserable brat, ye've got problems galore. The quiet life don't suit ya. They won't let ye 'ave it...Not as long as they live. An' even if they did they were genna keep on doin' what they wanted, and your conscience is gonna eat at you for it." The wraith shrugged. "I know you've heard it all before so I won't waste a lotta time with the rhetoric. But lookit yer poor mother. My child...Think about what they did to her. And know that I—that you—can't afford to let people like that stick around. That's why we're here in the first place. All of it, yer Charlie-boy, Ivanka, and the others. Her fecking hands, they cut 'em off and eat her fecking hands, the sick fecks!"

As he spoke she felt her own anger rising, at the mention of each name, of each image evoked in her mind. She wanted to let him win her over. If not for her own sake, for her mother's. But she admitted, shamefully so, to herself, that she couldn't be certain it was worth the eternal damnation of her soul. (That is, if she even had a chance left.) Even for her mother...the idea terrified her.

"If ye fight for ideals, you'll only ever be able to save ideals. Know this. You have to accept that it's impossible to save everyone. If y'won't even risk the life of one person, you won't save anyone in the end." He knelt directly across from her now, his hand meeting hers on the lance. "You c'n make it up with yer god later but this ain't a debate sweetheart."

Abigail was unbelieving. She squinted, her head tilting slowly to a 45-degree angle. "But...why? Why do you care? Why do you hate these people? What do you want?"she repeated, exasperation rising in her voice.

"I don't hate anybody." He waved her off, and his mood seemed a lot more sombre then. "Most of all? I guess...Fate was just too cruel. I'd like a chance to do it over. Just a taste, from this life, of the loyalty denied me in my last. I'd rather not see the bloodline me and Gráinne started die out because of idealistic ineptitude.

"And I want you to revive the Fianna. A true Fianna, not like those others. Charlatans. Here our mutual interests manifest action." Diarmuid pulled up on the lance, dragging Abigail upright along with it. "Get your boy. The Son of Cain. Either we have use for the dog...or a vendetta."

With that he seemed to vanish in a brilliant flash of light. There and gone. Abby looked around. She was no longer holding the lance; it wasn't even there. Her mother was undisturbed. Her guards stood watch, unmoving. Their expressions were completely unperturbed. As if they hadn't seen any of it.

I've got to start getting more rest.

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Abigail has an amazing rogue gallery. Also this was a lovely read.

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I feel so sorry for this girl lol

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Abigail has an amazing rogue gallery.

Right?

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This was an awesome read

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Niceeeee

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Love it.

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To quote Gambler from a different blog;

Amazing.

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Amazing...

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Thanks.
Thanks.

Now everybody fight over to whom it is addressed. (I'm just kidding. But really, thanks.)

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Dog huh?
Dog huh?

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Didn't know she told you to yell and berate me.
Didn't know she told you to yell and berate me.

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Only because you weren't willing to listen to reason. Still won't I bet.
Only because you weren't willing to listen to reason. Still won't I bet.

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Pfft... Do not be ridiculous! Of course it is addressed to none other than me, the Toad of CV!

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Well, then do I feel sorry for you...
Well, then do I feel sorry for you...

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As long as he's Toad from the X-Men.

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The Aensland Estate - London

Now I know where to find you.........

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Well, then do I feel sorry for you...
Well, then do I feel sorry for you...

I never played with her in AC lol. I know it's sexist but I preferred Jacob because he was more brute strength.

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@black_virtue: Even if I were so inclined (which I'm not), it'd be hypocritical of me to get upset over that because I have less than zero inclination to play Jacob whenever given a choice.

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@arquitenens: The stealth play isn't tedious to you?

I'm more of the type to just kill everybody I'm allowed to.

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@black_virtue: I play snipers in pretty much any shooting game and I'm big on subterfuge and indirect play in those choicey kinda games (Shadow of Mordor, Tomb Raider, etc.). As far as creativity is concerned, for me stealth represents the less tedious option because there are always many different ways to go about it, including those that're often really long-shots and just fun to try to see if they work; or options that only present themselves because of a random chance coincidence.
Come to think of it, that's kinda funny because generally speaking I'm not very patient; but in video games my obsessive nature comes out and I spend a lot of time piecing together circumstance to achieve my "perfect" outcome. (Which can actually often be best when it's totally chaotic and far from perfect.)

Plus, at least as far as the free-play is concerned (i.e. when you're not in a mission that forces you one way or another), I can go "kill everybody" brawler mode whenever, then go back to doing my thing stealthy too. Evie can fight outright.

I also really love her style, her outfits n' such.

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Hm?

The Aensland Estate - London

^Here. I'm coming, heeeeeere

see ya soon
see ya soon

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"Who were they?" Vincent asked. He couldn't block out the stench of blood . It didn't matter how many times he washed, The coppery smell just wouldn't dissipate. "They were an offering to sate the Mark's hunger. The more you kill, the faster you heal, Shaytan." The True Shaytan's voice was laced with sarcasm. "You really don't know much about your species do you?" A suppressed chuckle escaped his lips. "Anyways, no one will look for these men. No one will mourn them. Their lives were meaningless. You gave them meaning. Take pride in that Al'Kalb."Vincent was silent. What was there to say? That he was disgusted? He was, but not with the Mercurial Knightfall. Nor was it the act of dispatching these nameless men. It was the fact that he felt good doing it. A day ago he could barely stand. And now, the cursed celtic had never felt better.

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That very night, Vincent left Quintus and Isadora. He offered no parting words. Again, the heir of Cain had nothing to say to them. He knew he would be followed by several of the elder Shaytan's acolytes. If they got to close, then, they too would be dispatched. It was nothing personal. Hell, Quintus had enough foresight to know that Vincent would leave. And sure enough, he himself now stood in the Dublin Devil's way. "You seem surprised."The Blind Mamba stood a few feet from the polarizing Knightfall. He tilted his head, and in a low growl, responded."Aye. I expected a servant of your's to impede me. Not you."The elder Shaytan stood tall, his arms crossed behind his back, flashing a cheshire grin that was lost on the Blind Vagabond. "I'm not here to impede you, Vincent. Only to embolden you're resolve. You see, their are other forces at work converging on our Abigail. The sharks have always circled her. I know you'll seek her out. You'll tell her what you've learned of Strix and Ali. You also should warn her of Satar. And you'll warn her about me, and my intentions for her. It won't matter in the long run. Eventually she'll come to me for aid. And you, you will lead her to me. Not because you want to. You'll do it out of necessity, Al'kalb. I look forward to that day." With that, the true Devil's Head left Vincent alone with his thoughts.

It had been several weeks since Vincent left Quintus's compound. He now found himself outside the gates of the Aensland estate. He ran his hand along the gate and gave it a little push. It didn't budge. Of course it's locked. Vincent didn't really know what to expect going into this...reunion. His last conversation with Abigail took a turn for the worse. He cautioned patience while she and Sparrow wanted to rush in. Look what that conversation costed them. Sparrow dead. And Emille an amputee. As his thoughts drifted to Emille, Vincent instantly found himself transported back to the dark corridors of The Brick. Back to the moment when the apparition had taken Abigail's form. Back to when she leaned in and whispered those horrid words, "You let him take my mother. You betrayed me. How could I forgive that Vincent?"As his mind began to wander, he heard a voice, an elderly voice calling to him from the other of the gate. "Can I help you?" Vincent tilted his head and gave a curt nod. "Yes, my name is Vincent Harrow. I'm here to see Abigail Aensland."

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That was surprisingly polite, more than I expected.

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There's still plenty of time for it to go south.