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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 10:33:21 GMT -5
 Several years ago this home was built for a noble French family, who paid for its construction. Still living in France, never leaving their home there completely, the man and women of the family (married) would spend some of their time here doing business not everyone knew about. As they were very busy, few got the chance to speak with them, and fewer never saw their faces. Witches and Wizards in the community at the time would know of the family and know that they too were one of them. However, even they did not know their business away from home. When their daughter was born in France, and left with a nanny, no one but a select few knew of their daughter Celeste.
Several years passed, and the man and women were never seen again, as they never returned. Moving forward slightly to the present, two fairly large moving trucks sit out side the home, French maids and butlers are helping the mover's carry boxes and furniture into the mansion. A girl with long silver hair and dull, light purple eyes is sitting on a bench, hugging what appears to be a stuffed light pink phoenix and playing with odd cards that were not playing cards. The girl seems to be uncomfortable and uneasy, and very, very shy around the movers. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 18:17:41 GMT -5
"Are you alright, Miss Deline?" Wilson asked as he stood by Celeste's side.
Being a daywalker vampire, he could handle the sunlight for a while though it would become unbearable eventually. For now though he was fine with it. Emera was perched on his left shoulder, her bat like wings were wrapped around her. Too fancy looking....but then again, he just had to save some little rich kid and make himself a servant to her. Honestly, what madness was this? Emera was created to serve but Wilson never asked much from her in that area. Course he was a strange man....if you could call a Daywalker Vampire a man at all.
"Isn't that this one place all those years ago?" Emera asked, not looking at Celeste and thus her pink gaze was just looking at the land. "What are we doing back here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 19:00:53 GMT -5
Celeste looked up and smiled at what she could consider a close friend since she kept her self distant from others but those she lived with; she still didn't like being touched by the servants that served her family for many years. Only the few close ones could get away with very quick, very light touches. "I-i am fine... J-just nervous...." she said ever so softly, glancing at the movers as they slowly started to unpack the rest of the stuff.
Blinking she listened to the little green "fairy", as she often called her, but to her self. Confused ever so slightly she looked back at the home. " This one isn't haunted like my old home in France....it was my mothers and father's...I...don't feel the bad spirit here....and I don't see that girl here either.... But this is my first time here...mother and father never took me here..." frowning, she bagan to wonder why her birth place was haunted. Looking at her tarot cards she scowlded. They kept repeating a message over and over again since they arrived, and she was beginjnf to get confused. She didn't understand them, for once she didn't understand them. What blocked memories? Shaking her head, she gathered the cards and put them in their box.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 19:09:08 GMT -5
"Ah, well I'm sure it'll go away after a few days." Wilson said giving a kind smile.
"I ain't talking about the haunted part, I'm talking about the fancy parade you seem to be having going on." Emera retorted as she turned her pink gaze to Celeste. "Whatever happened to a nice wooden shack or something simple? Why all this glamor being shoved in the faces of those who look upon it? Isn't this what they kind of say is...um....showing off?"
Wilson sighed and shook his head. Honestly, Emera was a handful for one around the size of a pencil; or smaller. Turning his gaze to her, he was actually considering putting her in a trance but...that wouldn't go well.
"Come now Emera it's not that bad. Besides I thought you liked it?" Wilson asked the homunculus, though to everyone she looked like something of a fairy.
"Hey, I'm just asking. It's gonna make many people jealous." Emera said as she looked at Wilson and folded her little arms.
Emera could say all she wanted but in truth....she liked the life of luxury. It meant she didn't have to do anything and would always have food of all sorts. She was just being her annoying self.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 19:58:57 GMT -5
Celeste looked at Emera and blinked. She wasn't showing off, it was just....a place that she inherited. Thinking, she looked at the large house and listened to Wilson and Emera talk. Giving a soft smile, she was happy the two were around.they were helpful in many ways and kind.
Standing Celeste dusted her dress of and looked at one of the last large boxes that a mlvwr was carrying. Watching to make sure he didn't drop it she slowly looked at the pair who were almost always beside her. "Perhaps we should go inside? It seems everything is moved in, and I want to make sure everyone is safe." and by everyone she meant the vast collection of her stuffed plushies. She always seemed to be getting a new one everyday, but it was something the girl with a dark past sought out comfort in.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 20:25:11 GMT -5
"Jealousy is something you can't control, Emera." Wilson added.
"Yeah but what does that lead to?" Emera replied as she had her arms folded.
Hearing Celeste's suggestion of going in, Wilson turned his yellow gaze to her and nodded. Perhaps it be best to go in right now? Besides Wilson had a feeling it was her stuff animals she was worried about. She did have a lot of them and treasured them all.
"Certainly." Wilson agreed on, when Celeste started to walk he would follow along.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 21:51:22 GMT -5
Celeste nodded, agreeing with Wilson. No one could control jealously. Happy they agreed to go inside wither, or well at least Wilson, she walked into the mansion. It was vast, and some how Celeste felt empty inside. Turning toward the east wing of the house, she followed the dusty rug that led up stairs. Stopping for a bit she looked towards the door of the room she claimed.
She stood there for awhile, pausing. She slowly looked at the MSN and the 'fairy', a sad look on her face. "Do you think...that mother and father died peacefully...?" The girl didn't remember the event that happened many years ago. What happened that night was blocked by the girl, not wanting to remember what really happened. Because of the block, she didn't know how her parents died, she just knew...that they were dead. She trusted Wilson and Emera with many things. Perhaps she should tell them what the cards were telling her?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 22:09:47 GMT -5
Emera didn't see much reason to argue over it. Wilson was a stubborn mule in many ways but at least he wasn't ugly like one. So she stayed put on Wilson's shoulder as he followed along, having his hands in his pockets all the way. A kind smile on his face remained the whole time. Though when they came to the stairs, Celeste stopped and looked at the young girl. Course her question caused him inward pain.
Her parents....he had seen them when he helped save her. The people...the servants of her family back then. He fought all of them that had been raised from the dead. Even...even the parents this girl once had. It was part of the reason why he decided to become this girl's servant. To make up for having to kill her parents even though they were already dead. He still felt guilty over it.
Emera kept her mouth shut, knowing full well that this was a very touchy subject. She had sworn to not tell Celeste, which was amazing that she managed to keep her mouth shut all this time. Emera watched the smile fade from Wilson's face as he was clearly thinking of a answer that wouldn't pain or have the girl question it.
"I like to believe that they did." Wilson answered.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 22:42:59 GMT -5
Celeste nodded, the sad look on her face. Looking around down at the first floor she sighed. "It feels to empty...maybe WD xsn change that..." Giving a small smile she walked into her room, were the other servents already had the vas stuffed animals displayed. They took an entire wall, and the room itself was pretty big.
Setting the doll she had in her hands on a neatly made bed she sat down and looks at Wilson. Gesturing to chairs at a table made for having tea she tilted her head and studied the supernatural. "Emera, how does Wilson keep so young looking? I've known him for awhile now haven't I? Yet now that I'm about 21, he only looks 22, and hes always looked so young..."[/color. She touched her face and giggles. "I don't wanna start looking old..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 22:56:04 GMT -5
So many of em...and yet....it was fine. The collecting of such items helped Celeste it seemed so they were a needed item. Well at least she still had plenty of space for her as well. Course soon Celeste gestured for him to sit in the chair and he sat down. Emera was still perched on his shoulder and she stretched her arms as well as wings.
However, when Wilson heard the question a look of surprise hit his face. Oh boy. Emera though burst out laughing at the question. How did he look so young....oh that was a good one!!! Wilson would've spoke but he knew the question was for Emera. If he answered it, it would've just been suspicious. So the daywalker vamp could only hope Emera wouldn't spill everything.
"How should I know how he does it?" Emera asked as she laughed, though she leaned too far forward and fell off of Wilson's shoulder. "It's just a thing he does. Don't worry, you still got many more years before you start to look older than he is. He might look like a old sack of bones by time you start looking old Missy! HA HA!!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 0:25:02 GMT -5
Celeste giggled at the surprise look on his face, and she giggled even more at Emera's reply. Smiling, she looked happy even after the small, episode of sadness. "Well I hope he teaches me his secret BEFORE I get to old and wrinkly. " she said, smiling.
Smiling again she closed her eyes. In her soft, quiet voice again, she spoke, "You know....I'm surprise you two haven't left yet....your like friends to me....Don't I drive you insane with my...dears and obsession? I must have st one point right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 0:34:30 GMT -5
Emera was still laughing. Teach her the secret huh? Yeah, he'd have to turn her to do that! Though...what would happen to Celeste if he turned her? Did ya get a Daywalker or a normal Vampire if a Daywalker turned ya? Could a Daywalker even turn anyone?! Emera was sitting on the table, gasping for air after all the laughing. Wilson gave a weak laugh at Celeste's hoping he'd teach her his secret. Course the subject soon changed to something that well...showed that something more was bothering Celeste. A hint of surprise came to his face at hearing the new questions.
"You don't drive me insane Celeste and nothing you've done is making me think that. You're a good person, there's just somethings in your past you couldn't control and it's hurt you. When we meet, you were scared terrified even. You needed a friend and I wasn't sure on what would happen if you were just sent away to some orphanage all alone." Wilson explained.
"Well I can't say the same. Considering how big this place is and how strange you act form time to time. But then again I guess that happens when a bunch of things attack ya and somehow make ya forget..." Emera started but was silenced as Wilson put a hand over Emera to hush her.
"Course, it's rather easy to get Emera annoyed. No reason to take it personally Celeste, truth be told she is growing fond of you." Wilson added, small sounds showed Emera's protesting but nothing could be understood.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 15:38:22 GMT -5
The silver haired girl smile as she watched little Emera laugh. She tilted her head, curious as to what was going on in her little tiny head. Once the laughing died down and she was gasping for air, Celeste looked at Wilson to see what his reaction was. Was that a hint of surprise on his face? Mentaly shaking her head, she ignored it. Of course he probably wouldn't tell her his secret, right? It didn't bother Celeste that much.
A weak smile on her face, she listened to Wilson's explanation. Something nagged at her in the back of her head. Why didn't she feel right? What was going on? He was right though, she wasn't old enough to live on her own in a house so big back then, and now she felt a lone in the big house even with Wilson and Emera there. Emera then started speaking, and as she did so Celeste focused on her. Blinking as Wilson covered her mouth she looked at them both. Something wasn't right....Were the cards right about something?
Looking at Wilson and Emera an then out the window. She should tell them now but, how could she tell them...? "Emera is easy to annoy isn't she.....? But she's warming up?" she asked absent mindedly, her thoughts obviously some where else.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 16:54:13 GMT -5
Wilson was confused to when Celeste just repeated what he said as he sat there. Removing his had off of Emera, the homunculus turned a angered gaze to the daywalker.
"Well you got some nerve shushing me in that manner!!!" Emera started yelling at Wilson. "How would you like it if someone almost suffocated ya just to have you be stop talking?! Huh? Hey...are you even listening to me?!!!"
Wilson paid the small being no mind as he rose from the chair, grabbed hold of it by the top, and headed over to Celeste. Course this didn't sit well with the green creature as she yelled at the man further. Placing the chair a bit away from Celeste, he took a seat once more but kept his yellow gaze on Celeste.
"What's wrong?" Wilson asked.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 18:57:04 GMT -5
Staring out the window, ignoring the shouting of the winged homunculus.She didn't even notice Wilson moving his chair to change his sitting position. Blinking as he spoke again, she looked at him and then out the window.
"something feels.....empty.....and the cards....mentioned something about blocked memories...I am....confused...." she shrugged and picked up a nearby stuffed animal, petting it, her gaze transfixed to the ground. "I am sure they are talking non-sense thoufh..the empty part though....I am not sure about that...."
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