Post by Averill Von Essen on Dec 31, 2010 5:09:14 GMT -5
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The early morning fog had settled about the grounds in an eerie contrast to the still darkened sky. The flowers had been frosted over and gleamed silver against their blackened stems. Leaves surrounded everything and never strayed one place too long, being swept by her in a whirl of dull oranges and reds, a far cry from their vibrant poise in the mid-afternoon sun. No one ever ventured onto the grounds of the Von Essen cemetery anymore. This branch of the place was barren, and though well kept and managed, the emotional and spiritual connections that should be felt upon entering this form of hallowed ground was absent, especially the loving nature. Von Essen had a blood specific entrance to it. If one did not possess Von Essen blood, they would be killed upon entrance. As such, all forms of magic were stripped of a person upon entering and left them subject to their own dirty work when it came to burials, and in some cases, by the looks of it, retrievals.
Averill lay across the slick silver marble edge of the great spade fountain located directly within the cemetery. Apart from time spent at home in the villa, this was among the safest places someone in her position could be. Her milky white skin near blended with the fountain’s edge and yet still managed to stand out against the graying edge. The water that flowed from the fountain splashed onto her porcelain skin every so often, inciting a single flinch as she adjusted to the timing. The water was cold after all.. Her midnight tinted locks were resting as a makeshift headrest beneath her as a few escaped strands fell into the water just beside her in the fountain basin and flowed freely with the icy water. Her silk dress had fallen to the opposite side, resting white on the dark green of the grass beneath. The ivory corset clung to her midsection and straightened her poise as she glanced up at the night sky, holding her breath in for a few seconds to amuse herself at the bright puffs haze it made when released into the chilly autumn air.
She tapped a single emerald nail across the stone as she sat up, eyes rolling lazily over her surroundings as she estimated how long she had been there. It was nothing personal to the folks back home, but she could still make out the angry stares of the intruders just beyond the entrance gate whom she had left behind hours previous. Before she could get home she had to leave this place, shimmering not being an option once within, and these people seemed to understand that, though their lack of entrance would suggest they were no friends of hers, as if the rushed chant hadn’t been a tip off. She had left under the intentions of coming to retrieve some nightshade flowers from the mausoleum for a few potions studies. She had no intentions of spending the night out here, and with the temperature fluctuating, it seemed she wouldn’t last the night if she were to stay. She could wait for someone else to show up, but who knew how long that would take.
She cringed at the crunching beneath her bare feet as she walked, reminded as ever how silly it had been to leave her shoes at the entrance gate for fear of the heels sinking into the graves. Perhaps it was too passionate a move on her part. She followed the trail of morning glorys to the great iron gate, admiring the way they clung to the bars and managed to wind themselves down the fine spaces. As she approached a face appeared. A man if she were to guess. She glanced over the grounds behind him. It didn’t seem as though his buddies had chosen to stick around.. Or at least it would seem that way at first glance, could have been a female or a clever trick, but any non novice would be able to tell you where they had gone. Or, perhaps, consider who raised and taught her, only Averill would be able to tell you how foolish it is to leave your footprints just below the tree you about to climb into for cover. They had looked gone, but they were far from it, and she knew it. They being everyone or someone just beyond that boundary. Then again if she was judging on the angle and guessing on their speed, which she had to, she could make it through the one standing before her with relative ease.
She yawned patronizingly as she was approached, standing just outside the protective Von Essen barrier and muttering something in a low tone. It was just silly to think things were just now starting to get bad for the family.. No one had really stalked or sought them out before. Suppose it was her turn. ”Still here I see.. Tell me, where are your friends?” Oh she knew where they were alright, the question was to merely set the man up for a fall, deceive him with her naïve face and allow the others to let their guard down. A fatal mistake for the one standing before her, smirk of triumph clearly planted on his face.
There was no time for consideration, if her father taught her anything it was that.. Locate the enemy, lay down the false sense of security, and act never react. Without a seconds worth of warning she lunged forward, fingers closing around the man’s neck as her mind went into shutdown. To accomplish this, the world need all but stop turning. It was a rush, one in which minutes spent lost in the mind of another were purely seconds to the outside world. Her eyes closed as a shock sent her from her powers and pulling back to her own mind she released her hold on his neck, dodging back into the cemetery just as the protective layer of adrenaline died down. She glanced to the person who had chosen to interrupt her with disdain, a face she hadn't yet seen before, somewhat young and insulting. Who were they to stand up to her?
She tapped a finger on her cheek as she waited for someone to make a move or speak their last words.
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