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Date: Sat, 09 Oct 2004 21:17:18 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Vampire-WW] - Through the Looking Glass
Day 12
Past Midnight
Josie's Flat
Josie rushed up the stairs of her flat. She usually enjoyed the
sudden
spring downpours, but tonight was different. She was not sure why, or
what
had happened, but things were changing, and she felt herself adrift in
the
river current swiftly approaching the deadly eddy's, and down the
final
whirlpool.
Perhaps it was the coming of the full moon. Perhaps it was the time
of
year. Perhaps the anniversary of her mother's death was nipping at
her
heels. She had discovered so many things about her mother, her
mother's
life. She did not know when she became the keeper of the secrets.
She had
spent so much of her life trying to learn the secrets, to know the
details
she wished to know, that she did not understand or realize the
consequences
of having the knowledge. She now had the responsibility and burden of
such
secrets; and no one to help carry the load.
She locked the door behind her, as if the ghosts that haunted and
dogged her
every step were behind her.
She slumped against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The
family
gathering had been as usual. The mourning turning to life, and the
talk and
gossip the same as always. The hints of who was seeing who, the
possible
marriages, the news of new babies, everything that Josie loved to
listen to,
loved to joke and tease with them all, but something she knew was not
for
her. She could not tell you why; or how she knew, she just knew,
somehow
and someway she was different.
She went to begin the ritual that usually brought her such peace. The
ritual of after a family gathering she would dress up as her mother
and talk
to the image locked forever away from her, and share with her all the
news,
the births, the deaths, and how much she was missed.
Josie filled the tub, with the scented oils and hot water that would
bring
the spirit of her mother forth, so they could be as one. She turned
on the
music that Josie remembered was truly her mother's favorite.
Again Josie lay back to soak, to relax, to ponder and reflect. As
always,
it did not take long for her to have the memories called forth, to be
able
to wander down them, to find the ones she searched for.
Once again she stayed until the once hot, invigorating, inviting water
had
become cool against her skin. She stepped from the tub and wrapped
the old
care worn towel around her and one around her damp hair and went to
prepare
herself for what lay ahead.
Josie dried her long tresses the best she could, and brushed out the
curling
m***** before they became too wild and unmanageable. She normally
wore her
hair loosely braided and up with a clip. She chuckled at the memory
of when
Nicky had first seen her hair come undone. He had been shocked. He had
commented he had no idea of how long it was. Even Max had asked her
why she
bothered keeping it so long? Since, she always kept it up and hidden.
How
could she ever begin to tell anyone of the need that was bonded to the
curse. She pushed all thoughts of such things out of her mind. When
she was
ready she made her way up to the loft.
Josie made her way to the trunk and lovingly opened it, and began to
take
out each precious treasure and lay them around her. Each piece had a
unique
place in the pattern she had created. She sat in the very center and
the
items lay in specific places that represented specific times, places
or a
memory.
Once all the items were out and in their proper place, she leaned into
the
truck, and release the hidden treasures, the ones no one even knew
existed.
The ones she remembered; the ones that had given her the key to become
the
keeper of the secrets.
She leaned over and began the music that was so much and forever
Camille.
She stood and took the dress that was her favorite of all her mother's
dresses. She put it on, and went over to the standing full-length
mirror,
and slowly removed the covering sheet. She stood before the vision
before
her, the vision of her mother, forever etched and bound, in the
looking
glass.
Josie hesitantly reached out and caressed the cold glass surface of
her
mother's face.
"Je m'ennuie de vous maman "
She felt the tears come, as they always did. She whispered little
secrets to
the face within and braced herself that the hug and tender words
needed
would not come.
She stepped back into the center of all that was her mother's life,
and
although she knew that she had not been the true center of her life,
this
place in the center held the power to call forth, and so Josie had
taken it.
For she was now the one with the power, the one to call forth the
memories
at will now. She had struggled for years to have them at all, and now
that
they had returned, Josie did her best to control them. She did not
fool
herself to the delusion she could control them, only that once they
came,
she would attempt to organize them, so as not to have them overwhelm
her.
Josie began the ritual that had developed over time. She lost herself
within, to walk along the corridors of the shadow-lands. She always
felt
such a sense of loneliness. She also had learned to gather strength
from
that loss and loneliness.
When her journey through the shadow-lands was complete, she pulled out
the
little book that held so many of the secrets of her mother and her
life, her
dealings with others, and tonight she would attempt to decipher the
codes
and with the help of the spirits learn more.
She reached in a secret compartment and pulled out a small book, the
hand
written title written in her perfect delicate hand. "Mon Immortal
Aime`"
"My Immortal Beloved" whispered Josie as she reverently and gently
opened up
the journal bound with just a silk ribbon.
Curling up she began to read and work out the code. Josie smiled.
She had
not read this one yet, and it appeared to have been written close to
the
time of her death. It spoke of being torn between 2 lovers, that both
offered love eternal, both obsessed with her powers, and ways, and how
she
had to delicately walk the tight-rope to keep them from knowing about
each
other.
"Ah, Maman!" Josie whispered softly, filled with regret that Camille
had
not been wise enough to know that her 2 lovers were very aware of each
other. Reading the stirring tale from her own mother's hand, she
wondered if
she kept a journal, would she be able to see a pattern? Would she be
able to
glean the inner wisdom, or would she like her mother, disregard
everything
and follow her heart?
The light of dawn was peeking through her open window and curtains,
and
Josie knew she once again had spent an entire evening trying to solve
the
unsolvable. She rose from her place and altho exhausted, she replaced
everything in its proper place and order and then removed the dress
last of
all. She looked one last time into the looking glass, to catch one
last
glimpse of her and covered its face with a sheet. She removed the
dress
lovingly and placed it back on top. She locked the trunk, and slipped
down
the stairs to find some rest in her bed, for tomorrow, she must return
to
the world of the dead and deal with the living who could not
understand this
part of life.
She turned off the lights, slipped out of her under-dress and slipped
between the sheets to find some level of rest and sleep.
Glossary
Je m'ennuie de vous maman I miss you mama
Mon Immortal Aime` My Immortal
Beloved
NRPG- Character development- moving the tale of Josie along
[SUMMARY]
After returning from her family gathering, Josie performs a ritual she
has
perfected through the years to keep the spirit of her mother near, and
to
try to learn the secrets she held before her death.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Josie
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