Thursday, January 13, 2022

B1/Ch13: STORM IN THE AIR


The storm over Welshport 


A rumbling storm had reached Welshport Island. It crashed in the atmosphere above like to oceans colliding; a flash of lighting and rain pouring down on the small village and island with the same name while Goode Island floated next to it amid the blur of the storm, a down pour that had not been seen in over a year.

At Tirymôr House, Evie stared out of her window that was fogged up with condensation. She could see glimpses of the ocean far off over the large forest that surrounding the house and village and saw the ships bobbing up and down in the sea. The thunder clapped and a shiver ran up her back. She turned to her side and grabbed a dark blanket and put it over her shoulders. 

Then there was a knock on her bedroom door.

She paused, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see anyone. With all the strange occurrences, all the strange sightings of things that were Sebastian's she had no interest in being in contact with ghosts of any kind. Real or imagined, but she related, it could be Celeste with new of Filipe.

"Come." She shouted with her soft voice as she took to her large sitting chair near the fire place and watched as her heavy bedroom door opened and the town Constable Christian Evans, a man who had tried to protect Evie and Sebastian at their wedding in his duties and in the process had started to see the charm of the new woman in town and had grown very fond of her. 

Evie, too, felt a strange connection to him one of safety knowing that he was there for her when things had stunningly gone wrong. 

"What are you doing here so late?" She asked as she stood to receive him.

"Celeste asked me to come back, she wanted to rush home and make sure she was there if Filipe happened to return. I don't have the best news about his vanishing. We can't find him anywhere." Christian noted, his mind still blocked by the magic powder blown in his face by Eliza Goode. 

"She mentioned he went of to find Mary on Goode Island. Have you checked there?" Evie asked.

Christian, his mind bewitched by anything concerning the island where the Eliza was hiding Mary and holding Filipe hostage, did not answer directly thanks to his mind being blocked. He squinted, furrowed his brown. He tried to focus on what she asked but his mind just would not let him connect to the answer, which was "no". He hadn't checked again on Goode Island. 

But thanks to Eliza’s sorcery, he wasn't even sure why that was.

"Well?" Evie said unsure why he had paused so long to reply.

"We're still looking but knowing him as I do, he'll be back." He answered, to a confused Evie. Even he was confused.

"I hope, if not for his own safety, but for Celeste's sake too. She’s so worried. The poor thing was so distraught especially with this wild storm front over us. He could be anywhere, and Mary, we all know how dangerous she is. Who knows what she’d do to him." Evie said, sitting back down.

"She wasn't always this way. She's had a rough childhood. She didn't really know her father and her mother kept her pretty isolated when she grew up. Its been a battle for her to incorporate herself over the years with the rest of the people on the big island and in the village." Christian said.

Evie lifted a brow, "Are you excusing what she did to Sebastian because of her horrible childhood?" 

The sudden clap of thunder startled Evie and Christian alike. He took a breath and went over and sat across from Evie as the rain continued drop large amounts of water over the glass of the window like a waterfall cascading down a crystal mountain. 

"Let me explain, you see we've all known each other for years. We grew up together in one way or another. Even Mary. Despite living where she did, Eliza sent her to school with us, so we know her. We know her well. Something must of have gotten to her, she's been strange for some time now and... well, I know that if I figure out what that something is, we can get her back on the straight and narrow." Christian said.

"Christian she killed my husband, I don't know if I care to see her get back on the straight and narrow. She deserves to be in prison until she pays for that." Evie said assertively. 

"I completely understand, I didn't mean to imply that she would get off the hook for what she has done." Christian added seeing how annoyed Evie suddenly seemed. "I would never just allow some to avoid justice that way." He added.

Evie saw that he truly meant no harm, she could also feel her blood pressure rise. Her mind was in so many different places and the power electricity of the storm didn't help much. She got up and re-arranged the blanket over her bare shoulders. She went to her window and watched more rain pour down onto the grounds surrounding Tirymôr. 

"I don't mean to snap. I just..." she paused. "if I tell you something do you think you could keep it to yourself?" She asked as the thundered rolled again in the dark sky.

"What is it?" He asked getting up to look at her in the eye as the light from the small electric lanterns and fire place kept them in a somber glow of orange.

"Something is going on, I don't know what. In the last few days, Ive seen items that belonged to Sebastian in places they shouldn't be. There was blood too. And when I came back to show Rebecca it was all gone. Then on another occasion I felt like I saw him, downstairs in the foyer. It was confusing because the person was wearing a cloak of Sebastian's but then he vanished and later the cloak was in my room. I just feel like I'm slowly losing my mind. Each passing day without him, without him warmness and kindness and everything that I had hoped he would be when I moved here seems to have been destroyed and I feel like without him I'll just waste away. And then there was the conversation I had with Celeste about Jacob. He... he is unsetting Christian. Something about him since the day I got here has always made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up." Evie said.

"Do you think that maybe you're just dealing with a lot of stress from Sebastian's death?"

"Of course but... that still doesn't explain why Celeste feels the same way. She's know this family for years. She fears Jacob. And I can see why." Evie said.

"And the things you are seeing, the things you think are Sebastian's do you think its Jacob too?"

"I don't know! I just don't know anymore. How would those things appear out of thin air  and who was running around downstairs in Sebastian's cloak but....if it was someone pretending to be him to frighten me, then I don't think I could stay here anymore." Evie explained to a stunned Christian. 

He looked in her eyes and could tell she did not go mad. She was coherent, clear, detailed. Someone was truly bothering her and trying to flip things on her where she would be stretched to the edges of her sanity but of course Christian could not prove any of it no matter how much he believed her.

He stepped up close to her and grabbed her hand to squeeze. She felt safe with him. She felt like no one else in the house could do this for her, keep her safe and out of the cross-hairs of Jacob or any Lord family phantom. After all he had known them all his life. He knew their ins-and-outs ever since his own father would bring him around as a small boy to see the estate and play with Sebastian. They grew up rather close until Sebastian began to be tutored at home to prepare for the one day taking control of the family company. 

 "I will do whatever it takes to make sure you're safe. I've told you that promise and it's all true. Anything. He repeated. 

She stepped closer to him now, looking deep into his blue eyes, a blue she missed now that the weather had taken away the similarly colored sky. She smirked at his boyish good looks and wondered where she'd be without her new friends Celeste and Christian. But Christian was something special to her. She could feel a warmth in her heart, something that her new found vulnerability needed and held on to. Tightly. In her grief over Sebastian, Evie found solitude and support in Christian. 

He smiled back too, seeing this kindness in her eyes that he could feel in every fiber of his body. 

"Thank you. And again I feel awful for how I behaved when we talked about Mary." She said breaking their quick moment of silence as they gazed in each other's eyes.

"It's fine, really. And to be honest I can understand completely. Sebastian's death is still wearing on you and I've never been so concerned about a friend as I am Filipe. He's helped me with so much. I just really need to find him." Christian said.

"Celeste is worried too. She cant imagine why he'd be gone for so long. It's been an awful few weeks for everyone actually. But for me, you've been so helpful." She said.

"I'd really do anything for you to help you, Its really unfair the cards you've been dealt. You deserve to be happy and living here...well we don't really know what could happen within these walls. That's the most important thing. For you to be safe where you live."

Evie's eyes sparkled and with his words, with his actions, with everything he has done for her the sadness of the last few weeks was suddenly melting away like the spring sun thawing the winter frost. and Evie's broken heart started to come back together again. 

Christian looked at her. Not only was there a fire in burning in the hearth of the room, there was one burning in his heart. He wasn't sure if it was even possible but he was indeed feeling so something for the young widow, a woman that quickly became all he could think about in the wake of his friend's death. Then, he said what had never expected to say.

"I...I want to kiss you." Christian said, feeling shocked that that came out of his mouth. 

"Christian..." Evie said, unsure how to reply.

"I'm sorry I don't even know why I said that because.." he replied but before he could finish Evie lunged at him and kissed him on the lips.

The two fell into each other's embrace and moved closer to the warm fire. As they stood in between the two large chairs in the fire place kissing, they slowly slinked down on to the floor where they lay the puffy petals of Evie's chiffon dress. They continued to kiss, deeply and passionately and Christian carefully lowered Evie on her back as he continued to kiss her. 

The fire felt so warm. Their bodies absorbing the heat in the moment of passion. Before they knew it, the two new friends, both mourning a terrible loss filled the void of Sebastian's death and Filipe's disappearance were making love right on the floor of her bedroom in front f the hot fire and to the sound of the rain falling in a powerful storm. 

As the two made love on the carpet of Evie's bedroom, Rebecca watched from behind the painting that looked into Evie's room. Her shock, her horror. Her disgust. She was slowly growing fond of her new family member and hoped that she could mold her into the perfect Lord woman but now, now she could see that perhaps Jacob was right. What person in their right mind could so quickly after her husband's death fall for another and even make love to him?

Christian and Evie make love 


"You're seeing for yourself just how she's slowly going into a horrible state. To be outwitted by that Evans man. What a disaster." Jacob said to a furious Rebecca.

"Well, what can I do? what am I supposed to do Jacob?" The old woman replied, her heart and mind rushing into all options.

"There's only one thing you can do. Get her taken to Windcliff. We can have it done quickly. No one would ever judge us for it, not after this." Jacob said, happily excepting the good fortune he was having with Evie making love to someone that wasn't her husband and so soon after Sebastian died.

Rebecca pulled the eyes of the painting open again, she saw the passion still unfolding in the other room. The thunder clapped and the rain crashed down on the window and flashed in Rebecca's eyes through the painting. She was furious. She could not blink. She could not turn away from what horrible thing she was witnessing in the room next to hers. Adultery. Scandal. 

Another scandal. The Lord family could not take another one.

"There must be conditions." Rebecca said closing the paintings eyes.

"Name them." Jacob said.

"No one can know she was taken to the mainland to be at Windcliff. No one. It must never leave this house. We will tell people she in unwell or that she cannot have visitors but under no circumstances are we to tell people she went insane and that she’s been institutionalized.” Rebecca ordered.

“And Celeste? She will wonder.” Jacob asked.

Rebecca lifter a brow, “She will have plenty to keep her occupied here at Tirymôr. Evie will be the last thing on her mind.” Rebecca added. 

“Very well.” Jacob agreed. 

With a deep disappointment Rebecca sighed “Doing this, having this affair, this betrayal of my trust like this, MY home....no. The girl is out of her mind. I should have known better when she came to me with her visions but I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt but its clear now. Clear as day."

"Not a word. From anyone. I'll take care of it." Jacob said leaving the room quickly as Rebecca, grabbed hold of her rosary and fell to her knees praying to a statue of the Virgin Mary in her room that glowed with a strange glare from the flashing of the lightening. 

Just outside Rebecca’s room peeking from behind a large potted palm in the hall, Charlotte and the spirit of Sabrina, still dwelling inside the little girl ,were listening to the conversation. Charlotte watched her father leave the bedroom headed for the downstairs foyer where he’d use the large boxed telephone to call up Windcliff Sanitarium. 

The sound of Rebecca whispering her prayers as the rain poured down covered Charlotte’s footsteps as she bounded down the red carpeted hallway with the information she eavesdropped of Evie’s impending doom.

She needed to warn Evie, she needed to tell her what they had planed for her. Sabrina's spirit began to make the little girl seem to turn into a flash of speed as she ran as fast as she could to Evie’s room just down the hallway. 

As the  young lady bolted down the hall she hit her arm on the side of a long dark mahogany table knocking over a porcelain vase that crashed to the floor . When she stopped to ease the painful bruise on her arm and survey the mess she made a big hand came down and clapped down on to her wrist.

It was Gaspar. He had also been hiding the the shadows and he caught Charlotte. 

"Tsk tsk tsk... you shouldn't be listening to other people's conversations young lady. What would your father say to this?"

"Let go of me." Charlotte's little voice said.

"Come along. We wouldn’t want you fooling with your father’s plan, now would we?" Gaspar replied gripping his hand tightly around Charlotte's bruised arm.

"I SAID LET GO!! Let go or I’ll scream!" She yelped as the flash of another lightening strike illuminated the tall ceiling to floor windows of the hallway. 

“Miss Charlotte you should know better than to speak to your elders this way. You’ve done a bad thing, and once your father discovers this what will do? You’ll be punished.” Gaspar replied cryptically. 

Charlotte struggled in Gaspar's grasp, and not even Sabrina's power could loosen his grip. He took her all the way back to Rebecca’s room, pulling and ripping at his fingers all the way there. 

Charlotte felt her little 10 year old heart sink deep in her chest. Evie was done for. 

****

On Goode Island, as the storm continued to roll over the Frenchman Bay of Maine, Sebastian continued to lay in bed with his body still feeling the powerful pull from death back to life. 

Sitting at his bedside, like a nurse-maid to a soldier at war, was Eliza Goode. She had watched over him for the last 2 nights hoping he'd come back to full life as her spell had said it would do. But he'd run a fever in a cold pale body. He was constantly sleeping and tossing and turning which terrified Mary.

"He's not right. Something is not right." Mary said through tears as the realization continued to soak into her mind of what she had done thanks to Sabrina's ghost requesting Eliza's help.

"His mind in between two worlds, the living and the dead. Filipe's blood will help." Eliza said, as the rain poured down.

"Is he.... some kind of... Vam..." Mary began before Eliza hushed her.

"Never ever speak what he's become. Never. It cannot be spoken. If it is, something terrible will happen and the good in Sebastian will subside and the darkness of death will take over his whole heart. Mary, it is imperative you never say the word you were about to say. Never." Eliza warned.

Mary nodded she would not just as Sebastian's suddenly came to.

"Where....where am I?" He moaned.

Eliza and Mary quickly rushed over to his bed as Eliza again gave to Sebastian the blood of Filipe.

The blood one more dribbled down Sebastian's mouth but then, his eyes snapped open. The first round of blood had slowly seeped into his tissues, but as that taste did it's job, this new taste was now filtering in much faster. The fever had broken and Sebastian was quickly returning to some sort of new normal.

"Why am I here?" He questioned.

"THEY TOOK YOU! THEY TOOK YOU FROM YOUR GRAVE!!!" Filipe screamed from his cage in the other room, woozy from blood loss. 

Sebastian looked confused.

"I died." he said unsure if he was alive or dead.

"Something like that." Mary replied. 

"Sebastian, I need you to first understand that what we did was by request. Request from your mother. She wanted us to intervene and we," Eliza paused and looked over at Mary who was staring down at Sebastian still in shock. "took you from where you were and saved you. That's all you need to know we saved you." Eliza answered.

"I was shot. You...you shot me. Why? Why did you do that?" Sebastian asked as he tried to get out of bed, but Eliza rushed over and kept him laying down.

"You can't be up yet." She said

"WHY? Let me go! THE BOTH OF you! Let me go!!" Sebastian said, as he forcefully pushed Eliza off of him with such velocity that she flew upwards, a foot off the floor and back into her own chair. 

Mary screamed and rushed over to her mother who got up and said she was fine. She knew like this would happen. She knew that Sebastian's revived body filled with the energy of the supernatural and the blood life-force of a healthy living person like Filipe would give him the strength of 50 men or more. She knew his animalistic side would come out and that eventually they'd have to make him leave. She knew it, and expected it and had a hidden revolver with a single silver bullet hidden in the drawer of the bedside table just in case it all got out of control. 

"I don't know how I did that. I only wanted to get you off of me." Sebastian said getting out of bed and suddenly seeing his pale face in the mirror. "My god, what's happened to me? Why do I look like this???" He screeched. 

Eliza got up with Mary's help and spoke.

"Sebastian please listen. You are not like you once were. We've revived you and we've given you a way to have a second life, a life that will be changed forever. This is your second chance to do what you need to do and take control of all that your mother wished for you." Eliza said as Sebastian looked down at his naked body seeing the scars of the bullet hold in his chest. 

He reached over and grabbed his trousers. He put them on and looked into the mirror again.

It was his face but different. It was his eyes but different. It was his skin but different.

It was him.

But different.

"This isn't right. I feel ... I feel hungry." He said turning to the two Goode women.

"We've given you blood. Blood is what you need for all time now." Eliza said rubbing her sore wrist.

"What do you mean blood is all I need?" He asked.

"SEBASTIAN!!!" Filipe screamed from the other room.

Sebastian, recognizing the voice, leaped into the next room and saw his friend slumped down on the ground inside of a cage. He rushed over and tried to pull open the cage doors but they were locked.

"What have you done to him? What's happening? Remove my friend from this cage at one!! I DEMAND IT!" Sebastian scolded.

"They took it from me. Its in you now." Filipe said weakly. 

"Took? Took what? What have you taken from him? What is he talking about?"  Sebastian asked.

"We had to use fresh blood from a male, and Filipe," Mary began to explain but could not believe what she was about to say next. "We had to use his blood to save your life. To give you new life." She finished.

"You monsters! What have you done??? Why would you do this? This is not what my mother wanted!!" Sebastian screamed as the storm cracked another thunder bolt down to the ground outside the cottage.

"Sebastian we had to!" Mary said.

"You're vipers! Monsters! Witches! You should have just left me dead then do this to this poor man. He is my best friend and you've used him as an experiment to bring me back to life! This is an abomination. My mother would have never wanted this!" Sebastian replied.

"ENOUGH!" Eliza yelled silencing the room. "My sister wanted this, she wanted exactly this because she told Mary so. You know it too. It is shocking, I understand, but Sebastian we are not the enemy. Jacob Lord is the enemy. He's responsible for all the pain we've all felt for years and you know it, even Mary’s. He took Charlotte and lied to both of them. I know you know it, my sister knows you now you know it." 

"Your sister?" Sebastian said as he continued to try to calm Filipe in the cage.

"Sabrina was my younger sister Sebastian. She is why I agreed to do this for Mary when she said Charlotte held Sabrina's spirit within her. We're family boy, and this is why we've helped you. Do not squander this opportunity now that you have it." Eliza said to the sound of rolling thunder in the sky.

"Opportunity??? You’re insane! You’ve made me into this… this thing! This blood drinking creature. And Filipe! You’ve locked him up. I need him to of this cage. If everything you say is true then Ill confront my uncle myself. With my friend Filipe by my side." Sebastian replied.

"He's too weak, he wouldn't make the trip back to the big island." Mary added.

"Release him." Sebastian ordered, sounding like his old self again. 

"She's right he is weak, but I can give him something to help." Eliza added.

"I won't let you go back there Sebastian,  I won't. These women need to be held accountable for what they've done and they want you to hurt your uncle." Filipe said.

Mary turned back to Filipe in a swish of hair and scowled. Filipe, if anyone, knew the coldness of Jacob’s ways, yet seemed to want to protect him in some way. 

"What about what Jacob did to you Filipe? Have you already forgotten? Look down at your hand and remind yourself Filipe. He never paid for the pain and suffering that you endured. What about the daughter he took from me? What about all the lies and the things he's done to others? You can help us." Mary suddenly said with a clear mind.

"My mother." Sebastian added remembering his moment with Sabrina. "he killed her." 

"You see. And he took my daughter from me and all of this was to make sure he's controlling the entire estate that belongs to all your family. Everyone in that house has been manipulated and lied to by Jacob and that includes Rebecca and Celeste and now probably even Evie." Mary added.

"Celeste." Filipe said, now understanding that even the woman he loved who worked in the house as Evie's lady in waiting was also in trouble being there with Jacob. 

"Please come with me. We have to confront Jacob, everything he's done needs to be brought to light and told to my grandmother. We have to stop him. For Evie. For Celeste. For my mother. For my father who was innocent all these years of killing my mother." Sebastian said then turned to Mary and saw her face pained and tear-stained. "And For Mary and for Charlotte." 

Filipe, still in the cage, rolled over and stood up. He looked at the women who had cut him and had taken his blood and then to his best friend. There was truth in all of it. There was sorcery in it too but Filipe had to accept it. For Celeste. 

"Let's go home." Filipe said, as Eliza quickly unlocked the cage door and released him. 

Mary held tight to her mother as they both watched Sebastian and Filipe rush off to the edge of Goode Island’s rocky shore. Mary squeezed her mother close thankful she was able to reverse the death of Sebastian but wondered about the manner they did it.

“What has he become?” Mary asked in a soft voice as they watched from the cabin door in shadowy night. 

Eliza did not answer.

“Mother?” Mary asked again. “What have we made him? And Filipe?” 

Eliza inhaled a deep waft of cold salty air and squeezed her daughter’s trembling hands and said “Let the Lords deal with what Sebastian is now. Let them reap what they’ve sewn; products of their own cruelty over decades and deal with their new family curse a curse that will stain their bloodline for all generations. Sebastian is now a man of another world. Let them all suffer now.” 

Mary wasn’t sure how to take her mother’s words but took them in worried that she had made a horrible mistake asking Eliza to revive the dead. Now, the Goode women could only wait and see what Sebastian’s new form would do to save his precious Evangeline. 

****

Happier times: Filipe Braga & Celeste DeVianna 


Celeste boiled tea on a kettle that was burning on a small wood burning stove towards the back of her kitchen. She felt the wind blow in from her kitchen window, it felt like a winter wind that stiffened the bones of her hands almost instantly. 

She shivered and turned towards the front room to tend to the fireplace just as her front door swung open with Filipe standing in it soaking from the pouring rain.

"MY GOD!" She screamed as his body slowly began to collapse from exhaustion.

Celeste rushed over and caught him mid fall and she helped her tired partner over to a small sofa near the fire place.

"Where have you been? Ive been worried sick!" She asked.

"I don't even know where to begin. The last two and a half days have been incredibly ....." He paused unsure of what to say as she grabbed and removed his boots.

"We have to change your clothes, you’re soaking wet." She said.

She began to remove his clothes to help him change when she saw the deep cuts Eliza had given him to harvest blood for Sebastian.

"Filipe, what is this?" Celeste asked, running her hands over the fresh wounds that were sewn up with doctor like precision.

"It was Eliza. She needed to take some from me for--- someone else." Filipe said, warming his body in his dry clothes.

"Eliza! So you were on Goode Island! I knew Christian should have gone back for you. I told him you went because of how you felt about his interaction with Eliza but he kept telling me there was no one there. I just knew you were! You wouldn't lie to me." Celeste said, then she looked back at the cuts. "Wait--what do you mean she needed to give some for someone. Some what? To Who?" she asked frantically.

"I’m frightened for us…for all of us. Something has happened and I’ve seen terrible things; from now on, from this night forward nothing on this island will ever be the same again." Filipe replied.

"Filipe you're scaring me. Whats happened?" Celeste said noting the terror coming from every expression on Filipe's face.

"I need to rest. I can't talk. Please help me to bed." Filipe said as Celeste complied.

She took him to their bed and he collapsed into it. Cuddling himself with the warmth of the blankets as she lit a fire in the second fireplace near the bed. She rushed back over into the kitchen and came in again with a hot cup for him to sip. 

"It'll help with energy." She said.

But Filipe was asleep. He was exhausted. Frightened. And somewhat a new person after the blood from him went into Sebastian. In a way they were one, the two friends. His blood ran though Sebastian's body and they felt as if they were family but now were truly connected.

Celeste watched as the man she loved slept, her mind kept repeating what he had said to her about the changes their world would see after this night. He heart could not take another tragedy and she hoped, and prayed that when the storm lifted, everyone she cared for would make it to see the sun. 

****

Later that evening Evie and Christian lay in bed holding each other for warmth and through passion. Their eyes locked on each other like they had never seen any other's eyes before. She pulled herself up, her naked back caressed by his strong hands. Her hand fell down over her shoulders and on to his chest. They kissed again after the love they made. 

She had never felt this way before. Evie thought that perhaps she had made a mistake allowing herself to fall so quickly for Sebastian, in fact she felt that she had only felt that way for him because she was in the marriage as way to connect her family with the Lord family, thus saving hers from complete financial ruin. But when she kissed Christian for the first time, when their eyes locked for the first time, she realized that her tragedy of the short relationship with Sebastian was perhaps meant to be so that she could be with Christian.

Every road, Evie believed, was meant to come to him. She could feel it in her soul.

"Do you think we've done the right thing?" He asked in a whisper. 

"Why do you say it like that? I feel like we're doing what comes to our hearts. How can we be wrong if that is what we're following?" Evie said.

"I don't regret anything but I don't want you to either. You have more at stake than I have. You have all this, I don't have much. Most people won't understand." Christian said of their relationship that was rooted in the tragedy of Sebastian's murder. 

But before Evie could answer, her bedroom door flung open by Jacob. She screamed and rolled over and covered herself. Christian leaped from the bed, nude, and grabbed his trousers that were next to him on the floor. He quickly dressed and asked what the meaning of it all was.

"Well Constable, you see there seems to be a problem here with our dear sweet Widow." Jacob said snidely.

"Jacob!” Evie shouted covering herself, 

“What is this?!?” Christian exclaimed also covering himself. 

“Get out!" Evie shouted.

"Out? Well that's actually what's about to happen to you dear Evangeline. You're about to get out." Jacob replied.

"What?" Evie asked, as Jacob seemed to be speaking in code.

Just as Christian and Evie were hoping to hear his reply a man in a dark suite and dark rimmed glasses stepped in. His strong haw and broad shoulders cast a long shadow from the door on to the bed. He then introduced himself in a deep voice that felt like a timpani drum rolling it's beat into the air.

"Mrs. Lord, hello. I’m Doctor Andrew Kim of Windcliff Sanitarium. Mr. Lord and his mother have informed me of the things you've been seeing and we want to take you in to make sure you're all well. So please, put this on," the doctor said throwing a day dress on to the bed. "and let us get moving." 

"Sanitarium? What the devil are you talking about? Evie isn't insane!" Christian said, now fully dressed albeit wrinkled and unkept. 

"Stay out of it." Jacob said as he turned around to walk out so that Evie could dress.

Christian reached over and pulled Jacob's shoulder back so that he could face him again and Jacob came in with a left hand punch to Christian's face knocking him to the floor. Evie screamed and leaped from her bed in a sheer white nightgown with a the back sexily cut out. Her long dark hair swooped over her shoulder and covered the cut out as she helped lift Christian up from the floor.

"I said stay out of it.” Jacob snarled at Christian who was running his cut lip. “Evangeline, get dressed." Jacob added coldly.

"What is this about? You can't do this!!" Evie asked as Jacob began to lose his patience. 

"I won't wait another second now come with us!" Jacob then reached down and grabbed Evie by the arm and yanked her over. She screamed and slapped Jacob across the face, he then swatted at her and slapped her back. She scared and grabbed the side of her face as it stung in pain. Her fury built up and Evie turned back and slapped Jacob once again across his face this time the diamond of her wedding ring slashed his cheek that although superficial drew blood.

 Jacob’s fury began to match Evie’a and he grabbed her hair and twisted it around his fist and began to drag her out of the room. Christian pounced and pulled back Jacob. They began to push back and forth as Dr. Kim watched from the hallway into the room in disbelief and shock.

"Leave me alone! Rebecca!! REBECCA!!!" Evie screamed hoping for a female ally. 

Jacob released Evie's hair and she fell on all fours.

Jacob then pulled Christian off of him, turned him around and punched him in the face hard enough to knock him out.


In the down stairs foyer of Tirymôr with its vaulted ceilings and walls covered in glistening gold and portraits of faces long dead Lord family members, a shadowy blur of a person slowly crept in.  Their boots began to leave prints of mud and water. 

The person who entered knew where they were going. They had been there before. This was their home. They had seen the walls covered in new state of the art electric light bulbs that buzzed like wasps in their hive. The person was familiar with all the portraits that hung on the walls, he knew their names. 

It was Sebastian, he had returned to Tirymôr for his wife Evie.

He walked through making almost no noise, as his clothes dripped small tear-like drops onto the marble floors of the foyer, then the main hall then with its spearhead shaped windows that cast crucifix like shadows down on the floor when the lightening flashed from the storm.

He was angry. He wanted revenge. He wanted his wife. But what he found was Gaspar still hiding in the shadows of the hallways in Sebastian's old clothes waiting for Evie to come down there stairs so that he could fool her once again but this time in front of everyone to help proof Jacob's point.

Gaspar heard the single pair of foot steps and confused expected it to be Jacob cancelling the plan and as Gaspar stepped out of the shadows to speak to Jacob he was shocked to see the dead man standing inches from his face.

"Remember me?" Sebastian said in a cold voice. 

Gaspar froze in place. 

Then, as a flash of lightening lit Sebastian’s cold pale face he revealed to Gaspar what the spell Eliza had cast on had created: long teeth sharp like daggers. Sebastian felt his body temperature drop and he felt a hunger so ravaging he could not contain himself . Gaspar’s eyes widened and he tried to speak but only a weak murmur came out of his throat.

“This is what I have become. This… is where all this madness has taken me.” Sebastian said to Gaspar who began to shake in his shoes once he began to recognize the man in the shadows with the animal like teeth. 

"No. No. Please — no!” Gaspar said as he began to back away but the dark shadowy area he was in obscured the fact he was trapped. There was no way out, no other exit.

Gaspar panicked and reached for a one of two small glass lanterns that flanked each end of a large oak bureau with feet like a lion’s feet. Gaspar scrambled to find the almost empty box of matches he had in his jacket pocket that he used to light his favorite cigarettes. 

Gaspar holds a lantern to see Sebastian 


One match failed. Then another. Then another. Sebastian stepped forward slowly, his eyes seemingly yellow and cold. Then a match lit and the light in the lantern illuminated a glowing orange light on half of Sebastian’s cold face. 

 Sebastian, now in half silhouette, smiled evilly at his grandmothers supposed soothsayer Gaspar. Then with a flash of lightening Gaspar felt his life ticking away as Sebastian got even closer, so close now he could see the faded blue of Sebastian’s eyes. 

"How are you here? How are you alive?" Gaspar asked, suddenly  slipping on the wet floor as he stepped backwards away from Sebastian. 

The lantern burst into shards and the room room was once again dark only illuminating with the storm. 

"Don't you know? Aren't you so keen on knowing what the dead want and wish?" Sebastian said teasing Gaspar over his supposed psychic ability. "Aren't you me? By the clothes I'd say that's what you want people to believe. So tell me, Psychic....what am I doing here?" 

"You’re dead! DEAD!” Gaspar screamed as Sebastian picked him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Yes…I am, and I'm thirsty!" Sebastian said as his mouth went down on Gaspar's throat piercings the skin and drawing and gushing the red crimson liquid he so desired. 

Gaspar released a scream so inhuman that everyone upstairs who heard believed a wolf had entered the grounds outside Tirymôr. 

Letting Gaspar bleed to death on the marble floor of the great hall of the Tirymôr  House, Sebastian looked down at his grandmother’s fake psychic companion and wipes his mouth. 

“Now you’re dead.” He said coldly then quickly made his way up to his bride's bedroom.

Sebastian the vampire 

*

Coming back down the front steps, Christian was bruised and limping. He passed the shadowy area and saw a small river of blood seeping out from corner area. He slowly walked into the shadows to see what it was, licking his own bloody lip in the process, and saw a terrible sight. 

A blood soaked body with a gaping would in the neck of Gaspar Dubois gasping for air.

Christian slipped and fell backwards into the spilled blood. His eyes were large, unblinking. He quickly made his way to his feet, getting his balance in the thick blood. He slowly made his way to Gaspar who was chocking on his blood, pale and fading from consciousness. 

“Who did this?” Constable Christian Evans asked. 

Gaspar opened his mouth to whisper the name of the person who attacked him but only hissed the word “monster” then passed out. 

Christian’s stomach was tied in knots. He was horrified, scared for his own life as Gaspar’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

Christian turned away from the dying man and ran down the main hall of Tirymôr House making bloody footprints on the marble floors on the way out. 

Whomever….or Whatever… did that to Gaspar, what ever it could have been, Christian wanted nothing to do with it or how it was connected to the Lord family. 

****

On Goode Island, Eliza and Mary sat together on the floor of their cabin holding hands with a circle of salt in between their legs and three drops of blood that began to boil right there on the ground. They swayed back as Eliza spoke in a strange language. Their hair whipped around, back and forth back and forth and soon both screamed to the high heavens like banshees in the night.

Then they fell backwards in a sort of ecstasy. 

Eliza got up and looked down at her daughter who's blonde hair was covering her face.

"How do you feel?" Eliza asked.

Mary got up, her face fresh, her skin dewey and perfect. 

"Powerful." Mary said.

Eliza had initiated Mary into her coven. Now they were witches--together. 

*

Christian arrived at Celeste and Filipe's house. Beaten. Bloody. And terrified.

Celeste gasped at the site of their friend and let him in. She told him Filipe was asleep and before she could even think or say another word, Filipe appeared in the doorway of the front room. He locked eyes with Christian who's eyes were as big as saucers and said "You've seen it too." 

All Christian could do was nod yes. 


****
Windcliff Sanitarium paddy wagon 



Rushing down the back stairs with the medical team from Windcliff, one of the large male nurses held Evie's hands that were tired behind her back. She flailed and whipped herself trying to break free but it was no use. Dr. Kim, the attending psychiatrist, was close by and watched her struggled in the binds. She was screaming for help when finally another giant man dressed in all white who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs picked her up and put her over his shoulders. 

Evie screamed again and the doctor, tired of her fighting, removed a syringe from his medical back and and injected Evie with a sedative that put her world into a slow-motion blur. 

"That'll keep her calm all the way back to Windcliff." Dr. Kim said satisfied with his work.

In the fogginess of her state, Evie could see Rebecca holding hands with Charlotte in the doorway that was leading out to the automobile that would take Evie and the Windcliff staff to an awaiting ferry that would then float them over across the Frenchmen Bay to the mainland where another car would drive them off to the sanitarium. 

Evie would be kept indefinitely due to for her strange visions of her dead husband and her adulterous behavior.

Evie called out to Rebecca who in Evie's view from the atop the man's shoulder was upside down and begged in slurred speech "please help me."

Rebecca did not move a muscle but winched at the sight of poor Evie. She squeezed Charlotte's hand who held inside the spirit of Sabrina Lord, both girl and spirit aching to do something for Evie, but helpless.

Sabrina wanted to rise out of Charlotte and take Evie away and save her but she knew she couldn't, little Charlotte could not withstand such a reversal of possession and could die. All they could do, Charlotte and Sabrina was watch poor Evie get taken away due to Jacob's murderous plots and twists of truths. 

"Sign ......here............mad....a...me. Release...paaaaperrs...." Dr. Kim's voice said in slow motion to Evie's drowsy ear.

"Ta...ke ....her.......aw..waaaay." Rebecca's voice said also in slow motion voice Evie's medicated ear. 

Rebecca was heartsick. But what she saw in the bedroom of Christian and Evie's private time together, making love, was the straw that broke the camel's back. It was too much for even Rebecca to handle. She couldn't believe Evie would move on so quickly from Sebastian. To Rebecca, it was a betrayal, a clear sign that perhaps Jacob was right and Evie really was losing her mind. 

Evie, crying and unable to speak now turned her head and saw Jacob standing and smiling. His full plan almost complete, she being one of the very last hurtles he had to cross before his ultimate and total take over of the Lord family. 

As they carried Evie out to the awaiting automobile after the papers were signed the storm that had rained down over Welshport began to pass. The dark sky once filled with black clouds of rain now showed some signs of clearing and blackness of night. It was cold, however. Ice cold. Evie was now falling unconscious in the fog of her own breath in the cold air. 

"Make sure she doesn't get out." Jacob said to the smirking Dr. Kim.

"I have great plans for her indeed. I'll keep you posted." Dr. Kim replied.

*

As Rebecca, Charlotte, and Jacob stood together on the steps of the front of Tirymôr House from the window of his old bedroom Sebastian watched. Back to life and seeing his wife being taken away to an insane asylum on mainland Maine. 

Sebastian’s anger boiled over. He screamed in a voice that had never come out of his throat before. It was inhuman. It echoed of pain and fury like the storm that had just passed over the island. 

As Sebastian’s blue eyes slowly turned to gray, a sign that the everlasting life spell was complete Charlotte looked up from the front steps almost as if she could hear her cousin’s scream. 

Back in his room, the undead Sebastian punched a hole in the wall of his former bedroom and he vowed he would not let another day pass with his uncle Jacob getting away with his many deadly deceptions.

Sebastian promised himself hat getting revenge meant there would be blood shed. 

Possibly His own family's blood. 



Monday, January 10, 2022

B1/Ch12: BREAKING EVIE

Eliza’s Cabin on Goode Island

In the small cabin that belonged to Eliza Goode on the island the locals named after her, floating just off the coast of the larger Welshport Island, Sebastian's resurrected body lay unconscious but alive in Eliza's bed. He was weak and his heart was beating at a strange but slow pace, but he was indeed alive, just as Sabrina's ghost had hoped. 

Sebastian lay on his back, his shirt ripped off, his skin sweaty and his chest lifting up and down up and down in a slow rhythm like a ticking clock waiting and waiting for all his other senses to snap together and make him one human again. But human, in its full form Sebastian would never be again. 

Mary stood in the open door watching as he lay there naked under the white sheets with a painful expression splattered across his sleeping face. She held her hands in a tight fist with worry, a terrible worry. She could see the scar of her bullet in his pale chest she could see his strange lifeless yet lifelike face. Her mother, Eliza stepped into the room with more of the rabbit's blood and walked over to Sebastian tilted his head up and poured the blood into the man's mouth allowing it all to drain down his throat and sooth his aching body.

"He'll need more than rabbit's blood to revive him to his full strength." Eliza noted staring down at the sleeping man.

"Rabbit's blood??? Why are you giving him rabbit's blood? What did we do to him?" Mary asked in a quite toned voice as Filipe, still trapped in the cage in the cage in the other room tried to see what was happening through the bars and over Mary's shoulder.

Filipe could see into the room, although it was dimly lit. But his friend was there, alive... strangely alive.

"We brought him back that's what you asked me to do. I did the spell of ever lasting life and he's here. We did what we had to do but he cannot survive on just this alone. Its not enough." Eliza  explained. 

"What can we do? I don't want him to die, not again. I cannot let him die. Charlotte told me I had to help him and that you were the only one who could, are we helping him? He looks to be in pain? Is this helping him???" Mary said, her mind slowly starting to crack over the pressure and the trauma of what she had done, both shooting and killing Sebastian then digging his body out of his grave and seeing him alive again. It was all becoming to much.

Seeing her daughter start to crack, Eliza quickly rushed over and slapped her in the face. The stunning jolt to her face brought her back to a calmer mood. She turned and apologized and quickly took a seat in a chair near Sebastian's bed rubbing the sting out of her cheek.

"You have to take control of yourself Mary, and realize that Charlotte is not the person who told you to bring Sebastian's case to me so that we could bring him back. Think again about what you saw that night when Charlotte came to you." Eliza said.

"There was a face, I remember a face." Mary remembered, as Filipe again tried to see into the room from his cage.

"The face, do you remember whos it was? You've been through a lot in the last few days, but do you remember?" Eliza asked.

"Sabrina." Mary recalled again.

"That's right. I've helped her too. I've helped her come back and live inside of little Charlotte. Mary.... Sabrina was my sister. Your Aunt. We never told anyone because when she married the Lord family regarded our family to be ....well.... not of their kind. Below. Sabrina loved David so much and I couldn't stand to come between their love. I never told anyone of our connection." Eliza explained. 

"Then... Sebastian..." Mary said, connecting the dots.

"Is your cousin." Eliza said stunning Mary out of her chair. She looked over Sebastian's sleeping body again, her heart sinking into the depths of her body with grief over what she had done to him. She knew him all her life, friends, acquittances, and when she became involved secretly with his Paternal uncle and gave birth to Charlotte, she had no idea that Charlotte would be connected to the Lords maternally though Sabrina and Paternally through Jacob. 

They were all family and she had been lead to believe so many things about them by Jacob that weren't true. Jacob, Mary began to realize, was the real villain. Not the other's. Jacob. And Jacob alone.

"Come, we have to make sure we get what Sebastian needs for him to be fully revived." Eliza said to Mary who followed her mother into the adjoining room with a confused face. 

"What's going on? What have you done to Sebastian?" Filipe said, gripping the small bars of the little cage built in the house by Eliza who was inside her kitchen searching for something.

"Filipe I'm sorry. I don't know what to say." Mary said to him as she truly was unsure what was happening next. 

"If you let me out, if you both let me out I can help you and help Sebastian more. Ms Goode, please Sebastian needs a doctor!!" Filipe exclaimed. 

"We're going to take care of him, I promise. That's what I brought him here. My mother will do all she can to take care of him without a doctor." Mary said trying to soften the blow to Filipe.

But Eliza turned any comfort from Mary's words inside out when she appeared in the room from the kitchen with a large shape knife in her hand. 

Her eyes were glazed over her mind on what she had to do. She looked directly into Filipe's deep brown eyes and he felt a cold chill go up his spine. 

"Eliza.... please..." Filipe said to the knife wielding woman.

"Mother..." Mary said, fearing the words as Eliza slowly stepped closer and closer to the man held captive in the cage.

"Put out your arm Filipe." Eliza demanded as he pushed himself to the back of the cage.

"NO! NO! What are you going to do????" He screamed. 

"Mother please don't hurt him!" Mary screamed. 

Eliza turned to Mary "this is to help Sebastian's live," then turned back to Filipe "if you want your friend to survive Filipe, you will hand me your arm." 

Filipe stood in the cage, only feet from Eliza who was not inches from the bars. He slowly walked up to her, unsure of what she was planning on doing, then even before his arm was fully extended, Eliza grabbed hold of it and pulled it through the metals bars of the cage and sliced Filipe's wrist as blood began to pour out like a stream of Mountain water flowing into the form of a river. Eliza caught the blood in a tin cup, filled to the brim then handed it off to Mary who's hands were shaking in shock as she saw her own face reflecting back to her in the red liquid inside the cup.

Eliza tied off Filipe's wound as he screamed in pain and fell to the floor rolling around as the blood soaked up the bandage Eliza tied on it as a tourniquet.

"I'll check on it in an hour, don't worry, you'll heal well." Eliza said to the groaning Filipe. 

She then turned and grabbed the tin cup from Mary who was still in shock of what she witnessed her mother do but followed her back into the room where Sebastian was. Eliza then carefully lifted Sebastian's head tilting it upwards so that his jaw would drop. When his airway was clear she poured the human blood into his mouth watching it go down his throat drop by drop. The blood spilled out onto his check and down his neck and pooled in a small little indention in his chest. Mary felt sick. Her body felt weak and before she knew it she fainted on the floor of the bedroom.

While Mary came-to, Sebastian's whole body suddenly began to react to the human blood provided by his best friend's wrist. His color changed from pale to slightly peach toned. His heart beat felt stronger and then, within minutes of having the blood in his body, his big blue eyes popped open as Mary got up from her fainting spell. Filipe, groaning from his fresh wound on his wrist stood up and looked into the bedroom as all three watched what seemed like a miracle of Sebastian fully waking up.

Then, he spoke...."Where am I?" 

****

Evie & Celeste speak secretly on the veranda


In the morning, a harsh wind blew over the two islands in the Frenchman Bay. A wind that signaled a coming storm both in the air and down on the ground on Welshport Island itself. 

At Tirymôr House, Celeste was busy in Evie's room preparing to help dress her for the day, as was part of her job as her lady-in-waiting. Celeste was exhausted. She hadn't slept. She had been all over the village the night before looking for Filipe who had not returned from Goode island after almost two days. 

Her heart was filled with worry, and it showed all over her face. 

Evie walked in her dressing gown and almost instantly saw the look on her new friend's face.

"Celeste." Evie said, trying to open  up conversation. "I know that there is all this protocol for what your duties are but you really don't have to put out my dress for the day. We're friends." Evie said sitting on a love seat near the a brightly lit window shining with morning light. She patted the empty seat next to her and Celeste smiled and sat next to her. "Are you alright? I can see your distracted." Evie added.

"It's Filipe." Celeste began. "I haven't seen him in almost two days. A day in a half. He....I don't know how to even tell you this, but he went to Goode Island in search of Mary." 

"What? Does Christian know?" Evie replied in shock.

"No." Celeste replied her voice filled with anxiety.

"Celeste, Mary could be dangerous. We have to tell Christian! She could have hurt him." Evie said.

"I knew something bad would happen if I let him go but he was so sure that Eliza was hiding Mary on the island that he wanted to find her himself. I should have convinced him not to go. I should have told him to stay home and not go there."  Celeste said with tears in her eyes.

"Oh Celeste, we have to tell  him right away." Evie got up and rushed over to her dress and faster than Celeste could blink an eye Evie was already dressed and quickly rushing over to her armoire to search for shoes and a coat.

"I thought about telling Christian last night but it was so late and I was so tired and everything just felt like it was out of my hands. If I could have I would have gone to Goode Island myself to find him. And now, now I fear the worst Evie, what if Mary has done to Filipe what she did to Sebastian. I don't know how I could ever live with myself knowing I let him go look for her." 

Evie rushed back to her new best friend and grabbed her hands. 

"Don't think that way. I know its scary to think of the worst and we've already seen what she's capable of but Christian will find Filipe. I promise. I'm going to try and stay positive for you. Whatever you need I'll be there for you." Evie said reassuringly.

Celeste smiled, she could feel the sincerity coming from her new friend. She saw that she was indeed there to help her and that they would be connected for life now, a true friendship in a town that Celeste never really felt welcome in. But Evie, Evie was true. And this made Celeste feel guilty. She had lied to her, she had lied to her for the sake of keeping the Lord family secret. The secret of who really killed Sabrina Lord--at least the truth that everyone thought was true.

"I have to tell you something else." Celeste said quietly. 

"What is it?" Evie asked as Celeste got up and walked over to the large painting she knew lead to Rebecca's room. Celeste put her ear to the wall near the painting, confusing Evie. "What are you listening for?" Evie asked.

"Shhh." Celeste replied. "The walls have ears. Come." Celeste added in a hushed voice as she grabbed Evie by the hand and lead her to the veranda just beyond the large white French doors of the bedroom.

In the cold of the morning, on the veranda of Evie's bedroom that looked over the frosted over yard just below, Celeste pulled Evie over to the far corner of the veranda that was as far away as possible from the window of Rebecca's room. She grabbed Evie's hands and pulled her down so that they were crouched down near the stone banister and in a hushed tone of voice confessed.

"I lied to you about Sabrina. She didn't die of influenza. She was murdered." Celeste said to Evie's gasp. 

"Catherine's story was true?" Evie asked of the woman on the ship that first told her of the scandal. 

"For the most part yes. From what we know Jacob saw Sebastian's father David. Jacob said David was in a jealous drunken range and strangled Sabrina right on the beach. He was so distraught when he became sober that he vanished. There were rumors that he jumped to his death off of the Welshport Lighthouse, even sightings of his body floating in the sea, but ultimately a body was never found near the island. Jacob later told the family he was found near Bangor...we were told it was David but no one was able to see him. Jacob took control over everything. Even Rebecca was left in the dark." Celeste explained.

Evie inhaled a giant gulp of fresh sea are. She mulled over what Celeste had just told her; a wild story of jealousy, murder and the missing body of David Lord, her presumed dead father-in-law. It all seemed so far-fetched and strange. So much tragedy shrouded in secrets. Evie had been blinded by her wedding and everything she had to do to make sure her family stayed in good standing due to her marriage. She had to shove aside much of her own logic and common sense---but that was about to end. 

Evie knew now, something was going on with Jacob. He was the constant common denominator with much of the misfortunes that surrounded the family. He was the one that was most involved, and with a powerful mother like Rebecca in the house who controlled everything it was strange to Evie that she would have no say in David's funeral. 

"Don't you think something is off Celeste? I can tell you do, you wouldn't have told me the truth about everything if you didn't feel like something was off in this family. We all see it, don't we... we just haven't been able to make sense of it... why...why does it keep happening?" 

"I don't begin to question the things in this house. Not out loud anyway. They've given me a job here since I was a teenage and... Evie, I told you the truth because I needed to be honest with you. We have become best friends and that's why I told you, not for you to go poking around." 

Evie grabbed Celeste's hands there were ice cold from the open chill air, she held them and looked into her best friend's eyes and asked "Do you believe Jacob?" 

Celeste lifted an eye brow and shook her head no. "I don't to be honest. There are a lot of stories that I have heard around the village that say David is alive. And I know Jacob to be... dark. There is a dark side to him. What it all boils down to is, David is truly better off dead because I fear Jacob may be behind it all. He scares me Evie, he truly scares me." 

"I don't know what to say!" Evie replied.

"We should go back in, they'll be waiting for us downstairs for breakfast, please, please don't tell anyone I told you. I just needed to come clean. All the lying over the years has me torn in bits. The family makes us all say the influenza story to strangers but everyone in the village knows some form of the truth." Celeste said as the two got up from their crouched position. 

"Thank you for telling me." Evie said, still feeling the awful sting of the truth.

"Evie, please don't tell anyone." Celeste asked again, hoping she didn't lose Evie's confidence. 

Evie took a breath and smiled sweetly. "Let's go to breakfast then call Christian." 

Celeste smiled back but she could already feel she may have lost her new friend's trust by using the lie the Lord family forced on her...for now. 

Later that evening, Evie tried to avoid the rest of the family. She didn't know how to interact with them anymore now knowing the full truth -- at least what Jacob wanted everyone to think was the truth of Sabrina's death. She had trouble, Evie did, with pretending. She hated the fact that she now had some idea of the family secret but to keep Celeste safe from Rebecca's wrath she would remain quiet about it. But she needed time to breathe. Time to process and still time to mourn. 

Unfortunately for Evie Gaspar had other plans. 

The cloaked mystery man

As Evie walked to her room to settle in for the night, the con-artist, Gaspar DuBois, who Rebecca believed to be a spiritual guru with powers that connected to the dead followed Evie in a black cloak; the same cloak that belonged to Sebastian. 

Soon Evie began to hear footsteps behind her. She quickly turned and saw Gaspar, dressed as Sebastian with the cloak's hood over his face obscuring her view.

Then like a flash the shadowy figure Evie saw vanished behind a pillar in the foyer. 

"Who's there?" Evie said, her voice echoing in the chamber, as she quickly grabbed a candelabra from a side table to light her view.

Evie, brave as she could be went over to the pillar and saw that there was no one there. Gaspar cleverly escaped view by pushing open a hidden door that Evie was not aware of. 

She stepped back...her blood pumping. She knew what she saw. A man. In black. The cloak, very clearly Sebastian's because of the golden tassels that hung from the edges of the hood. 

She stepped backwards and turned to go back the way she was going, towards her room and there again in the distance of the hallway was Gaspar still in Sebastian's cloak.

"Sebastian! Sebastian, is that you??" Evie called out to the shadowy figure in the cloak she knew. She knew it could not be him. He was dead. Gone forever. Then Evie's eyes narrowed and she whispered to her self  "Jacob."

The man, Gaspar, quickly turned and darted down a side hallway and secretly into another secret passage that lead into the walls of the estate. Evie rushed over and entered the hall and saw nothing, just three doors that lead to a library, and two smaller cloak rooms. She opened the first door to one cloak room, and it was filled with extra chairs for the garden that Rebecca would put out in the spring. She closed the door and opened the second cloak room and there too were just random coats and outerwear the family used to go on walk-abouts. But no person. No cloaked man.

"I saw him, I know I did." Evie whispered to herself. "Is that Jacob? or....?"

She then, turned allowing the glow of the candelabra in her hands to light her way and slowly went to the third door, the side study that Jacob often used as a smoking room. She took a deep breath, if the mysterious man was anywhere, Jacob for that matter she thought, he would be here. He had to be. 

She touched the door nob, turned it and entered with her heart beating in her throat.

Jacob was there in a fog of cigarette smoke.

"Evie. Good evening." He said sounding surprised, but knowing this is where Gaspar would have lured her.

"Jacob, I'm sorry I thought that you were someone else just now. I saw something." She said thinking she would have caught Jacob still in the cloak, but the cloak was no where to be found. There would have not been time for him to remove it and hide it once she entered.

"Someone else? What do you mean?" He said feigning ignorance. 

"Well you were in the hall and I called out to you. I thought..." She began before he interrupted.

"Called out? I've been in here for a few hours now I wasn't in the hall. Who did you see Evie?" She said pushing her to say Sebastian's name.

"I...I don't know. It was you, it had to have been you." She said.

"No, I'm afraid it wasn't me. You must have seen someone else. But I cant imagine who. I'm the only one home. Rebecca and Charlotte are out in the village and Gaspar with them. Celeste I think went home on your direction." Jacob said lying. 

"No. That can't be. I saw a man, you. It had to have been you because if it wasn't then..." she paused to think "he was wearing Sebastian's cloak. I thought...." She began to say in a very confused tone.

"You thought it was Sebastian. Oh dear. Well, that is a strange sight to see knowing that he is dead. Are you feeling alright? You look pale." Jacob said, slowly getting up from the black leather sofa near a roaring fire.

"I don't know what I saw." She said, small drops of sweat now covering the corners of her forehead.

"You saw Sebastian. That's what you said Evie. That's what you just told me. Here, drink this. It will relax you." Jacob said handing Evie a glass of clear liquid that had already been poured and was waiting just for her. 

Evie looked at Jacob, his face eagerly awaiting her to take the glass of liquid and drink from it. She wasn't sure what to do but then she remembered Celeste and how they all, the whole family, had forced her to lie for then. The secrecy and strangeness of the whole family caused her to take a second look at the glass of liquid with its bubbles floating to the top and popping at the glass's edge... and she put it down.

"I'm fine, really. I think I just need some rest. Good evening Jacob." Evie replied as she quickly lifted the font hem of her long dress enough to give herself a quick exit from the room.

Now alone in the room, Jacob darted his eyes, he felt like Evie saw right through him. The water he had also had a power powder that would have made Evie hallucinate in her sleep, then Gaspar appeared from a secret passage hidden in the room.

"She didn't drink." Gaspar said, knowing her hallucinations were important for their plot to work.

"That's alright. Did you do what I asked you to do while she was in here?" Jacob asked sitting back down and lighting another cigarette.

"Yes." Gaspar replied as he also lit a cigarette.

The two spoke nothing more and let Evie's screams from her bedroom fill the tall ceilings of Tirymôr House.

Upon entering her room, Evie found Sebastian's cloak with golden tassels laying on her bed. She screamed in horror and fell to her knees. She did see a man in the cloak downstairs. She did she him twice. She did see what she thought she saw but the fact that she had just been speaking with Jacob meant it could not have been him and she believed Gaspar was out of the house.

Evie began to cry. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. Why was she seeing Sebastian? Why was all this happening to her? She couldn't bare to stand up and touch the cloak, a cloak that to her felt like a ghost was sitting there right in front of her. She saw it as an omen, Sebastian was telling her something. Sebastian was reaching out to her. Or was she losing her mind? 

All the thoughts and terrors of her mind splitting into insanity was a job well done by Jacob and Gaspar. Their plan was working. Evie was now feeling the fragility of her sanity slowly slipping away. 

Her screaming and crying was getting louder and louder. She could barley contain herself. Then her bedroom door swung open, it was Rebecca and Charlotte. They had just come home from their visit in the village dress shop. 

Rebecca quickly rushed over to her and helped Evie up from the ground. 

"What is it child? What is it?" Rebecca sked, panicking. 

Evie could not speak. This was now the second and more vivid moment she thought she saw Sebastian. The first time, it was only an article of clothing, but now she saw him twice haunting the halls and now the actual cloak she believed she saw was on her bed perfectly laid out.

Evie pointed to her bed and Rebecca looked over and saw the cloak too. She recognized it but only pulled Evie in close and held her tight allowing her bury her crying face in her shoulder. 

"Sebastian." Charlotte whispered.

"Nonsense. That's enough of this." Rebecca said. But in her heart Rebecca knew that the spirit world was powerful and she could see just how disturbed and upset Evie was.

But worst of it all was that Jacob told Rebecca before she left that Evie had been asking for a few articles of Sebastian's clothing. Strangle was the request but Rebecca allowed Evie to have the cloak and other items, not realizing Jacob was going to use them to begin to terrorize Evie's mind.

His deception was now doing double duty of keeping Rebecca on a small leash and keeping Evie in the fog of fresh insanity. 

Rebecca held Evie close and tried to sooth her, but she could see that the stresses of Sabbatians murder were slowly eating away at her young mind. 

The cloaked man following Evie

****

On a large half oval patio-like portico on the back of the Tirymôr House facing East where enormous windows were screened off and looked out onto the dark lawn that was now covered in the darkness of the night, Jacob smoked another cigarette and watched as the darkest storm clouds he had ever seen were slowly building off in the distance over the sea. 

The red burning end of the cigarette reflected a red glow on his face as three candelabras burned, two in corners and one in the center of the patio. Jacob could feel the cool breeze of the coming storm touch his face and blow through all the potted ferns. He felt like his plan was working, and working perfectly. 

Rebecca, exhausted from trying to calm Evie down stepped out for some fresh air and saw her youngest and last son standing at one of the screens watched the clouds. She cleared her throat and he turned around. 

“How is she?” He asked.

“Asleep. Jacob I’ve never seen anyone like that before. She was so sure she saw Sebastian. So sure!” Rebecca recalled. 

“That’s unsettling.” Jacob only replied. 

“You don’t think the séance…” Rebecca began before Jacob jumped in.

“Mother please. The séance wasn’t really what we saw was nothing more than… well I don’t know what we saw.” Jacob said.

“That’s what you’d like to think.” Rebecca replied the window blowing the white ruffles of the upper part of her dress. “But I know what I saw. I wanted Sebastian to come back and perhaps he did. Perhaps that’s what Evie saw.” 

“No mother. That’s not at all what she saw. What Evie is going through is a mental breakdown. A woman who is suffering from a traumatic and serious mental issue. She saw her husband die. Right there on their wedding day. In her arms. I’m afraid if we won’t step in, she may suffer even more. More of these supposed visions of Sebastian. Or worse.” Jacob said.

“Worse? What do you mean worse?” Rebecca asked as the thunder rolled in the far off distance. 

“Today its Sebastian tomorrow is who knows? Jesus… or the Devil.” Jacob said in a cold voice. 

“Stop it! Don’t you dare ever bring Satan into this. He is what I fear most of all. I refuse to allow any negative spirits in.” Rebecca said shocked Jacob would being the Devil into the subject.

“Well how can we be so sure Evie hasn’t already brought him or it or whatever you want to call it into Tirymôr. After all since she’s arrived only horrible things have occurred. We’re lucky she believed Celeste’s lie about Sabrina, otherwise she’d probably be losing her mind much faster.” Jacob said.

“Do you really think she’s losing her mind?” Rebecca wondered. 

“I believe so mother. Yes. And unfortunately I think it’s time we nip this in the bud. We saw what happened with David.” 

“What?” Rebecca said playing dumb.

“Oh mother come now, we all know the isolation here caused David to lose his mind. He started drinking. He became obsessed with the drink, so much so he began to neglect his wife, his son. It’s all a process and we are now watching Evie go through the same thing, are we to ignore her too?” Jacob explained.

“No.” Rebecca whispered as she turned away from Jacob and looked out onto your grass and the coming storm.

“If we do It will get worse.” He said.

“I could hypnotize her! Yes!! Hypnotize her! I tried and it almost worked but Gaspar can show me more and I can have all of these horrible things in her mind erased! I can!” Rebecca said hoping for acceptance. 

“No mother the time for that is gone. It’s time we had her committed. Taken from here for her own safety to the mainland and placed in the sanitarium. It’s really the only choice.” Jacob suggested.

“Windcliff!? I couldn’t! What would everyone in Welshport say? And You know how your father suffered there!” Rebecca revealed. 

“Yes. But it’s our only choice.” Jacob replied sinisterly.

Rebecca turned back to her son. His hair was blowing in the soft breeze of the storm and his cigarette smoke surrounded him making him look as if he were in the storm clouds himself, floating there waiting for her to answer. He looked at his mother. So frail in body frame. Small. Her neck so perfectly pale and thin sticking out of the neck of her black dress. He thought how easy it would be to grab it and snap it like a twig. How simple and quick it would be to just end his own mother’s life.

“Jacob?” She said snapping him out of his fantasy. 

“What?” He replied confused. 

“I said I’d think about it. Tomorrow. I’ll tell you if we should call Windcliff to come and, I can’t even believe I’m staying it but, take Evie to their sanitarium. The same one your father died in.” Rebecca said feeling the irony of the whole moment. 

With her words usually set in stone as the matriarch of the family, she turned and left Jacob in the screen room to await the storm but he was my alone. His co-conspirator Gaspar had been watching in the shadows the whole time. 

“You never told me your father Albert went insane. Interesting change of events.” Gaspar said stepping into the glow of the candelabras.

Jacob took another gulp of cigarette smoke and lifted his eyebrow.

“Well it’s not something one brings up in casual conversation, the insanity of one’s father.” 

“So tell me, why is it that you want this so bad. I’ve gone along with all of this so far and to be quite fair, I still cannot believe a son would do these things to his own family. The truth is I don’t care. The money you’ve promised me to help quenches my thirst but I’m only human, curiosity does come.” Gaspar replied. 

“Curiosity killed the cat Gaspar.” Jacob growled with a thinly veiled t threat. 

“I just want to go know…what’s it all for?” Gaspar asked.

Jacob turned to his partner in crime and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t proud of the reason he was doing what he was doing but what he was about to say was the truth, no matter how simple and pathetic it sounded even to his own ears. 

“Revenge Gaspar. Revenge. My father went insane and left most of our family fortune to my brother David and David’s children. Anything extra I got would be in the occurrence of some kind of family tragedy. I’ve done most of the work with the publishing firm over the years. David never did anything, but he was father’s favorite. The chosen prince. You see I can’t  let that happen anymore. Even in his declining mental state my father chose my brother. He asked David, my younger brother, to head our company after he died. He was More handsome. He was More intelligent. More everything according to my father. But I am more ruthless. I am more astute. I always win.” Jacob explained. 

Gaspar nodded. He now knew the full ugly and jealous story and in truth he really didn’t care all that much just wanted his cut. 

“Don’t you worry. You’ll get your payment. Once Evie is out of the picture we can then take care of my mother and once she’s gone… it’s all mine.” Jacob replied to Gaspar’s snide grin.

The two had a good chuckle together knowing their plot was working and all the while, hiding deep in the dark corners of the oval screen room listening closely was little Charlotte, her face quickly shape-shifted to Sabrina’s —angry, hurt, frustrated and ghostly—then back to little Charlotte  who now could see her father Jacob was a monster. 

“I’ll help you.” Charlotte whispered to the spirit living inside of her. “Whatever you need aunt Sabrina, I’ll do. I’ll help you.” 

Now there was another alliance ready to take on the evils of Jacob and Gaspar. 


 





Monday, January 3, 2022

B1/Ch11: BLOODY MIND GAMES

Sebastian’s empty grave


On a blustery morning, the air seemed to freeze everything it touched. The wind off the sea sliced through the trees like a sharp knife cutting through the toughest stone and rolled over the emerald green hills of Saint Thomas’ Cemetery like waves to wet sand. 

Staring into Sebastian’s open grave a cemetery caretaker was himself frozen in shock. He could not move and just looked into the black gaping hole of the empty plot and open casket. He gripped the shovel in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned as white as the caps of the Atlantic sea crashing on the shore near by.

“Say nothing. Just fill it in.” A voice said as it approached from behind.

The cemetery caretaker turned to see the Parish Priest holding tightly to his Bible and tucking it into his coat.

“But someone…” the caretaker tried to explain.

“Say nothing and fill it in just as I told you. Whomever did this is a demented heathen and the Lord family will not take kindly that their kin was taken from his grave before his body could even turn cold.” The priest said. 

“But sir, how can we do this and say nothing?” The caretaker asked, the wind still blowing over him almost freezing him down to his bones. 

“Close this grave and speak nothing of it to no one. As far as you know Sebastian Lord still lays here, I want no dealings with the monster that took his body. This parish has enough ghosts in his past to add one more.” 

The caretaker, shivered in his boots but nodded in agreement. He sniffled from air and wiped his nose on his sleeve turned to the grave and began filling the hole covering up the empty coffin. 

****

Christian & Evie meet in the park 


In the center of the village, the people of Welshport went about their day while the newest resident of town left the secluded sanctuary of Tirymôr House for some much needed fresh air and exercise. Evie walked along the small sidewalks still dressed in her mourners dress and cloak and a veiled hat that obscured her face slightly from the glances of the curious villagers seeing the new tragic widow of the Lord family. 

She had yet to see much of Welshport village aside from what she saw when she first docked on her arrival only a 5 weeks prior to her wedding. 

The village was as busy as a small island town could be on a remote island in the middle of a bay that had several channels around it to the mainland. A lot of times those channels were busier with ships than the streets were with automobiles; constantly filled with the traffic of trawler after trawler and ocean liners that came in and out of the Atlantic's chopping waters.  

Evie made her way alone to a small lush park still green with summer grass despite the late fall of the air. Evie smiled as she sat on a bench and watched a woman in a white dress and parasol walk a small dog along the tiny stone path. The woman smiled back at Evie but soon, a second woman in a green dress came to the park and noticed the widow in black. The green dressed woman's eyes bulged and she whispered to the dog walker just who was in there. 

"Its the English girl, the one who married Sebastian Lord, who died."

The realization made the woman with the dog quickly change from friendly smile to shock. Evie noticed and felt horrible and quickly adjusted her vail to cover her face even more.

"Don't let that get to you." a voice said to Evie's right. 

It was Christian, fresh off his return from Goode Island in search of Mary who had yet to be found. 

"Constable Evans! How are you?" Evie asked, eagerly hoping to hear that Mary had been apprehended but just as happy to see a friendly face.

"Please call me Christian. And I'm Fine thank you. I saw you walking passed the police station just now and called out to you, I wanted to give you an update on Mary Goode. I guess you didn't hear me." Christian said.

"I'm a bit distracted, yes. I'm Sorry. So Mary--have you found her?" Evie asked, scooting over on the bench so that Christian could sit just as the two staring women passed them and glanced over with their noses up.

"Well there is good news and bad news. The good news is I'm sure she is going to show up. There hasn't been a ship that left the port to the mainland in the last week so Mary is for sure still on Welshport. Where on the island, is the question." Christian said. 

"But you said that you were going to that smaller island where her mother lived to look for her. She wasn't there?" Evie asked

Christian thought for a second, he knew he had gone to Goode Island, he knew he had spoken with Mary's mother Eliza but something felt odd, he couldn't remember what they had talked about or what explanation Eliza had for Mary's absence. His face was deep in thought, he pushed his mind to go back to that memory of what Eliza had said, but the bewitching dust Eliza blew into Christian's face kept him from that. He was blocked, he was under a small spell that kept him where Eliza wanted him: away from Goode Island. 

"Well She said....she, uhh..." Christian said struggling to say what had happened.

"She was obviously not there." Evie deduced. "Listen, I know you're trying and like you said she couldn't have gone far." She added.

"We'll find her. I promise. I wont let her get away with what she did." Christian said. 

He looked deep into Evie's brown eyes. She smiled at him and felt how kind he was and how much he was truly trying to help her. After all, Sebastian was his friend too, they had known each other for years and Sebastian's death rocked him to his core. Seeing him dead on the floor, bleeding the way he was, cold and ashen was as traumatic for Christian as it was for Evie, together they shared in this tragedy in a way that they could have never imagined. 

"You've truly been so kind. I know that there are a lot of things that you could be doing and being here for me and the family is something I will never forget." Evie said.

"Of course! It is my job after all." Christian said smirking.

"But you could have easily sent someone to Tirymôr and let us know that Mary wasn't found yet but you chose to find me and tell me personally. That shows very well on you." Evie said.

Christian blushed. He was enamored with her and at the same time he restrained himself from reaching for her hand and squeezing it like he really wanted to. He had to constantly remind himself that this was a woman who had just lost the man she was married to for a brief moment in time, and not to mention the man she married died in her arms and in front of Christian's face. His own friend. His own friend's widow. 

"I just want to make sure my friend's murderer is brought to justice. For you, for his family and most of all for Sebastian himself." Christian said. 

"Thank you Christian." Evie said as she reached over and did what Christian was only thinking of, she grabbed his hand and squeezed.

There was a sudden rush of energy that came over the pair when Christian put his hand on Evie's. His blue eyes put her at ease. She felt safe she felt happy she felt secure with him.

 They looked each other in the eyes and it was like an electrical surge running from the top's of their heads and shooting down their arms and wrapping around their wrists, it was exhilarating and romantic there in the cool breezy park under the Beech trees that slowly dropped their yellow oval shaped leaves down on them like golden flower petals sprinkling down in geometric patterns all around them.

They sat there for only a few seconds hand in hand and suddenly realized how long they were interlinked and Evie quickly pulled her hand back feeling a bit embarrassed. 

"I should get back to the house." Evie said.

"Of course, of course, can I get you a ride?" Christian asked.

"No, thank you. The driver is just up the way waiting for me. I asked him to park his auto a few blocks away in town so that I could have a look at the shops on my own. Celeste had the day off too so…its fine thank you Christian." Evie said, still feeling embarrassed about the hand holding.

She got up from the park bench and dusted off the front of her dress. He smiled and stood up she extended her hand and he kissed it kindly. She quickly, then, made her way back to the awaiting driver  blushing all the way there but at the same time feeling confused about what she was feeling. Confused and guilty. She had butterflies in her stomach, but it felt like a betrayal to Sebastian. 

How could she feel like this? Suddenly she felt ashamed of herself for letting her mind go to a romantic place with Christian so soon after becoming a widow. But she was only human and she was only a woman who wish and wanted to be loved and who found herself vulnerable and desperately lonely. 


Later that evening back at home Evie walked into the main entrance and removed her hat with the black veil and carried it under her arm. She passed the main foyer with the two large portraits of Albert and Rebecca Lord, one on each side staring down at the entering guests, both framed in golden luxurious frames that symbolized their stature as the proverbial king and queen of the house of Tirymôr. 

Evie kept her eyes forward and made her way into the side drawing room that was smaller than the main drawing room, this one used more for the members of the family instead of entertaining large groups. It was brightly lit and filled with books and black and white photo, and of course more portraits of Lord family members hanging from the walls. 

Evie sat down and Georgina quickly entered with a silver tray of tea and plopped it down on the table in front of her then graciously took Evie's hat and coat and left the young widow alone to read and sip her tea.

As Evie relaxed alone, a book case in the far edge of the room behind her, slid silently open. Without a single word, Gaspar peeked out of the secretive passage way from behind the books and watched Evie sip her tea and read. He was there to begin the process of having Evie believe she was going insane, it was his job, it was his task and Jacob would not allow him to falter, now when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

Gaspar slowly walked into the room. With him he had a black bow tie stained with Sebastian's blood. It was the same tie that Sebastian was wearing the day of his wedding and the day he died, right in Evie's arms. 

Gaspar slowly walked closer to Evie's back, she none the wiser she was no longer alone. He ties the bow tie around a crystal lamp that was on the bureau behind Evie and let it hang there as if it were a person's body on display tied with a noose around its neck.

Then, Gaspar pulled out a small tin flask from inside his jacket pocket, quiet as a mouse, and began to pour pig's blood onto the table dribbling it on to the floor and making a small tail of it around a chair and near the far book case where a photo of Sebastian was displayed in black and white of him on horseback on a beach France. 

Then Gaspar returned to the book shelf and closed it in front slightly ajar so that he could continue his plot to drive Evie insane. 

Using a trick he learned while preparing to be a great con-artist, Gaspar threw his voice in a way that made it seem as if it were coming from an unknown source, in reality it was coming from the slightly opened secret passage behind the bookcase.

"Eeeeeeeevie....................... Evie can you hear me???" He said through a muffled tone covering his mouth with a handkerchief to disguise it.

Evie turned to her left. Then turned to her right.

Gaspar repeated himself. 

Evie stood up. She closed her book and stared forward trying to find where the voice was coming from. Then Gaspar spoke her name agian.

"Who's there? Who's there???" Evie asked again still searching for the voice from an unknown source. 

"Evie....find me, Evie. I need you to find me -- quickly! Evie, find me!" Gaspar said, then he pulled a string that he had rigged near the crystal lamp behind her that tugged on the lamp pulling it down to the floor in a giant crash., shattering it into a million pieces in the long string of pig's blood. The string, pulled all the way into the bookcase, away from Evie's view.

Evie jumped in her skin. She went behind the sofa she was sitting on to find the shattered lamp and then, her eyes bulged. She looked down into the shards of glass that were now stained with blood and saw the bloody bow tie that her late husband wore on the day of their wedding day and the day he died. 

She reached down, pulled it up from the ground and to be sure, then screamed when she saw the blood smeared on her fingers. Pig's blood she believed to be Sebastian's.

She fell to the floor as Gaspar, slowly closed the bookcase giggling to himself as Georgina barged into the study after hearing Evie's scream.

"What is is Miss? What's happened?" Georgina said knelling down with the collapsed Evie who was on her knees.

"Who did this? Who put this here?" Evie said with a tear stained face.

"I don't know what you mean miss, this wasn't here when I came in earlier with the tea." Georgina said.

Then like clockwork, perfectly timed, Sebastian's photo of him on horseback on the beach, fell and shattered as well.

"Oh miss, this...I don't know what this is, I do not know." Georgina said as she stood up and begin to walk backwards toward the exit.

"If this is a joke, if someone here is trying to tease or torment me I will make sure Mrs. Lord knows and she will be sure to have them removed from employment here. Georgina why would someone do this?" Evie said.

"Miss no one that I know of has done this that I can tell. I promise you on my heart and on my children's souls. I don't know what this is. But I can't be a part of this." Georgina said honestly.

The maid had seen enough. She was sure it wasn't a trick. Her fear, her paranoia played in perfectly with the scheme to drive Evie insane, and it was just beginning. Evie was shaking. She stared down at the photo that had fallen and broken and picked it up out of the glass and shattered bits of frame. She looked at Sebastian in the photo, smiling, happy, handsome and alive and she began to cry.

She dropped the photo back onto the floor and rushed out of the room devastated about the seemingly cruel trick someone was playing on her.

Then, from behind the bookcase, Gaspar returned with an exact copy of the broken lamp and broken picture frame and like a flash, as if he was made of the quickest human matter in the universe, cleaned up the mess he had made and replaced everything broken so that when Evie explained herself, nothing would be out of place. Nothing. 

Thirty minutes later, after a hysterical and tear filled explanation to Rebecca, she and Evie returned to the study where everything had occurred. 

When they entered, the room was exactly as it was the last time Rebecca saw it. No broken glass. Bo bloody bowtie, no distant voice from no where.

Evie's head darted back and forth in the room. She was shocked. She was sweating and panting and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"The photo was on the floor. Mrs. Lord I swear! This lamp was broken. I was gone for 20 minutes, someone must of come and cleaned it while I went to see you." Evie said,.

"Georgina?" Rebecca said to her maid who was cowering in the doorway still traumatized about what she had endured when Gaspar hypnotized her. 

"Ma'am?" Georgina asked, pretending she had no idea what was going on. 

"Did you clean this room?" Rebecca asked.

"She had to have cleaned it, Georgina you saw what I saw. tell her." Evie said.

"I don't know what the young Mrs. Lord is referring to, I did not clean anything in here but the small rings from the tea cup on the saucer that sits on that table ma'am. When I came in the room was the way it was as I left it when I brought tea." Georgina said nervously. 

"But what about the second time you came in Georgina, when you heard me scream." Evie asked.

"I....I .... don't ...." Georgina replied, wanting nothing to do with the entire situation.

"Georgina!! TELL HER!" Evie demanded. 

With Evie's voice raised, and her eyes frustrated and angry, Georgina began to cry unable to speak. Rebecca took a deep breath and went over and grabbed Georgina by the shoulders and squeezed them to comfort her. 

"That's enough, there there. Go on, Georgina, go on let's get lunch ready in pink dining room. Go on." Rebecca said as the emotionally distraught Georgina quickly rushed off. 

"You believe me don't you?" Evie asked now that she was alone with Rebecca.

"My darling I don't know what you saw and I don't know what you didn't see but what I can tell you is that we are open in this house to images and messages from the other side. Did you hear anything when you saw these images in your mind?" Rebecca asked.

"It wasn't in my mind, Mrs. Lord. It was real. There was real blood here, look at my hands!" Evie said showing her her stained finger tips.

"Manifestations." Rebecca replied.

"What? Mrs. Lord you cannot believe that I ... that I did this myself to myself." Evie said in disbelief.

"My child when we lose someone close to us, when we suffer a great trauma our minds begin to play tricks on us showing us things and telling us things we want to hear see and believe. You need to rest. Go up to your bed now and have a good sleep. Ill wake you for lunch. You should have enough time between now and then to get your mind clear of this." Rebeca said.

"I do not need a nap Mrs. Lord. What I need is to find out why someone would try and..." Evie began to say before Rebecca stomped her foot down on the hard wood floors of the small drawing room instantly silenceing Evie in mid-sentence.

"Go to your room and rest....now." Rebecca said in a soft  but very stern voice. 

Evie did not utter another word. She looked around the room again as if trying to find one more clue to what she had seen. She was certain, almost to the very detail that she saw what she saw and heard what she heard even though she did not tell Rebecca of the voice she heard, that would have only made Rebecca more sure it was all a mind game. 

As Evie left the room, Rebecca stayed and walked over to Sebastian's photo in its new frame, a frame Rebecca did not recognize as new. She looked at Sebastian on the horse on the beach and tilted her head at it. 

"What game is this?" She asked the photo, believing that perhaps her séance had worked after all. 

The bloody lampshade 

****

Later that evening as Celeste settled in for the night by pouring herself a small cup of tea. She sat by the fire and watched as it burned hot in the hearth in her small cottage that she shared with her long time partner Filipe. The walls were like a cabin, wood paneled and withered with age. The flames of the fire flickered and flashed on the wooden panels like lightening in a storm, smoldering and ripping through the black logs with all the heat of the sun. 

All Celeste could do was sit and wait, she had not heard from Filipe since he took off into the night to find Mary Goode himself.

Celeste didn't have a good feeling about anything that had happened in the last fews days for obvious reasons. A friend’s murder at his own wedding, a wedding she was maid of honor at. It was all a dreadful nightmare, and now Filipe was missing. 

Her heart told her to keep faith, that things had been worse before and they got through it. She thought about one such time, the accident Filipe had in Jacob's automobile all those years ago that left his hand mangled and broken. Jacob’s drunk behavior cost her love his hand and his job. Filipe had suffered so much pain then and worried he'd never find work in Welshport again. Who would hire a man with a mangled right hand? 

She remember how he worried about having a way to help and provide for Celeste. They were not married but had been together for so long, since they were teenagers, that it almost felt like they were married. The whole town saw them as a married couple, despite not being so, even their families treated them as married. 

Naturally, her worry was deep, profound and it shook her. It didn't help matters that Celeste had no idea what Filipe would encounter once he made land on Goode Island. Everyone knew Eliza and Mary were not to be trusted. Their mysterious lives always shrouded in such secrecy that it was clear danger lurked on that tiny island anywhere you looked.

As Celeste got up from the floor with her tea she walked over and sat on a comfortable soft chair hoping her body would sink deep into its crevices caressing her tired bones and muscles allowing her to forget all the horror and sadness and worry that was in her heart even for a brief moment, but as she did so, a frantic knocking came to her door. 

The sound startled her in her chair and she knocked over the cup of tea spilling it into the shape of a large warped letter B. She looked at the her mother’s wooden Grandfather clock standing directly across from her. It was eleven thirty at night. A shutter ran up Celeste's spine.

“Who’s there?!” Celeste asked as she put her ear to the door. 

“Jacob Lord.” A voice from behind the door. 

Celeste gasped, she has never any of the Lord family members over to yet own home. She fixed her dress and fluffed her hair and slowly opened the door allowing a cold wind blow into the house. 

“Mr. Lord, what can I do for you?” She asked.

“I wanted to check on you. I know that the wedding was a bit of a shock for us all. How are you?” Jacob asked strangely.

Celeste paused unsure how to answer and unsure of what he wanted to hear but she was sure his appearance at her home wasn’t a coincidence. celeste kept herself firmly between the door and Jacob as she could tell her was peeking in, possibly searching for any notes of Mary. 

“Losing a friend in the way that I did was traumatic, as you can imagine, but my concern is now more for Evie and to make sure she is taken care of.” Celeste said.

“And Filipe. How is he?” Jacob wondered of his old page, fishing for some sort of clue into Filipe’s life post the car accident Jacob caused years ago causing Filipe’s hand to become mangled. 

Celeste then realized this visit was connected to Filipe and Jacob talking at the wedding, this was Jacob’s guilty conscience finally peeking through the veneer of his cold and calculating heart.

“He’s strong. He’s always been strong. Everything he’s been through in life he’s been able to pick himself up and become a better person. Nothing has ever stopped him.” Celeste said holding herself tightly from the cold wine blowing in.

“I see.” Jacob replied. “When he and I spoke at the wedding, before the tragedy of course, he mentioned he needed work.”

“He works with Christian. Christian has deputized Filipe and he often helps him, in fact he’s helping him find Mary Goode as I speak.”

Jacob’s eyes widened at this new revelation. 

“Well, good then. Good. Celeste if he should ever want or need something more than being Christian’s second hand,” Jacob said not catching his pun on second hand, “please let me know. My offer will always stand for Filipe. Always.” 

Celeste smiled nervously and said thank you then closed her door. Her discomfort with Jacob and Filipe working together made her skin crawl and outside, in the cold Welshport windswept night Jacob now knew he needed to watch out for his old page Filipe now more than ever.

****

Filipe, Mary, Eliza and Sebastian’s unconscious body


It had been grueling and terrible and exhausting but she did it. She did what she needed to do to get Sebastian back to her mother as she asked, even if it had taken all day. 

As the sun began to rise over the smaller island, Mary pulled the small wheelbarrow she had with her and his covered body onto dry land and began pushing it through the thick woods that made up the lush canopy that hid Eliza's home on Goode Island's. She pushed and pushed through thick grass and mud, her heart racing her blood pumping trying to get Sebastian home after the whole day of hiding in rocky grottos on the sea and beaches along the way to Goode Island. Her mind was set on making she did what her mother wanted and bring him back no matter what.

As Mary pushed, she saw her mother's home off in the gloomy distance. The chimney once again spewing the thick grey smoke of the fire place. Then as the wheelbarrow bumped over several large Beech three roots Sebastian's sleeping hand fell out from under the large tarp like cloth she had over him on her wheelbarrow. Mary looked down in horror as she saw the small glimmer of light from the day hit Sebastian's hand and begin to burn his flesh.

She screamed and fell backwards onto the ground as a perfectly carved circle of burnt flesh was created above Sebastian's left thumb. Mary jumped to her feet and pulled the tarp over his hand and ran all the way back to her mother's house. 

She couldn't understand what had happened. He hadn't been dead all that long to be decomposing. In fact, he was breathing now. He was alive now. Her mother, somehow, made it so. He was alive. She knew it. She saw him breath. Unconscious, yes, but alive. 

When she arrived at her mother's house at the back entrance, sweating, panicked and full of the most powerful feelings of dread and anxiety she had ever felt in her whole life she quickly pushed the door open and pulled the wheelbarrow in backwards. 

She removed the tarp just as Eliza burst into the back mud-room. Eliza's eyes became large with shock.

"You did it." Eliza whispered. "You actually did it." 

"We have to help him. Look!" Mary said lifting up Sebastian's hand to show her the burn.

"That will correct itself as soon as he eats." Eliza said.

"It burnt in the sun mother. Right in front of my eyes. His hand burnt in the ..." as Mary was about to finish her sentence her mother moved to the side and reflected a small metal cage with Filipe laying in it. "Mother????" Mary added, more terror spilled across her face.

Eliza turned back and saw Filipe's horror stricken face at seeing his friend Sebastian's seemingly dead body laying in a wheelbarrow. He shook the cage with his hands and screamed like a trapped animal. He began to cry, horror too now spilling across his face. 

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" He screamed at the two Goode women.

Eliza turned back to the confused Mary and only said "We have company."