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writing_shadowsEliza stepped out into her garden, the soft moonlight sliding over the night.
Quickly and efficiently she picked various flowers, putting them neatly into her basket. When she finished her selection, she took them back to the house and her housekeeper tied them together for her.
Eliza gave the ghoul a quick hug before picking up her handbag. “I’ll see you soon” she promised.
“Take care, and be safe Miss Eliza” replied the ghoul, her hand brushing a lock of hair back behind the vampire’s ears.
Eliza smiled as she slipped round the front of the house and down the path to the road. Quietly she walked down to the train station before getting her ticket into Glasgow.
Upon arrival at Glasgow Central, Eliza headed for her base in the city. When she got there, she carefully locked her handbag away and took the flowers from the small bag they had been put in. Then, she headed out into the night.
It was a beautiful night, clear and not too cold for the time of year. The humans had been complaining about the brief spell of hot weather that they had recently but Eliza didn’t care. Under one of her favourite disciplines, she carefully negotiated her way through the cemetery to a particular grave.
Eliza knelt and removed the old, dead flowers before replacing them with new ones and some fresh water. Then she gently traced the letters of the names of the deceased, her finger travelling slowly and deliberately over each letter.
As always, she paused at one point.
Robert Fisher 25 June 1957 – 28 April 2004
Jane Fisher 30 Oct 1959 – 28 April 2004
Beloved parents of Eliza Fisher, who erected this stone in their memory
Slowly, very slowly, Eliza traced the letters of her own name. Bending over the name of each of her parents, Eliza kissed the stone above each name.
“I love you both so very much. Rest in peace. I’ll be back to see you very soon.” Rising to her feet, Eliza cupped her hands over the top of the headstone.
“I know this isn’t what you ever thought my life would be like. It’s not what I had in mind for me either. But at least this way I can still take care of you.”
Eliza’s dark eyes swept the details of the stone again, noting the space at the bottom. Her own details would never now be recorded. Mentally she added a comment to the stone.
Eliza Fisher – departed this life January 2009. And there were some details that could not be added… Sired by Alastair Scott, Childe of Malcolm Fraser.
She knelt to scoop up the dead flowers before looking out over the cemetery. The locals and the tourists had a tendency to use it for unorthodox activities involving sex and drugs, occasionally having parties too. Tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight, the dead lay quiet in their graves. Eliza smiled to herself at the thought before giving her parents’ headstone one final pat.
Quietly and reverently she made her way through the cemetery. The dead flowers were put in a bin and Eliza brushed her hands off neatly.
Back in the city proper, Eliza slipped out of Obfuscate. She was simply a woman out for a late-night walk.
Quickly and efficiently she picked various flowers, putting them neatly into her basket. When she finished her selection, she took them back to the house and her housekeeper tied them together for her.
Eliza gave the ghoul a quick hug before picking up her handbag. “I’ll see you soon” she promised.
“Take care, and be safe Miss Eliza” replied the ghoul, her hand brushing a lock of hair back behind the vampire’s ears.
Eliza smiled as she slipped round the front of the house and down the path to the road. Quietly she walked down to the train station before getting her ticket into Glasgow.
Upon arrival at Glasgow Central, Eliza headed for her base in the city. When she got there, she carefully locked her handbag away and took the flowers from the small bag they had been put in. Then, she headed out into the night.
It was a beautiful night, clear and not too cold for the time of year. The humans had been complaining about the brief spell of hot weather that they had recently but Eliza didn’t care. Under one of her favourite disciplines, she carefully negotiated her way through the cemetery to a particular grave.
Eliza knelt and removed the old, dead flowers before replacing them with new ones and some fresh water. Then she gently traced the letters of the names of the deceased, her finger travelling slowly and deliberately over each letter.
As always, she paused at one point.
Robert Fisher 25 June 1957 – 28 April 2004
Jane Fisher 30 Oct 1959 – 28 April 2004
Beloved parents of Eliza Fisher, who erected this stone in their memory
Slowly, very slowly, Eliza traced the letters of her own name. Bending over the name of each of her parents, Eliza kissed the stone above each name.
“I love you both so very much. Rest in peace. I’ll be back to see you very soon.” Rising to her feet, Eliza cupped her hands over the top of the headstone.
“I know this isn’t what you ever thought my life would be like. It’s not what I had in mind for me either. But at least this way I can still take care of you.”
Eliza’s dark eyes swept the details of the stone again, noting the space at the bottom. Her own details would never now be recorded. Mentally she added a comment to the stone.
Eliza Fisher – departed this life January 2009. And there were some details that could not be added… Sired by Alastair Scott, Childe of Malcolm Fraser.
She knelt to scoop up the dead flowers before looking out over the cemetery. The locals and the tourists had a tendency to use it for unorthodox activities involving sex and drugs, occasionally having parties too. Tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight, the dead lay quiet in their graves. Eliza smiled to herself at the thought before giving her parents’ headstone one final pat.
Quietly and reverently she made her way through the cemetery. The dead flowers were put in a bin and Eliza brushed her hands off neatly.
Back in the city proper, Eliza slipped out of Obfuscate. She was simply a woman out for a late-night walk.
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