I'd just like to confirm that this is Bridgeport you're playing? Sometimes I wonder if my brain's at where it should be. If yes, I hate Bridgeport. I see too much of the city that I don't really like playing it in the game. Actually, I don't like having to wait at the elevator (in the game). Of course, I'm waiting for Jupiter! I'm sure I'm not the only one.
PS. While I'm reluctant with endings, I look forward to those *Remember this moments.
Yes. Bridgeport indeed! I hate Bridgeport as well! Laggy, full, and crash-a-polooza, ah, but what I do for my stories!
The elevators are the WORST. Ugh. As you can see, I've avoided ALL elevators at ALL costs. Ah, my Jupiter, he's a cutie, no?
I so can't wait. I'm compiling my "memory" moments as we speak. I'll be crying as I write it, I'm sure.
Hmmmm, scary possibly cultist guy? Yep. Prime choice for prom date!
Must say, I love that Bear's still part of the action. He lends a certain connectedness to the whole story and I rather appreciate it.
Hehehehehehe. (rubs hands together maliciously), scary cultist guy indeed.
Bear always has a special place in my heart.
Several sets of eyes on Eveline, I think there's plenty of people out to get her, and I think Jupiter is either very shy around Eveline or he's planning to help either those after her, or her to get out of trouble.
This is fun to read so thanks for making it
Someone is good at reading my mind, but I won't tell you which part is right or wrong.
Thank you my dear friend for reading! I always enjoy my Reapers, unfortunately I've been preoccupied with many other things as of late, and these past several months have lead to me neglecting my stories. It always warms my heart to see that someone, somewhere is out there still reading it.
So, little announcement:
The Family Tree now contains major spoilers. Please look at that with caution. You have been warned.Also, apologies for the update. I'm not really happy with it, I've contemplated this update for a long time and have spent days piling up the right pictures for it... I just spent 5 hours writing it too, but I'm just not happy with how it turned out. I'm going to go ahead and post it anyways. Maybe one day I'll come back and rewrite everything, but I'm a little burned out to be re-writing the WHOLE thing right now, and I've been dying to update so I'm content to leave it where things are. I hope things are vague enough, but they might not be, and it might have gotten a bit rushed at the end, so forgive me for that. Please enjoy, my dear readers.
Divided
~10:00 PM~
-The Outskirts of Bridgeport-
Rain would be beautiful if it weren't so cold this time of year. Nothing like being cold, wet, and very late for an important meeting. Great. Just great. Liam may just blow his top yet, but I could care less what he thinks of me; it's Jack that I really worry about. The last thing I want to do is disappoint him. I've never had a family I could call my own before, at least, not by name, but Jack is as close to a dad as I've got. I'll do anything to thank him for taking me in after everything, but I think I'll start by not getting mud on the carpet.
Our hideout is clever. I live here year-round with Jack and Liam while everyone else pops in from time to time to check in on us. Jack even made me my own room away from the others. For years it was just Jack and I, with Liam stopping in from college every now and then, but everything started to change after I moved to high school. Jack and Liam started whispering more. Hushed undertones that I only caught parts of. They were talking about her. I'm not sure why, but she's caused quite a ruckus. More so than I think she even realizes. There are whispers of how powerful she is, and rumors of people out to harm her. It goes over my head most of the time. All I know is that when I started to go to high school is when everything changed, and when everyone started calling on me for favors for the first time ever. Our shack was upgraded in very inconspicuous ways, and soon we had an entire base hiding just beneath our fingertips.
The shack itself is nothing to write home about. It's a one-bedroom fisherman's hut, with a dingy bathroom and no fancy gadgets around to attract unwanted attention.
The important thing is in the cellar.
To most, it's just an empty room with good storage opportunities. To us? It's the entrance to our real home.
Jack and I spent so much time building this place up, it's almost depressing to think about how easily things get walked on and over by the nutters that stop by. After the whispering when I first started high school, is when we really buckled down on getting this place in shape. It's almost a fond memory of mine to look back on - bonding with Jack. He was always so level-headed and calm, unlike Liam. According to Jack, Liam is his nephew, but I've poked far too many holes in that story for it to be true. Jack and Liam are related, I can sense that, but I get the feeling it's far more complicated than I care to delve into, so I've never asked for clarifications.
Jack was already hard at work, pondering the latest plan of action. We've kept eyes on her ever since she returned from... someplace. I don't know everything. In fact, tonight is supposed to be the night I figure out exactly what my job is. Apparently it's important, because even Liam has been suspiciously nice to me. Ever since Jack took me in Liam has yet to have something nice to say about me. I don't blame him. I'll never be the same after that day in the rain. I'll never get to truly be normal, but at least I can fake it, and I'd say I fake it plenty well. I've longed for the normal life for long enough that I can practically taste how nice it must be.
Pleasantly, I guess I'm not the only one who's late. Ha. I guess Liam was truly right about something: you can't count on the nutters for anything.
The more I thought about it though, the truly little I knew about the two guys who I've been around for all of my memorable life. Jack was older. He has a sister, somewhere out there, but he's only mentioned her once when I asked who he was talking to on the phone. Jack has never lied to me, sometimes he can be brutally honest, but I've grown to really appreciate that over the years. So when he tells me he's talking to his sister, I believe him. He's a magic user as well - though he has never stated what he studied specifically in, and he never uses his magic so as to not offend Liam.
Liam, on the other hand is a fly-off-the-handle kind of guy. He's temperamental and defensive. For a long time I thought he was just a terrible person, but after those nutters arrived I soon found out it's because he's not a magic user at all. He could have fooled me though. He's incredible with alchemy and very skilled in all forms of regular combat, but he lacks the one that seems to hold all the honor in this circle. I would know, the nutters rub it in my face too, but I've become numb to people mistreating me over the years.
We apparently got a new picture for our picture wall. Liam and one of the nutters has been out keeping a close eye on her. It's kind of creepy to think that I've known more of her than she could ever really guess. Sometimes when she looks at me though, I swear she sees right through me. Kind of ironic though, since she can't see at all technically.
She has a nice smile. I've always enjoyed her smile, but tonight, it just about stopped my heart. She makes me feel... warm. It's such a strange and wonderful feeling to be warm, even when out in the cold of night. I've gotten quite good with my banter, so I don't think she noticed how I nearly fell over myself so many times during our conversations. I've been hiding behind Elspeth for so long now that I'm not even sure how to switch gears. Who am I kidding though? She could never see me in different light.
Liam smirked, suddenly, I've been spotted and I wasn't even prepared. "What took you so long? Did my assassins fail again?"
I begrudgingly smiled and nodded my head. "I guess so." I said quietly before putting my eyes to the floor in shame. "I'm sorry I'm late, Jack. Work ran over... and I've got something I should probably..."
Jack held up his finger to pause me before pulling the finger to his lips, to symbolize being quiet. No sooner than he did that did I hear it.
Liam groaned loudly, "the nutters are here!" He put his hand on his head and rubbed his forehead. Even Jack's face, which was usually level and calm, held traces of annoyance. The sound of a lot of humming began as the teleporter room came to life.
Jack quietly cleaned the whiteboard and collected himself while Liam sucked in his cheek with annoyance.
The humming quieted and was replaced with echoing laughter, but after a second even the laughter ceased and the only sound being heard was footsteps. One by one, three of the nutters made their appearance. The teleporter room hummed up again and the last nutter came walking in behind the original three.
The she-witch nutter, also known as Nia to them, likes to pretend she's in charge of everything. No one really listens to her though. Deliro and Kefka were an interesting bunch - I often don't mind them, as they tend to spout some pretty hilariously delusional things back and forth to each other. Sheo stops in every now and then, but he's oddly quiet. Out of all the nutters, I thought he might actually be sane, but the truth is he simply is worse than all the rest of them mentally, he's just smart enough to keep quiet about it. Tonight though, everyone is calm. It's eerie. They all filed in and took their seats without a single word uttered. I feel as though I entered another universe. I exchanged glances with Jack and Liam, both seemed equally shocked, they both quietly fixated their view on the wall of pictures.
It was then that I heard a strange sound - I tend to hear things before the rest of the group, but this time I knew even the nutters could hear it too: footsteps. One person was entering through the front, and each of the nutters trembled with every step, all except for Sheo, who sat calmly as he traced odd lines on the tabletop with his finger. I turned and suddenly felt a chill run deep through me.
He looks exactly like a clown. What in watcher's name is this joker doing here?
"Majnun." Jack tipped his head downwards in respect but met the clown's eyes evenly. "It's good to see you."
Majnun snorted, then burst into crazy laughter that echoed throughout the room. No one else joined in, not even the nutters who would have died for a chance to laugh like lunatics at nothing.
"Merry Christmas everyone!" The clown was just downright giddy now. It's completely official. I think I can safely say that I've been roped into a madhouse. Maybe we're not even helping poor Eveline? Given what I'm surrounded by we may just be stalking a beautiful, blind, highschool girl - and I may be enabling this! Dear watcher, have mercy on my soul. I can just feel my self-respect writhing inside of my head as I keep quiet. I looked up again and realize that Majnun was sitting down now, with his eyes staring at me intently. I feel ill, and another hard chill ran down my back. "So you're the boy Jack praises to high heavens." It was a statement. A statement made with such cold, calculated sanity that I could feel my heart as it plummeted through the floor. Do I respond to a statement like that? I swallowed and tried to find words but none were coming. "Speak." He commanded with the cold calculation behind his words.
My mouth went dry. "M-my name is-"
Majnun cut me off with a loud, high-pitched laugh - a laugh as if I had said one of the funniest things he had ever heard. His laughter continued until it abruptly ended and his voice dropped two octaves. "How is his fighting skills? Surely you've trained him." The question was directed at Jack now, and Majnun moved his gaze. Relief flooded through me as though he had been choking me and had suddenly found something else interesting to do. What the heck have I signed up for? Mercy, watcher, please.
Jack nodded, seemingly unaffected by this crazed man's gaze. "He's trained in everything I know."
Majnun's fingers drummed on the tabletop, and all of the nutters jolted. Majnun hummed something and his head rolled around as if he were stretching his neck before he snapped back and stared at me. I tensed and suddenly there was no space between Majnun and I anymore. His face was an inch away from mine as he stared into my soul. It was then I realized just how insanely powerful he was - there was so much magic brewing behind his eyes. He was a god. How could I have been so stupid? I was too terrified to look away now, so I steeled myself. I took a breath in and kept his gaze now willingly, and to my surprise his eyes... softened? He turned away. "Yes. He'll do just fine." His once deep voice was light and airy now. It was like riding a rollercoaster and I desperately wanted off. Majnun swiftly turned back to me and gripped my shoulder tightly in his hand. I jumped and did my best to hide the great fear that likely washed over my face. "Do you know who that girl is?!" He pointed his finger at the girl on the wall.
"Yes sir." I murmured.
"What's her name, boy?" His voice was cruel and deep again.
"Eveline." I paused, sucking in a breath. "Sir." I felt like a fish out of water.
"Eveline...?" He tightened his grip on my shoulder, and I could feel my vision going dark.
"Reaper, I believe. Sir."
"Where is she from?" He barked.
"Uh... here? Sir?"
His face grew harsher, but his tone suddenly got much, much lighter, "what's her favorite color?!"
I looked at Jack, unsure of what to say at this point. "Pink?" I asked quietly.
"Very good." He praised me with a great amount of admiration in his voice. He released my shoulder and patted my head before turning and walking to the wall of pictures of Eveline, and I struggled to remain standing. "Listen well, boy. I'm not going to repeat myself." The crazed voice was now level, like a normal human's voice should sound like. "My granddaughter is going to prom tomorrow, so you're going too. Do not let her leave your sight. Vampires are hunting my precious granddaughter and I will not let them get to her! They want her alive, so I don't think you'll need to worry about poison, but test everything before she'll have a chance to eat." His voice jumped up an octave, "we plan on baking ALL day before hand." He grinned wildly before shaking his head and his eyes cleared up. His voice also returned to normal. It's like he's possessed. "Trust no one." He said firmly before slumping back into his chair. He looked drained and delirious as he started to giggle again.
I looked from the wall, back to Majnun for a minute before it finally clicked. Eveline is the granddaughter of a god. By the watcher! No wonder she's so important! "That's... your granddaughter?" I found myself saying out loud.
Majnun chuckled, "don't you see the family resemblance?!" He laughed at his own joke and a few of the nutters chuckled quietly along with him in a nervous way.
"Not at all." I said matter-of-factly. I wasn't going to let this man... er... god? Er... King of the nutters? Whatever he was. I wasn't going to let him scare me any longer. I've really got nothing in my life worth living for, so that makes me a heck of a lot more brazen. "She's completely sane."
Everyone looked at me in horror, but I simply smirked. To an extent, I actually enjoyed playing with fire. Majnun grinned. "I like this boy." He nodded, "tell him everything Jack. That is all for tonight everyone. Congratulations on your new babies!" Majnun stood up quietly and adjusted himself. "Next time we're playing monopoly while we do these stupid things!" He continued talking until we were long out of earshot.
"You got some guts there, boy." Liam smirked.
Jack shook his head, "I've never seen him actually take a liking to anyone like that before. Alright then, let's get started, we've got a lot to fill you in before you'll be ready to go tomorrow, so buckle up."
~10:00 P.M.~
Downtown Bridgeport, the Slums
I'm late for my meeting, of course. All I want is to make a good impression, and what do I do? Muck it up. Soon I'll be initiated and become a part of the crew. I'll be part of a family for once, and Eveline is the key to all of this.
It's a shame, she's actually a pretty girl; but I can't get too attached, she's simply a pawn in the grand scheme of things - a very powerful pawn, but a pawn nonetheless.
The hideout is dank, but it's just a temporary thing, as are most human structures. We will ascend beyond that.
I've created my cover grounds nicely, Eveline expects to see me a prom tomorrow, what a perfect time for me to put our grand plan in motion. It won't be a new moon for a few days now, but even still, we've kept powerful people as prisoners before, I'm sure we can do it again.
I can hear Wogan and William going at it again. Wogan is a head vampire of his clan, one of high stature and praise - one which I have fully arranged to marry into - and William is a bit of a loner, though he also has a grand amount of standing amongst the vampire players.
Everyone quieted on my entry.
"Look who finally decided to show up!" Elvira taunted - she was the only female vampire who has land and standing amongst our group, so she is highly respected.
Belisama came bounding up to me. "You didn't bring me any presents. Did you?" Her eyes met mine coldly. Part of me died a little knowing I would have to marry this little brat one day, yet what is one marriage contract in the grand span of eternity but a mere drop in the bucket of my life?
I gave her a charming smile and bowed, "I always have something for the little light of my life." I pulled the chocolate covered plasma fruit out of my pocket and handed it to her. She squealed with joy and took it happily before running over to her parents at the table. Wogan smiled at me and nodded - it took a long, long time to get that positive of an acknowledgement from him, so I relished every moment of it.
Morrigan shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "he's here today." She mumbled quietly. I felt my heart sink. Lucien? He's here? Already? Is it already time? I immediately ran to sit down as I could feel the air shifting. He certainly was here.
"Good morning, everyone." His voice purred with an air of coolness to it. It was absolutely terrifying. "The time has come, my brothers and sisters. A new day is dawning, and it all starts tomorrow."
Whispers broke out amongst the group.
Lucien looked smug as he walked over to the table. "It's a shame you all couldn't have provided a better place to meet. This place is disgusting. I expect this to be fixed by the time I see you again."
Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Lucien leaned against our rickety table and I feared it might collapse, how truly embarrassing that would be in front of him, but thankfully it sustained his weight. Lucien sniffed the air before looking at me, "new blood. I love it. Have we met before, boy?"
"Not formally sir." I tried to clear my throat and put on a good impression, "I'm -"
"I already know, boy." Lucien looked bored. He raised his hand up and waved it in front of everyone before stopping at William. "You. You're the one who's been watching the girl, right? What's the news? Please do it quickly before I die of boredom." He sat down suddenly and threw his legs up on the table, which shook beneath the sudden weight.
"Nothing fun to report sir. I can assure you of that." William griped. He hated having to watch Eveline from a distance, I kept trying to tell him he didn't need to with me there, but he wouldn't listen - no one would.
Lucien sucked in his cheek impatiently, like he was debating saying something, but instead he turned his head back to me. "You've gotten close to the girl, have you not?"
"We talk." I shrugged.
"Do you know how important she is?" His eyes narrowed at me.
"Being honest with you, no. I don't." I leaned back in my chair and met his gaze.
"Honest? Tough guy here is being honest." I felt my stomach drop, but he continued, "you're not half bad; no you see, Eveline here is a very powerful witch."
"She's mentioned that in our conversations."
"If she were smart she would keep that to herself." Lucien raised an eyebrow, the group of vampires laughed a bit, but Lucien made a face at them that sent them all into silence once again. "She's not just any powerful witch though, she's THE powerful witch. Do you know what that means?"
"I'm afraid I don't."
"She's the most powerful witch alive right now, boy. That's what it means." He filled me in calmly, shifting in his chair to get more comfortable. "She's multitudes more powerful than a regular old witch, son, and that's why we want her."
It made sense, obviously, but I wanted to hear him say it, "what for?" I asked innocently.
Slight annoyance passed over his face. "Stand up." He commanded.
My body moved on it's own.
"Come with me." He motioned as he swiftly stood up himself with a grace I hadn't seen in anyone before. He gripped my shoulder and walked me back into the red room, one that I had been in countless times trying to unlock it's secrets. Everyone else remained seated and watched with mixed emotions, some envy; others, fear.
"Tomorrow is prom, right boy?" He asked as we walked.
"Yeah."
"Better shine up your tux then, because you've got a job to do." Lucien stopped in front of the rusted altar-like figure. "I want the girl tomorrow. Bring her to me. Use whatever resources you need, but I want her here and I want her alive." His voice had gotten more gravelly.
"Yes sir." I said to him.
He chuckled, "you really are growing on me, you know. You don't ask questions, you just agree. That attitude will get you far." He smiled, but his eyes grew colder as his grip got tighter, "and it will also put a knife in your back if you're not careful. Wise up, new blood."
I swallowed.
He laughed again, "we're going to take that pretty little girl and put her on this altar right here in the dark of the new moon, and this relic will feed off her body, absorbing her soul and her power and giving it to us." He gestured out in front of him.
"Then what will you do with her when that's done?"
Lucien let out a very hard, sharp laugh. "We'll return what's left of her home in a box for her pathetic parents to have something to bury."
I felt my heart drop for a moment.
"What will the relic do?" I looked at him nervously, begging for approval.
He released my shoulder and slapped it in a friendly way, "oh my, new blood, the real question is: what can the relic NOT do?"