Post by Clark Davis on May 30, 2005 0:58:02 GMT -8
Vashon Island, Sunday Night, Midnight
The house was silent and cold when Angus returned home from his evening business. Something was wrong. Something was...
Missing.
Angus rushed to Regan's room. What he found hit him like a Brujah elder swinging a Louisville Slugger into his gut. The bed was made, and the room was bare, returned to the state that it had began. All of her things had been packed up and moved out. All that was left was a single note.
Choked and numb, Angus left her bare room with the note and returned to the master bedroom, opening the letter.
Dear Angus,
I don't know how I can ever convince you that this is the best, most true course of action.
In your heart, you can't bring yourself to believe who I am. Neither can many of your family. I can't tell you how, or why, but I know their feelings will imperil my life. They are not going to listen to reason now, and maybe not ever. They're too protective and too angry to see the folly of the things I think they may be considering, and so that drives me to do what I think is right. I'm leaving the island. Too many of your family know I was staying with you, and I cannot put myself so blatantly in danger, even though they don't think I'm safe away from them, and you.
I have things in my past none of them, and even you, know about. Some of them I cannot face, and as for others, I only have the hints of memory. The barest clue at the terrible things to come.
I care for you more then you could ever realize. Someday, I hope you'll know that in the end, everything I do is out of a need to survive, and my love for you. But I can't stay with you while the opening moves are made. I have to be somewhere else to act with the necessary speed, in order to save everything I hold dear. As much as I care for you and as much as I want to survive, more then us is at stake.
Tell your family that if they know what's good for them, to stay away from mine. It's folly to come near us at this hour of our ascent-or descent, as the Devil may will it and God may see it.
If the most terrible of my and my Uncle's intuitions are correct, dark times are about to shadow all our families and our community. And we are rarely wrong.
Save your family, Angus. Keep them safe, because I have to stand with mine now.
Never forget, when this is over, that I have always loved you.
May God save you if it be right that He do so,
Catherine Jane Foster
Angus felt like he was going to vomit. He reached to the pewter Phoenix statue Arlo had given him a year ago, ready to throw it through a wall, but his hand fell short. He weakly slipped from the edge of the bed and pulled his knees up close to his chest and cradled his face with his left hand, as tears began streaming down, blood staining his shirt, the note and the hardwood floor.
His right hand dropped the note and fell to his phone, switching it off.
He didn't want anyone to see or hear him hurt like this. The only one he could stand to see him so wounded had left his home.
The house was silent and cold when Angus returned home from his evening business. Something was wrong. Something was...
Missing.
Angus rushed to Regan's room. What he found hit him like a Brujah elder swinging a Louisville Slugger into his gut. The bed was made, and the room was bare, returned to the state that it had began. All of her things had been packed up and moved out. All that was left was a single note.
Choked and numb, Angus left her bare room with the note and returned to the master bedroom, opening the letter.
Dear Angus,
I don't know how I can ever convince you that this is the best, most true course of action.
In your heart, you can't bring yourself to believe who I am. Neither can many of your family. I can't tell you how, or why, but I know their feelings will imperil my life. They are not going to listen to reason now, and maybe not ever. They're too protective and too angry to see the folly of the things I think they may be considering, and so that drives me to do what I think is right. I'm leaving the island. Too many of your family know I was staying with you, and I cannot put myself so blatantly in danger, even though they don't think I'm safe away from them, and you.
I have things in my past none of them, and even you, know about. Some of them I cannot face, and as for others, I only have the hints of memory. The barest clue at the terrible things to come.
I care for you more then you could ever realize. Someday, I hope you'll know that in the end, everything I do is out of a need to survive, and my love for you. But I can't stay with you while the opening moves are made. I have to be somewhere else to act with the necessary speed, in order to save everything I hold dear. As much as I care for you and as much as I want to survive, more then us is at stake.
Tell your family that if they know what's good for them, to stay away from mine. It's folly to come near us at this hour of our ascent-or descent, as the Devil may will it and God may see it.
If the most terrible of my and my Uncle's intuitions are correct, dark times are about to shadow all our families and our community. And we are rarely wrong.
Save your family, Angus. Keep them safe, because I have to stand with mine now.
Never forget, when this is over, that I have always loved you.
May God save you if it be right that He do so,
Catherine Jane Foster
Angus felt like he was going to vomit. He reached to the pewter Phoenix statue Arlo had given him a year ago, ready to throw it through a wall, but his hand fell short. He weakly slipped from the edge of the bed and pulled his knees up close to his chest and cradled his face with his left hand, as tears began streaming down, blood staining his shirt, the note and the hardwood floor.
His right hand dropped the note and fell to his phone, switching it off.
He didn't want anyone to see or hear him hurt like this. The only one he could stand to see him so wounded had left his home.