1313 Cemetery Way 3 Her Name is Claire?!
1313 Cemetery
Way 3
Her Name is
Claire?!
She's in a
bunny girl outfit, why is she in a bunny girl outfit? These were my thoughts as I imagined her
cracking a whip telling me to call her queen.
"Why are you in that outfit?"
I thought it a good question.
"Silly boy... too mess with
you of course!"
The two of them stood in a large
entry room the ceiling seemed to go up for miles due to all of the shimmering
light. It was unclear where exactly the
light's origin was. The walls and pillars
seemed to be made from black marble, but clearly lacked the veins marble
has. By all rights the blackness of the
walls should have absorbed and dampened the light but it didn't. Could these walls be the source of the light? To John's left was a small but noticeable indent
in the wall containing a single door.
John however was still in shock looking at the sexy bunny girl in front
of him. What had he gotten himself
into? Calmly he reached behind him to
try the door and found it to be locked.
As he turned around in a panic to pull and push on it he realized there
was no keyhole or for that matter no deadbolt either. A chill ran over him as he felt a gentle but
firm grip on his right arm. As his eyes
met hers "This way John lets have some tea and I will tell you about the
job." John felt as though he was
being swept down a river and out to sea.
The look in his eyes was comparable to the echoing final scream of a
murder victim.
As she pulled him down the hall his
curiosity got the best of him and he began studying the lay of the land so to
speak. The light seemed to follow them wherever
they went. John already on edge had
taken an interest in this strange phenomenon.
Busy looking for infrared sensors he failed to notice a small flight of
stairs in front of him. As he fell he
bent his knees to control his fall, landing in a seated position at the bottom
of the stairs. Somewhere on the way down
Claire had let go of his arm. She stood
just off to his left clapping her hands "well done John" he popped to
his feet in less than an eye blink.
Rushing forward a little red in the face but with the attitude of I
meant to do that! Without a word he
just moved forward as she opened the door into the library. Books were still just randomly stacked
everywhere.
There was even a pile that had
fallen over. Everything was exactly
where Claire and Caty had left it.
"Excuse the mess I have been trying to reorganize my
library." Her voice was
startling. The sheer number of books
lying around was overwhelming. John was
lost, what was this place. The ceiling
in this room also seemed to go up forever.
The light was the same here too.
As John looked around he noticed there were crystals mounted to the
shelves every so many feet. Every now
and then he could swear he thought he saw them glow. John could not shake the feeling he had seen
this room before even Claire seemed familiar to him. But there was no way he could have met her
she had always lived here and he was born and raised hundreds of miles from
this isolated place. "What's wrong
John?"
"Claire could we have met some
place before?" All she did was
smile. "How do you want your
tea." John was surprised he had
been staring at the room and never noticed her making tea. As he looked at her his answer just blurted
out "with three sugars and a slice of lemon." His answer even surprised him; it had come
from nowhere and without thought. John
could not shake the feeling. This was
all too familiar, all too...
His thought was interrupted by the
sound of a saucer being sat in front of him.
The cup was beautifully hand crafted and inlayed with gold and
silver. The table was the next thing he
noticed. It seemed to be made from
chiseled lime stone. It was smooth and a
light gray. A huge contrast to how it
looked. By sight it appeared to be
roughly finished. In fact the flooring seemed
to be the same material. The only things
in this room that appeared to be new were the couches. Both were light blue and curvy. Their round features accented the squareness
of the room. The only things out of
place were all of the books. The
bookshelves were completely bare.
As John collected himself the
question had to be asked. "You said
you needed a personal assistant what would I be doing?" "You would be my very personal assistant." She was now almost nose to nose with John. As he slammed backwards he almost went up and
over the back of the couch. As soon as
Claire stopped laughing, "You see the books I need help putting all of
this back in order. And, many other
things like this. I promise you will be
handsomely rewarded for your services."
John calmly let his eyes trail up to her bunny ears pausing a bit too
long along the way. Damn she was cute...
Is she flirting with me or messing with me?
Something about her seemed so
inviting. It was like a memory hidden
just beyond the bend in the road. Then
his mind trailed back to the path of graves he had walked through to get
here. This place was strange and it's
address even stranger but perhaps the strangest thing here was the woman Named
Claire Graveless! "So John would
you like the job? I really just need
help around here. This place is just too
much for me to manage bymyself."
Her voice was inviting. This
place was huge. John could not help but
wonder. Why was everyone afraid of her,
they had gone out of their way to bury this place and her existence. There was something about her, this place, he
just could not let it go. Something
about this was necessary. It was like
the missing piece to a long forgotten puzzle.
"So what would I be doing first?" She clasped her hands together and hopped
forward like a bunny. "Great so you
do want the job?!"
"That makes me so happy! To start… Can you place these books back on
the shelves I'd do it myself but I am just a cute 'ittle Bunny
Rabbit." The look on her face was
devious. It was plain to see she had
more planned than just... Just these
books scattered all over the room.
Several hours later John had
managed to organize the books by size.
He had decided it would be best to do it this way so the biggest and
heaviest would be on the bottom. As he
handled the books he could not help but wonder why this seems so... So
familiar. "I can't shake the
feeling that I know this place, that I know Claire." He mumbled too himself as he moved everything
around. As one of his stacks fell over,
before he could utter a few choice swear words he noticed a sword hanging on
the far wall. It was a medieval broad sword
style but it had the appearance of a folded metal sword similar to the Japanese
swords. The metal had a black hue to
it. Stepping past the fallen pile he
noticed a plaque below the blade. Here
hangs the blade known as Dark Thunder crafted by Merlin and wielded by his
older brother. The older brother's name
was illegible but it appeared to have four letters in it. The sword was sealed behind an odd crystalline
substance. Directly opposite the sword
on the far wall was a mural of a man holding the sword high above his head, the
only odd thing in the mural, the sword looked to be glowing.
As John shook off the daze he began
to pick up the books from his toppled pile.
Setting them on the shelf one at a time as he did with every book the
light in the room would flicker. One by
one he placed the books over 2000 by his count.
Several hours later he was done as he slumped over on the couch without
a breathe he was out.
"Hello John." Mmmargo you can't be her you're..." "Yes John I am Dead I know. Weird huh?!
I have come to show the way my brother, my other self. You have something we both need to
remember." The female version of
himself now stood in front of him, his sister had been dead for 13 years but
here she was just out of his reach.
"Margo wait!"
"Follow me John, this way."
No matter how fast he ran he could barely keep up. The scene began to rapidly change and as
suddenly as his sister had appeared she was gone. John now stood at the top of a hill looking
at a burning castle. Atop a hill he
caught sight of a glowing object something was oddly reminiscent of a scene he
could not place.
"Claire get down, Dark Thunder
I call upon you, your might to defend us."
A man stood alone in a field atop a hill with a woman running toward him
as he raised the sword the tip pointed to the skies above them the woman dove towards
his feet. She looked ...it was Claire
Graveless. What was this, a dream or was
it more, a memory. The sword had begun
to glow brighter and brighter. In one
swift motion the man slashed the air. the
force of the slash sent a shockwave of wind with a clap of thunder immediately
following it. The ground just ahead of
them began to break apart. Five men
stood directly in his path in seconds they lay battered and broken at his
feet. Their bodies showed signs of burns
along with the cuts and bruises caused by the shredded earth. One of the men was slowly getting to his
feet. "How could you betray us, you
murdered your own mother you monster."
"That woman is not my mother and I consider anyone who tries to
hurt the woman I love an enemy. I held
back don't make me regret it. Merlin has
also left this.. This shell of a family
our time in the sun is over it is time to let them live for and decide for
themselves. I wield the blade Dark
Thunder and here and now I vow no longer will I bow before my father's
will." As he raised the sword one more
time his gaze crossed over to the burning castle. The sword began to glow again and as he
brought it flying the tip slammed the ground.
A crack opened and charged toward the castle. In seconds it hit and the castle split in
half and then exploded. As the two's
pursuers looked on in horror an echoing voice could be heard. "Castle Ravenwood has fallen stop now or
join it in its ruin."
"Come on Claire let's
go." As her hand joined his John
realized he was no longer watching the dream he was now the man wielding the sword
and the woman before him was Claire Graveless his new employer. What was all this? As the images fade and his eyes opened he
found his head in her lap. All of it felt
like it had happened before. "Did
you have a nice dream John?"
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