Past Life Rememberance : Seth 1950's maybe?

why cant I just have visions of Fox's past life, at least I know she is interested in knowing.

Athena's Echo - thank you for helping me think of the names ! Elain Meldon - officers Fields and Dalton.

Elain Meldon brushed off the dust from her blue-grey suit after getting out of her car. It had been a gift from her late husband. She started at it for a moment, its blackness shining in the setting sun. She clutched her briefcase hard in her hand and began the walk toward the large manner. She wasnt used to being near such opulence, and wondered if her suit too shaby. She was, after all, only a teacher.

She wondered how she got designated for this in the first place. Certainly Seth Nightingale had donated handsomely to every community charity conceivable, but he had also built a new library for the school. Somehow, the school had asked her to go thank him and he was to sign papers for something Elaine didn't know about. She carried them with her right now. She knew she could have looked at the papers, but truly didnt feel like doing so. It made her uneasy.

She suspected Mr. Nightingale made them more uneasy. The Bord members and the principle would always shuffle their feet and avert their eyes when talking about him. As if there was some terrifying secret lurking underneath the surface of the 25 yr old man's smooth and perfect facade.

Elain made her way up the sidewalk, gazing up at the massive structure. She had never been so close to such a manner. The walkway was swept clear and there was a butler waiting at the door. She began to get nervous - what was she doing here so late? She watched the blazing red of the sun disappear down the horizon.

Dalton pulled their dust colored car up the ridiculously long, extensive driveway. He was a simple man and the idea of this manner being about as large as a small town offended his sensibilities. What could one person possibly need all that room for? he could feel his partner eye him. Fields had been on the force for two years, but was very layed back. That is probably why they were assigned together. Fields didnt much like spying on the Manor or its owner - but he ddint complain overly much. They were surprised to find another car there.

This didnt sit well with Dalton. He'd already suspected Nightingale of 12 murders - problem was ... there was no proof. The only thing that connected Nightingale with the victims were that they were all assigned to the orphanage or group homes or even the foster parents Nightingale had lived. To him, this was a BIG connection, to his cheife however, it meant little - it was a mere coincidence -- though, it could mean that Nightingale had exposure to or knew the murderer. Dalton wondered on occasion, how this man became chief.


Seth sat in his leather chair. Behind his desk in front of a large window. The curtains were drawn back so that anyone who knew where his office was, would be certain to see him. he watched Elaine Meldon as she approached the door. Even from where he sat, he thought her rather lovely. He often wondered if he thought this way because she was different than most people. She was polite, kind and it always seemed to him that she had infinite patience. He pondered that it was her own personal light, the light of a pure heart that shone through her very skin. She wasnt overly beautiful as common standards went.

She carried herself with assurance and a bit of trepidation. He watched as she gazed at his manor, the woods. He wondered if she liked them. He took a deep breath, began to rise out of his chair when he saw the tan, dust colored car pull up. He had been interviewed by Dalton too many times not to recognize him. This was not a good time for a visit for either Ms Meldon or the two of them, for tonight, two of the most dangerous of his prey would arriving soon. Probably within the hour. His first priority was to get Ms Meldon to a safe spot, the policemen would be safest outside.

He continued to wait for one of his servants to tell him the teacher had arrived, pulling out a black onyx ball, gazing in it to see his inner demon. Long ago - when he was perhaps 8, he had found a text on how to summon - not fully understanding what he was doing, he'd followed the instructions. There was much he did not remember of the following years - except for the battle of 'dominance'. He did not win it precisely, however they had merged to form a cohesive whole. Two entities, intertwined, so much part of the other that the line of division was not clearly defined.

Using the onyx they could see each other and communicate as if they were still separate beings. As always bits of his childhood would flash before his eyes, usually when he was covered in blood - singing or laughing, playing amongst what ever victim had been chosen that time. Seth had stopped counting them long ago. There were only two left. Would that keep them both satisfied so that he could live out his life? Perhaps find peace? Or at the very least calm complacency. Could he ever close his eyes to the horrors of human kind - kept hidden in his Manner and social obligations knowing that half the people with whom the 'wealthy' associated with were just as debase as those he had removed?

'these last two will not be easy' his demon half said - they are the same as I - different than us.

In the Onyx he saw the two in question, had penetrated his Manor through the basement, and were setting it up, laying traps. He vaguely wondered if there was a reason for these two to hunt him this way. Perhaps they had made the same connection as the good officer Dalton. Seth definitely had a grudging respect for Detective Dalton and his, very tense, yet polite partner.

The door opened, his doorman asking where to put the teacher - he paused. not this room, it smelled to strongly of busines, but the lady wouldn't be comfortable in too informal a setting. The tea room he decided. It was comfortable, bu there would be a table in between them.

He took a last look in his onyx - then told his door man, that after tea was brought to the lady, that they should all leave. He wasnt in the mood to smell dead servant - it certainly was not on his agenda. In his onyx he saw their real faces, twisted. Not like us? he pondered for a minute on what that might mean.

he had not more time to ponder this - as he had to meet with Mrs Meldon.

Elaine watched the man walk in, ten years ago he had been her student. As he walked in the room, the temperature seemed to plummet, it was as if there was a presence behind his eyes, that reflected its own separate inelegance. She suppressed a shudder. She could not take her eyes of him. His every move was graceful as he made and poured tea, the was quite polite and fluid of speech as they talked. The papers, she found out was [insert something plausibly interesting ]

Seth felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. they had finished in the basement and now quietly making their way up through the house. He hadnt meant to keep Mrs. Meldon so long, but he had enjoyed talking to her. He had also wanted to dispel her fear of him. He could smell it rising off of her skin, though she did not betray it from her actions. Her voice only having a bit of a nervous edge. But he had kept her too long...

To her surprise, he took her to another room that was cavernous in nature to show her the charts and diagrams - explaining things to her as if she were important as a Bord member. He offered her dinner, though she didnt want to take it, she agreed. He was a very pleasant companion, though she felt as if something were going on just beyond her sight - something incredibly dangerous and sinister.

Dalton explained for what seemed the hundredth time, that they were just waiting to see what was going to happen. Fields was confused as to why they were so obviously in the long drive way, he refused to justify that - other than he was sure that if Nightingale acted - he wouldn't care who was there to see it. Dalton's informant had told him of two people hiking though the hills and woods behind the manner - Dalton suspected they were trying to get in it as subversely as possible.He had no basis for this assumption as Fields had pointed out.

There was a noise - Elaina couldnt help but jump - she looked around - Seth had looked around himself, but in a specific direction, concentrating. When he turned back to her, it was as if his face was a combination of something not of this world and his own. He took a step toward her, reaching her hand out and she instantly responded by stumbling backwards.

He stopped, a strange sadness filled his continuance. It was then that Elaine felt another presence. One should could only describe as heavy, large, mobile, but safe and comforting as well. It soothed her as if it were armor.
"Do not fear this one.' it told her "he is not the one you should fear. I will stay with you."

Tentatively she took his hand

Elaine looked at the detectives, not sure at all how she got outside, or where Seth had gone to.