Echoes of Emilee

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Echoes of Emilee Chapter One

Posted by karin rochelle on January 19, 2010 at 12:15 AM Comments comments (2)

Cahir,Ireland 13th Century

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The blaze of blue and yellowish orange branded the night sky as it crackled higher into the murky depths of the blackened night.  The hush was tangible.  Diamonds danced in the sky as if waiting for the ceremony to begin.  The older woman stood elegant among the circle of a bearded mass of men from the clans of the Cahir region.  They were here for her final decision. She would decide the fate of Emilee McKinley. 

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He watched in the clear glass that encased him; a magical bond that could not be broken until the fulfilling of the curse he had agreed to. The crone had given him visionary eyes, probably to torture him more than the knowledge of having no control over this situation. As if a crystal ball could have been any better, the picture went from blurry to clear as he focused in on the crone and her words.

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They were going to kill Emilee; Even though he had traded his freedom for her. Why?! He thought. As he listened, he realized the crone wasn't speaking,but he could swear he heard her words. She must not be able to kill thesupernatural powers he had as a vampire and yet he was still bound by her blood that the key had been dipped in and the magic that went with it. 

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He despised her thoughts as he listened in on them. The crone had been cursed a long time before this. She still had time to make others suffer the kind of life that she was inthe midst of suffering. 

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She betrayed the one she had said she loved. The man she had deceived had cursed her to a spiritual solitude for her deception of powers. She had been trying to combine their powers without his say and had tried to lock in a binding spell in whichall his powers would have transferred to her.  Selfishness was all she knew. The curse was to all the clan’s future generations. They would never be allowed to have a female heir. A girl-child was one of the highest honors in Cahir and because of her selfishness; no Butler would have that honor. They would have to look to the powers of another clan after the crone died. She had decided that if she was cursed, she would curse others. She hoped Emilee would suffer greatly, because she had already seen so much happiness in such a short amount of time. She wished Carrick would rot in the glass castle she had cast him in. When she was dead and gone, none of it would matter anyway.

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He was angry beyond words as her thoughts spun through his head like a spider’s web. Emilee was being convicted of murder because he had given her a little bit of happiness. He wouldn't trade the time he had had with her. Even if it was but a brief moment compared to the lifetime of solitude he was about to have.  He would try and remember her laughter and her smile, their simple embraces, and  her warmth. The crone had planned their suffering well. He walked into her blackened heart; mentally stabbing her with an imaginary sword of the sharpest edge. It did nothing to the crone, but wonders for Carrick. He wanted vengeance. No one else would come to either of their aid. His brother hadbeen on the sea for months now. The men stood in the circle, ravenous for ataste at the young lass in their midst. Happy to oblige the crone, they readily opened their meaty hands to grasp the body thrown into their circle. They cheered at their luck. Carrick frantically banged against the sides of the glass that encased him.  It was like moving against an invisible shield; hopeless. The crone laughed at Carrick’s efforts as the general took his fat fist and wrapped Emilee’s hair around it. Her long blond strands caught between his thick clutches as he threw her forward to the sexually thirsty men standing in wait for their turn at her.  Laughs and vicious slurs of the drunken men resounded in Carrick’s ears.  Heheard their thoughts one by one of how great this reward was for them. He hated the witch more now.

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Centuries later, it was still the harsh memory of her screams and the clan’s nasty thoughts and actions that couldn't be block out.  Every time a Butler was born, he watched and listened. He prayed to the gods, if they be just, to release him or have a girl-child to be born among them just once, then he could have a chance.

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He still wondered why they had not listened to him. It was foolish to wonder.He had tried to raise Emilee as a sibling for her safety after finding her on a battlefield under her mother.  He had lifted her out of the blood and the bones.The little lass, no more than two, with a wail decided that he was destined to care for her. 

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And care for her, he did. As she grew, he stayed forever twenty and four. Therewas no point in having her call him dad. She would soon begin to wonder. So he opted for the brother role.  And when she learned to speak, 'brother' was what she called him.

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Carrick loved her dearly, as a father, then a brother, and when other feelings started to rise, he had squelched them quickly.  He had grown to love her in many ways; including her innocence and joy.  He just wanted her to be happy. 

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He had hidden who he was from her because he cared more in the end for her than a brother should have. He had raised her to keep her safe. She had been kept safe. 

When she turned sixteen men and women of the low green lands began to fear for their lives. Rumors of blood suckers being in their midst were heard in every tavern, every church. No one felt safe anymore. They all feared the rumors of vampires were true. Those that refused daylight and only showed their face inthe evenings were questioned first. He made sure he was not around.

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Men came, knocking down the door of their little cottage in the middle of the day, letting sun light spill in. They grabbed her while he lay beneath the cottage. He heard her screaming and rushed with a liquid speed just as theyyanked her out of the door and into poisonous rays. His arm smoked as he grabbed her with one hand and covered his face with the cloth of his shirt. Pulling her back into the house, he swung her away from the entrance, and speared the man at the thresh hold with his sword. Another man rushed toward him as he pushed the door shut. They pounded for several minutes and must have realized it would not be budged. His strength was enough to hold them back. He had been so careful. He still wondered how they could have figured him out. It was his fault. He could never, would never forgive himself.

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Emilee had never seen what he was.  Now, the scent of burning flesh acknowledged that he could indeed be harmed by the sun.  Emilee looked down in horror as his arm smoked.

 “It canna’ be, my brother.”  She had whispered in shock. Her Irish accent had always been sweetness to his ears. Then she had smiled as a realization hit her that Carrick was not her brother after all.  The feelings that had been warring inside her about caring for him were okay.  She loved him differently than she would love a brother.  She had for a while now. He heard her thoughts of love.  Yet another power that possessed him after his final coming of age transformation into a vampire; hearing thoughts ofpeople within a few hundred feet of him. 

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The Butlers must have covered their thoughts and intents through a spell or hewould have heard them coming. If he had known it was to happen like it had, hewould have taken Emilee far away from their home.

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Emilee had embraced him, being careful not to touch his arm.  “I do na’ care what ye are. Ye are mine, my Carrick.”

He had told her that knowing he was a vampire changed nothing between them.  She fought him like never before.  It was no longer a siblingargument.  She had been stubborn and spoiled; his fault of course.

It had hurt to turn her away.  He loved her unconditionally and then,after all the times when he had tried to kill his other feelings for her, shehad thrown herself at him, and he had tried to be strong. He had desired her so much and had fallen in love with who she was, but he still could not taint her with his blood.  She begged him to change her and herefused. 

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She had accepted the entire truth that day, and a grave consequence.  Theyhad a few days of solitude, but later that week fifty men faithful tothe Butler Clan set fire to the cottage. The fire was the only lightin the darkness.  He saw her eyes lit with horror and heard her screams ashe was bound by magic.  Shackled by a force he knew nothing about, hehad not been able to release his own bonds. 

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The Butlers had become the governing body on that side of the River Suir in Cahir.  Not only had they alreadysentenced him as guilty of being a vampire, but the Butler crone had alsomagically come to the conclusion that Emilee was also a blood sucker. 

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It didn’t matter to the crone that he had only fed off of his own cattle. Somehow the witch of the clan had deemed him soulless by very nature.  Shehad refused to believe that Emilee was not like him.  He told them to sether in the sun and they would have their proof.  They wanted animmediate judgment, trial and execution.  Dawn was too faraway.  

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He was granted one last meeting with the crone.  He begged yet again formercy on Emilee.  He explained about the battleground he had found heron.  He pleaded with her for Emilee’s salvation. 

He should have known from the glint in the crone’s eye that she would not be awoman of her word.  She stated that since he had so kindly, for the sakeof all, not bitten or changed Emilee, she would be spared, but only if he werewilling to die in her stead.  Of course he was already dead, sheexplained, but she did have another idea that would appease the Butler’sgods; a trade, a curse of a trade; the curse that bound him even now, somany centuries later. 

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The condition he bound himself to would be that Emilee be allowed to go free, andas he said 'aye' to that one condition, he was immediately encased ina glass box a little bigger than he.  He could see and hear everything inthe world around him.  He didn’t even have to concentrate. He heardEmilee’s plea for mercy and the witch’s heartless dismissal.

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Emilee had not truly been released.  He couldn’t stop himself fromrehashing it over and over again. The crone had said she would be setfree.  She hadn't said for how long.  He heard the crone’s words asshe was speaking to the clan of what Carrick had supposedly told her. She saidhe was lying about Emilee. She was in fact Carrick’s youngharlot.  And because she would have tried to taint the clan’s blood line,she should be condemned to death. She would be allowed to go free,but only into the menacing arms of the clan. Loop holes.

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He had never thought there could be a loop hole to a curse. And for yearsnow he had tried to find his own.

He had to listen and watch, bound in magic shackles as Emilee was passed amongthe men, beaten and raped and then left bloodied for the hungry wolves. 

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He had cried out to her and promised vengeance, but he could do nothing lockedin his own prison.  His yell was like the thunder as he had cried out toHades for a way to seek revenge. The gods had been silent as he had watched herbeing torn to shreds by the beasts. He mourned her still.

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Theworld changed. It moved forward as he stayed locked away by a crone’s curse.The crone should be dead and gone. He felt her at times in his silence.

He still wondered if Emilee would have been alright if he had changed her. He always thought about it, after reliving her horror. They could have fled inthe night. Hindsight never betrayed the foolish.  He would never loveanother and he would never be released to claim his revenge unlessa Butler sired a maiden. 

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That was the only release from his curse.  He had not known that aButler had not had a female birth in generations.  That is how thecrone had tricked him into willingly giving up his freedom for the salvation ofEmilee.  If he could go back and change things…

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For centuries he had waited.  Then Allyson Butler was born. She wasthe last of the clan and the first female born to a Butler in centuries.  

He waited while Allyson grew.  During those years he thoughtof how he would get her to free him.  Emilee could still beavenged.  He watched her grow from a little girl-child into adesirable woman.  While he waited, He formulated his plan. He would temptand tease, lie, placate, build her trust and then he would be released by her,this Butler.  Then he would kill her. Emilee would be avenged.

 



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