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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 12, 2008 16:18:02 GMT -5
Morgana walked through the graveyard, her slim figure draped in back and blending into the ominous shadows that seemed to block out all light. It was nearly midnight, her favorite hour of the day. It wasn't necessarily always the darkest part of night, but tonight was clear and moonless. A new moon. Only the tiny, insignificant stars shone overhead, their lights too far away to be of any consequence.
Normally, Morgana loved the spotlight, and thought of even the moon in all its pale glory to be a spotlight for her. She always said she looked stunning in the soft glow of moonlight. But she was on her way to Spellbound, her favorite hangout. and she didn't want Evan to know that she was out there alone. He'd become very protective as of late, and it was getting rather tiresome. As much as she worshipped him, she simply couldn't stay inside another moment, being forced to survive on bottled pig's blood. She needed the real thing. She needed the thrill of a fresh kill. Just because he thought he had a soul, that didn't mean that she did.
As she walked through the older part of the cemetary, she stopped at one particular grave. She knew it well, and stopped here often. She knew it to be empty, and yet, it bothered her that it was so unkempt and uncared-for. Was there no one out there who cared, even a little bit?
She knelt down and traced her fingers over the name:
Rebecca M. Fontana
B. August 15, 1720
D. December 6, 1736
Of course no one still cared. She'd been "dead" so long, she probably had no family left. Certainly none that ever remembered her.
She sighed and began cleaning up the overgown weeds that covered the grave.
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 12, 2008 16:57:15 GMT -5
After her short stay at St Mungo's for a vampire attack, Bridget's workload was reduced to merely patrolling graveyards and keeping everything in check. It was humiliating, and she refused to tell anyone outside of the Ministry about her temporary demotion. Even though she was told this would only be for a few weeks, until she was at full strength again, Bridget felt as though she was being punished. And she was, wasn't she? She had gotten distracted and lost sight of her professional goals.
In a rather disheartened mood, Bridget complied with her orders and headed out to Highgate Memorial Cemetery for her first night on graveyard patrol. Toward the front of the cemetery the headstones seemed to be in good condition, the grass around them mowed and neat, and the flowers laid at the graves were still fairly fresh. But as she walked further back, the tombstones became overgrown with weeds, a few were cracked and crumbling. These were the oldest of the graves here, when the cemetery was still small as was Hogsmeade. But now the cemetery had grown ten times its original size, just like the town just outside its gates.
Off in the distance Bridget saw something move, or else, she thought she saw something. Without the moon out it was hard to see much of anything. Bridget drew her wand. Lumos. The tip of her wand ignited and she held it high, looking around. It was still fairly dark and she was now quite certain it had just been an animal that her light must have scared off.
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 12, 2008 22:46:47 GMT -5
Morgana heard the footsteps approaching and froze. Few people walked through the graveyard in the middle of the night. Those that did were usually either fellow vampires, werewolves, or slayers. Occasionally, you got the rare innocent who was stupid enough to use the cemetary as a cut-through, but those were all too rare. She hoped it would be the first option. Werewolves were always unpleasant to run into, and she definitely didn't need the buzz kill of dealing with a slayer tonight.
But as she saw the approaching light, she knew it was either a slayer or an innocent. Werewolves and vampires didn't need light to walk across a graveyard, and would never use such a thing. It was definitely a human.
Morgana contemplated the benefit of making a run for it, but decided it wouldn't work. It would just raise suspicions. So she'd have to play it innocent, and fight if necessary. She stood up and shielded her eyes from the light. "Hello?" she said in a quivering voice.
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 12, 2008 22:56:01 GMT -5
No, it wasn't an animal, unless someone had bewitched it to speak. That wasn't unheard of, but probably not the case at the moment. Bridget moved her wand in the direction that the voice had come from, and could see a dark figure off a little farther.
"Hullo," she replied. She walked closer until the tiny dark figure grew larger and clearer. She could now make out the figure of a woman which, at this time of night, didn't bode well. But there were always extenuating circumstances, and Bridget knew from experience not to jump to conclusions. She squinted through the dark to see better with whom she was dealing with. "Is everything alright, ma'am?"
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 12, 2008 23:13:44 GMT -5
Morgana smoothed her hair and did her best to look innocent, even as she squinted her eyes in an attempt to see the face of the woman who was now speaking to her. The light from the woman's wand was blinding her, making it difficult to see more than the shape of the woman. She was small and slender, with a build very similar to her own. She was certain she could take her, if it became necessary. "Oh, no, nothing's wrong. I'm afraid I just got a little lost and wandered into this cemetary... it really is creepy here at night."
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 13, 2008 10:06:38 GMT -5
"Where are you going? I can help show you-" Bridget stopped suddenly as she caught sight of the woman she was talking to. It was...herself. This woman looked exactly like her, perhaps a few years younger, but everything was the same. Bridget stared for a long moment, her wand pointed at her younger self. "Who are you?" she demanded.
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 13, 2008 10:44:40 GMT -5
Morgana froze as she also recognized the face across from her. Although she could not see her reflection, she often used a camera to take pictures of herself as a way of checking her appearance, so she knew perfectly well that the woman looked exactly like her. It reminded her of the times, oh so long ago, when she had spent hours staring at herself in the mirror. Oh, how she had missed it!
Hesitantly, she reached out, as if to touch the woman's face--her face. But as the woman pointed her wand at her and spoke in an angry tone, Morgana backed away. She didn't know what to say. "I'm no one," she said quickly. "You never saw me."
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 13, 2008 11:03:31 GMT -5
The girl began to back away, but Bridget didn't want her to leave without explaining. "Wait!" Bridget wasn't about to let her get away. Bridget moved after her and grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving. "What's going on?" Bridget looked for a time turner, but there was no sight of one. This had to be some Dark Magic. Was You-Know-Who targeting her for some reason?
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 14, 2008 0:05:27 GMT -5
Morgana stared down at the woman's hand on her arm. She was getting very thirsty, but even for a vampire, there was something creepy about feeding on a person who was your exact mirror image. She swallowed hard to try to silence her craving, then looked up into the woman's eyes, so very like her own had once been. "Look, I'm just as surprised about this as you are," she said. "I'm just a simple girl, heading out for a night on the town. This is obviously just a coincidence." She tried to pull her arm free before her mysterious twin realized just how cold her skin was. "Please... This doesn't mean anything..."
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 14, 2008 0:22:10 GMT -5
Bridget knew this girl was lying about something, but she honestly seemed as shocked about their physical similarities as Bridget. So what else was there? Perhaps she was a grave robber and Bridget had spoiled her plans. Or maybe she actually was just lost and Bridget was assaulting her. She let go of the young girl's wrist. "I'm sorry, it's just- this is so weird."
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 15, 2008 22:29:34 GMT -5
Morgana thought for a minute. She wasn't good with things like this, and she had never really related to other women very well. She wished Evan was here, so that he could help her figure this out. "It is weird," she admitted. "Maybe we're secretly related or something... do you happen to have a twin sister that was separated from you at birth?" She laughed lightly, but she was only half kidding. Obviously, she couldn't be the woman's sister, but they could be secretly related. "What's your name?"
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 15, 2008 22:43:39 GMT -5
Having grown up as an orphan, it could be quite possible that these two women were related and Bridget would be none the wiser. After all, she knew nothing of her family nor her true surname. So that certainly wouldn't assist in any discoveries. The only bit of information was the place where she was raised. But what good would that do?
She was certain that if the girl truly was curious about their similarities that all that would eventually come out anyway, so for the moment she answered the girl's question. "I'm Bridget Harvey. And you are?" Perhaps this stranger's name would spark some memory lodged deep in the recesses of her brain and could unlock a clue to her past.
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 15, 2008 23:09:39 GMT -5
The name didn't sound like any of her extended family from her youth. But then, she'd hardly kept up with the family tree in the last 200 years.
Morgana hesitated. If she told the woman her name, it wouldn't take too long for her to figure out that she shouldn't be alive. After all, her grave was a few yards away. But her chosen name, Morgana, would only sound like a lie, and most likely arouse the woman's suspicions. So she hedged her bets. "I'm Morgan. Morgan Fontana."
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 15, 2008 23:44:24 GMT -5
There was a strange sensation that overcame Bridget when Morgan said her name. Like a tingling feeling washing over her skin. She shuddered. She must've heard the name somewhere before, perhaps at the bank or a Ministry function, but Bridget couldn't even be sure she had heard it. It could just be the cold night's air causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She pulled her cloak tight around her.
"I suppose that wouldn't really help anything; names I mean. I don't know anything about my family. Though a seer did tell me once that I would meet someone if I became a slayer..." Was she just wishing that fortune to be true so badly that she would believe Morgan was her relative? Divination was such a sketchy art, it could be easily forged and altered. That was why Bridget, while keeping this prediction in the back of her mind, had never really paid much attention to what the seer had told her.
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Jun 17, 2008 23:12:22 GMT -5
Morgana stared at the woman. "You're a slayer?" she repeated. Well, now it was certain... there was just no way that she could tell this woman who she was or what she was.
She stood for a minute, unsure of what to do. This was the strangest thing that had ever happened to her... Wouldn't it just be her luck that her twin would be a vampire slayer?
"Look, um... this has been interesting, but I've gotta go. I'm supposed to meet some friends, and I'm really late... So, maybe I'll see you around sometime. It was nice meeting you, Bridget." Quickly, she turned and began to hurry out of the cemetary.
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Post by Bridget Harvey on Jun 17, 2008 23:21:15 GMT -5
Bridget stared after Morgan, confused by her quick exit. Had she been speaking with a vampire and not even noticed? It would be quite a coincidence that she repeated "slayer" then ran away. Bridget was unable to chase after Morgan, the girl seemed to vanish so quickly there was no sign she had even been there. Bridget would need to ask around about a Morgan Fontana.
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