|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 11, 2009 0:09:22 GMT -5
Bridget had not heard from Morgan, like the girl had promised at their last meeting. She had waited for over a week before Ed had finally talked her into forgetting about the whole incedent. It was just a random coincidence, she had told herself over a hundred times. There was no relation, no mysterious past, and it certainly was not a practical joke as nothing had come of it. Bridget was finally moving on, having nothing new to ponder since leaving Morgan in Hogsmeade to chase after vampires. The strangeness was over and she hadn't thought about it in weeks.
Work had filled her mind, as had Ed. They were getting much closer and were almost inseparable at this point. Some of Bridget's friends made jokes about how they were one person, but Bridget didn't mind. She loved Ed, and had told him so several times. She hadn't been so happy before. He was like her own little family, something she hadn't had in her entire life. He was her everything, and her head and heart were wrapped in loving thoughts of him, with room for little else.
Tonight Ed had gone out hunting werewolves, leaving Bridget alone on her night off. He would be back later, but for now she sat by herself on the porch of her house. The sun had set an hour prior, and a nice blue-black sky had risen up overhead, speckled with stars. There was a thin layer of snow covering her yard that blended in perfectly with the white picket fence that surrounded her property. Someone not far off was having a party, the sounds of cheerful laughter and music drifted down the street. Bridget shut her eyes as she listened to it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 11, 2009 0:33:49 GMT -5
What Bridget didn't know was that Morgana had actually been watching and stalking her all that time. She could be very stealthy when she wanted to be, and she knew how to avoid detection.
She'd been trying for a chance to get the boyfriend alone, but it was a full moon, and he'd gone out hunting werewolves. Vampires knew better than to be around werewolves. The last thing they needed was another war between vampires and werewolves.
So instead she hid in the bushes, watching Bridget as she sat on her porch. So close.... Morgana was tempted to go up to her. Bridget's face, so like her own, taunted her.
Finally she decided she wanted to go back, and maybe bring Evan with her. But perhaps something in the back of her mind wanted to be caught. She took only a few steps before she tripped on a tree stump and fell forward onto a small bush.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 11, 2009 0:45:38 GMT -5
Bridget's eyes shot open as she heard a snowy crash nearby. Someone had fallen in the dark, just beyond the safety of her picket fence. The street lamps that ran along the houses shown circles of yellowy light on the snow, and between them was darkness. It was in this darkness that Bridget was able to make out the figure of someone in a bush. She ran to see if they were alright.
She reached her gate and before she could open it her eyes fell in the figure. "Morgan," she gasped. This was the last face she had thought she would see again, aside from the near identical one she saw every morning in the mirror. "Are you alright? What are you doing here?" The two questions were almost one, uttered in the same breath.
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 11, 2009 1:01:41 GMT -5
Morgana cursed under her breath. She never tripped... what cosmic force was causing her to screw up so much? Every time she talked with Bridget, she came closer to giving herself away. No matter how much Bridget looked like her, Morgana could not allow herself to forget that she was a slayer. This made her deadly. Morgana could not afford to screw up.
She stood up and brushed herself off. "I'm fine, really," she said, adopting the innocent voice of Morgan. "I... I was looking for you, actually. I didn't know where else to go. I'm in trouble."
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 11, 2009 1:11:25 GMT -5
She was in trouble. That was why she hadn't contacted her. Morgan had more important things that to worry about some silly woman who resembled her. She was in trouble. This made Bridget feel better and worse at the same time.
Bridget quickly pulled the latch on the gate and ushered Morgan into her yard. "Trouble? What sort of trouble?" Bridget looked up and down the street instinctively, wondering if someone were chasing her. The street was empty, as it had been most of the night.
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 11, 2009 1:22:53 GMT -5
Morgana had to think fast. What kind of trouble could she be in? She didn't want Bridget to think she needed a place to stay for a long period of time or anything like that.
"There's a man... he's been following me where ever I go. I think he's stalking me. He tried to attack me the other night... I barely got away. He said some scary things... Something about how I would taste delicious."
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 11, 2009 21:57:28 GMT -5
Bridget knew very little about men, and how crazed they could seem when they fancied a girl to an unhealthy level. But she did know about vampires, and Morgan's last words instantly put her on guard. She led the girl up the walk and into the house where she would feel more secure. "Come with me," she said carefully as she opened the front door. "I'll make you some tea and we can figure this all out."
Once inside Bridget showed Morgan to the sitting room. "Make yourself comfortable. I promise, you're safe here. Nobody is going to hurt you."
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 11, 2009 22:56:35 GMT -5
Morgana just barely refrained from making a face. She hated tea. Unless it was spiked with a little O-negative. But she'd got herself into this little mess, and she had no choice but to play the part. "Th-thank you," she said breathlessly. She followed behind Bridget into the brightly-lit interior of her house. She blinked against the brightness and silently wondered to herself whether there was any way she could get Bridget to dim them just a bit. In addition to the fact that the lights hurt her eyes, there was another issue: In the light, her skin was so pale that she was almost translucent. Any good vampire slayer would be suspicious.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 12, 2009 23:47:06 GMT -5
Bridget excused herself to the kitchen where she started the kettle and set two cups on her tea tray. This only took a second and Bridget was back in the sitting room in moments. "It'll be just a minute before the water's ready," she said as she came through the doorway.
The room was well lit, but nothing too bright for your average witch. She hadn't even noticed Morgan blink out the light when they first came in. But upon re-entering the room she noticed two things. The first was Morgan's clear discomfort, which she would have thought further into if it had not been for the second thing. Morgan's skin. She was so pale it was almost unearthly. Bridget was instantly curious, her mind shouting at her to use her head and figure this one out. But her heart wanted answers about her family, about their strong resemblances (to put it mildly), and told her to ignore all her natural slayer instincts.
Bridget stayed where she was, on the opposite side of the room, staring at Morgan. "...Are you feeling alright Morgan?" she asked slowly, cautiously. Maybe she's just pale from fright, her heart lied.
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 13, 2009 0:39:41 GMT -5
Morgana had to think fast. She looked up at Bridget, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "I'm OK... I just... I haven't eaten in a while. I was so scared..." She shivered for effect. This would help, in case Bridget decided to tocuh her hand or forehead. She would feel icy cold.
"This guy... he really scared me, you know? I feel safe here, with you. Do... do you live here all alone?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 16, 2009 0:53:22 GMT -5
"Oh, you poor thing," she said as she stepped closer, ignoring her head and believing what Morgan was saying. "Don't worry, I get my people out there, looking for this bloke. We'll find him and he won't bother you again." At that moment the tea kettle started to whistle, a low hum at first and then grew into a loud whine. Bridget excused herself. "I'll get that. It'll make you feel loads better." She left again for the kitchen, leaving the eerily pale Morgan alone. Bridget focused on preparing the tea, unconciously distracting her from what was really going on. She should have known better, but Morgan was so intriguing to Bridget. She couldn't risk letting her head find out what was going on and put a stop to all of this before she got some information. That wouldn't be fair.
Bridget returned a short moment later with a tray carrying two cups of tea, a bowl of sugar and a pitcher of milk. She set the tray on the small table in front of the sofa. Handing one cup to Morgan, Bridget looked up. "Oh, you were asking me something. If I live alone?" The answer to this question was fuzzy. Technically Ed still had his own place, a flat in London. But she couldn't remember the last time he had spent the night over there. A month or so ago? And that was only because he had an early meeting in the city the next morning and didn't want to wake her on her day off while getting ready. Ed was very thoughtful like that. "My boyfriend stays here most nights. But if you need a place to stay Morgan, you don't have to worry about anything like that. I can help you out."
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 20, 2009 23:56:53 GMT -5
How was she going to avoid staying? Morgana was getting nervous. She had talked herself into a hole and she didn't know how long she could keep the slayer from figuring out what was going on. She couldn't stay the night. Or, at least, she couldn't be there in the morning when the sun rose. The slayer may have been a little dense, but she would certainly get suspicious if sweet little "Morgan" refused to go out in the sunlight.
She silently accepted the nasty tea and loaded it up with cream and sugar, simply because it seemed like the thing to do. "You're sure your... er... boyfriend... won't mind?" Morgana said. "I really don't want to intrude... I'm sure I'll be safe at the Three Broomsticks for the night..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 21, 2009 0:20:23 GMT -5
"Nonsense. We have so much to discuss anyway. And I've told Ed all about you...Oh. I hope you don't mind. It's just, you look so much like me. I've needed a sounding board for my theories." She thought Morgan was just being polite in not intruding, as she put it. But Bridget really didn't mind, and it would ensure that Bridget got all the answers Morgan could give her. She wouldn't have to wait weeks, months between seeing her "twin". "Actually, Ed should be home soon. I'd love for you to meet him." Unless he had a new lead, or one of his current leads played through, he usually got home around the same time every night. It was nice having a routine.
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 25, 2009 14:27:19 GMT -5
Morgana was not at all interested in meeting the slayer's boyfriend. She'd seen the scrawny little fool from a distance and privately thought the slayer could do better. After all, Morgana reasoned, she looked just like her. Morgana would never have gone for someone like that.
Still, she had no choice but to keep up the act. "Oh... that sounds lovely," she lied. "If you're sure it's no trouble..."
She would just have to find a way to sneak out before dawn.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Jan 25, 2009 14:52:13 GMT -5
"No trouble at all!" she insisted. "I'll make up the spare room for you." Up until a month ago that spare room had been filled with junk. Boxes and old pieces of furniture she hadn't gotten around to fixing or throwing in the bin. But Ed had conviced her it would be a nice place for company. She didn't really have company before Ed. She was glad he had been so thoughtful and foreseeing. "But before then, you wouldn't mind just chatting a bit, would you? I'd love to know everything about you. How old are you?" She knew, under normal circumstances, that a woman never told her age. But this was different. What is Morgan was a younger sister, or cousin. She certainly couldn't be older than Bridget, though her eyes did carry that look that comes with wisdom and old age.
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Jan 25, 2009 16:03:17 GMT -5
Morgana swallowed. She was going to have to come up with some answers to all these kinds of questions. If the questions went too deep, Morgana's lies would have to go deeper. And the deeper the lies, the deeper the hole she would dig for herself. A little research would quickly prove her a liar.
Morgana had been a mere 16 years old, still in Hogwarts, when Evan had turned her. But if she said she was 16, Bridget would ask her why she wasn't at school. And she couldn't very well tell her the truth... that she was over 150 years old. So she gave the best lie she could think of.
"I'm 18," she said. She didn't elaborate, but fully expected more questions.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Feb 2, 2009 15:59:56 GMT -5
"Eighteen. That makes you only three years younger than me." Bridget was talking to herself more than she was to Morgan at this point. If Morgan was related to her, she could certainly be a younger sister. Bridget's heart began beating faster. She had never wanted a sister before, but now with a possibility of one sitting right next to her it was hard not to get a little excited.
"And your parents?" she asked, finally directing her attention back to Morgan. "Are they still around?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Feb 2, 2009 22:58:03 GMT -5
Her parents. Morgana barely even remembered her parents--what they looked like, and how they had treated her. They were distant shadows of another life that had long since faded into oblivion. The simple answer was that they were dead. But even that wouldn't be so simple. Bridget would want to know their names... when they died... how they died...
She couldn't very well tell her that they'd died more than 100 years ago in a tuberculosis outbreak. Or was it influenza? Those human ailments no longer had meaning for Morgana.
"I barely remember my parents," Morgana replied. "They died when I was very young... I was raised in an orphanage."
This eliminated the problem of giving her their names, but it created a new one. What if Bridget tried to ask which orphanage it was? She had obviously never stayed in an orphanage; they would have no records of her
|
|
|
|
Post by Bridget Harvey on Feb 3, 2009 16:26:58 GMT -5
An orphanage! Bridget was torn. She had, herself, been raised in an orphanage. She felt that much closer to Morgan because of this, but now her link to any past she might have had was ruined. If Morgan ended up in an orphanage after her parents died, then that meant that she had no other family to take care of her. And Morgan couldn't even remember her parents. Bridget's heart sank.
"We have so much in common," she said, perhaps with a little less enthusiasm in her voice. "I grew up in an orphanage as well, in Ottery St. Catchpole."
|
|
|
|
Post by Morgana Fontana on Feb 4, 2009 0:29:45 GMT -5
This was a lucky break for Morgana. The slayer was an orphan as well; she had no idea who her family was. Which meant she couldn't trace Morgana's identity through them. That only left the matter of how to avoid an orphanage background check.
"I'm sorry," she said in a tone that she hoped resembled sympathy. "The orphanage I was raised in was near Manchester. It burned down a few years ago... I've been on my own ever since."
|
|
