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Dawn of Eternity IV

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Throwing open the lid of the coffin she resided in, Rose sat up and curled her legs so she sat Indian style in the satin cushions. Placing her forearms on top of her knees, she sighed. It had been a few nights since she had gone to see Sarah, and the decision to go see the boys had crossed her mind. Jumping up and over the side of the coffin, Rose yawned and stretched as she looked around the basement that she had occupied. In one corner, the hot water heater sat, pipes going up into the concrete ceiling, and in another corner, a table with several burning candles sat. All of the belongings that Rose cared about were on that table.

The pewter cigarette casing, the lighter, a silver necklace with a Trinity emblem, and the gold blade that belonged to Paul were some of the items on the table. She never had anything other than that, save for her coffin, and even then, she usually just ordered another one. In the chair in front of the table, a small black duffel bag sat, deflated of anything of importance. Going over to the table, Rose unzipped the bag with one hand, picking up a few small books with the other. Placing the books in the bag, she then followed suit by putting a few pictures that she had kept into the bottom of the bag, almost as if she didn't want to look at them anymore.

Shrugging a little bit, she opened the cigarette case. A few cigarettes were left, so they would last her the trip to her new home. Blowing out the candles on the table, Rose picked up the duffel bag, Paul's dagger which she then tucked into her boot, and then her trench, then headed upstairs. The people who had most graciously allowed her to live in their basement were already asleep. Tilting her head to the side, her neck popped, and she pulled the money clip from her pocket. Pulling two one-hundreds from the stack. Placing them on the kitchen counter, she weighed them down with a little ornament. A red wax rose that she had made in her spare time.

Picking up the bag again, she shrugged into her coat and then walked out.

The train station is her next stop. Thankfully she had already secured her own ticket and a booth that would help on the journey. As she stepped onto the platform, she winced slightly. The acidic smell of coal being burned and the smoke in the air was suffocating. It must have been from one of the other trains, because this one was electric. At least, that's what the brochure had said. Perking a brow, she shook her head, sighing as she climbed onto the train. This was supposed to be fastest train in the entire country, and said to make a two day trip condensed into a one day train ride.

Shrugging past mortals, Rose's mouth watered, as it would with so many humans around her. Smacking herself to clear her head, she made her way to her booth, if you would call it that. As she closed the sound proof door, she sighed with relief before she sank a little bit. The curtains on the far wall ruffled a little bit with the disturbance, but the still silence that came with shutting the door was almost unnerving, but she enjoyed it. Throwing her bag down onto one of the seats, Rose pulled a pillow from one of the overhead compartments. Laying down, she placed the pillow under the back of her head. Pulling Paul's gold blade from her boot. Twirling the blade over her knuckles, she caught the handle.

Looking at the blade, she smiled a little bit as she examined the detail. The silver blade was acid etched with gold inlay, of what might have been one of his own art works. The black enamel handle had silver etching on it as well, and Rose smiled a little more as she ran her finger down the blade. Unfortunately, it didn't cut. “I'll have to remedy that,” Rose said to herself. Looking over to her bag, Rose placed Paul's blade on her chest. Holding her hand out, the bag seemed to levitate on its own and float over to her hand. Setting the bag on the floor, she unzipped it and then rummaged through it. In the bottom of the bag, under the pictures, and the books, and the sketches she had drawn, Rose produced a whetstone.

Picking up Paul's blade again, Rose began to sharpen it. The train lurched forward and the soft humming of the transport going over the track could be heard coming through the floor. Tilting her head to the side for a moment, Rose pulled a black piece of paper from her art notebook. Holding it between two fingers, she ran the knife down the middle. The paper cut neatly, as if it were butter against the force of the acid etched blade, and with a satisfied smile on her face, Rose tucked the blade back into the side of her boot. Tucking one arm under the pillow, she began to stare up at the ceiling.

For the first time in a while, she was going to see the boys.

Somehow, she felt giddy inside. But there was also a sort of urgency to that feeling. Almost as if it were a foreboding of a testament that might be too hard to handle.

The sound of her booth door opening brought Rose to her senses. Looking to the door, she saw it crack open, and then a small male hand curl around the edge of it. Sitting up, she licked her lips. As the door opened up, she saw it was a young boy around the age of seven, and her heart dropped. If he were older, maybe she would take him. But he did not show the constant pressures of life yet, and he still had his whole life ahead of him. He had tuffed red hair and bright green eyes, with freckles speckling his cheeks. He was cute, to tell you the truth.

Pouting, he placed one hand to his mouth. “Can you help me? I've lost my mommy.”

Standing up, Rose sighed and nodded. Not saying anything, the young boy took her hand, wrapping his stubby little fingers around three of hers. He began leading her out of her booth, and as she made her way out into the hall, she closed the door to her booth. “What does your mommy look like, honey?” Rose asked, softly. She knew the child's name, Samuel, but she didn't want to say it, in case she would scare the poor child. He stopped, as if thinking.

“Well, she has long dark hair, and wears glasses.” He said as he looked up at Rose, a soft smile creasing his cheeks. She looked down at him and nodded. “Alright darlin', come here.” Picking Samuel up, she placed him on her hip. Walking through the hall, Rose would look through the windows of a few of the other rooms to see if there was anyone matching Sam's description of his mother. Coming to a stop, Rose tilted her head to the side as she saw a woman pacing in her booth. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail, and she was chewing on one of the ear pieces on her glasses. Perking a brow, Rose knocked on the window. The woman jumped at the sound of the knock, and then she turned and shakily opened the door to the booth. “Yes, can I – Samuel!”

Rose handed Sam over to his mother, turning to go back to her own booth. “Wait, please.” The woman called as she hugged Sam to her chest. Rose stopped, but didn't turn at the moment. “Thank you for finding Sam for me, I was so worried.”

“It's not a problem, but keep a better eye on him, hm?” Rose whispered softly. She couldn't bring herself to look at the woman, unless she wanted to kill her. And at this moment, she couldn't do that because she didn't have the resources to get rid of the body, and arrange an adoption for the child. Sighing, Rose started her way back to her small room.

Crashing back onto the couch she had deemed her bed, Rose rolled over onto her back and then shook her head. Normally she wouldn't have associated with children and their parents, and if Samuel had been an adult, his hand would have been crushed in the doorway because Rose would have kicked it closed again. Rolling her eyes, she sighed softly. Perhaps a nap would help her clear her thoughts. So, she closed her eyes and tucked one arm behind her head again.

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The train came to a slow, quiet stop, but the lurch forced Rose awake. Frowning, she rolled onto the floor. Picking herself up, she then leaned down and picked up her bag. It had apparently zipped itself back up while she was asleep, and she shrugged as she shouldered it. Opening the window, Rose opened it. Frowning again as it only opened about half way, she shoved her bag out through the window before she took a few steps back. Taking a sort of running jump toward the window, Rose dived through, not even touching the sides. As she landed, she rolled and then picked herself up yet again. Shouldering her bag for perhaps the thousandth time tonight, she ran a hand through her hair.

Now, to get to her place to put her stuff up, and to go see the boys.

That was all she cared about at the moment.

Climbing into a taxi, Rose gave the cabbie the address. Leaning back in her seat, she pulled some money from her pocket again. Sliding it through the safety glass, almost as if it were a mechanical action, Rose picked up her bag, and opened the back door even before the taxi had come to a complete stop in front of her new home. Closing the door with a slam, she ran her hand through her hair again, and the taxi behind her sped off into the night. Growling a little at the exhaust, she coughed and then licked her lips. Her new home's lights were already on, thanks to the staff that had been acquired. As she came to the front door, she planed on opening it, but it did it on it's own, and a man in pressed gray pants, and a white vest, and a black jacket stood in the doorway, the handle of the door in his hand. “Madam Rose,” he cooed as he bowed in front of her.

Perking a brow slightly, she nodded and then stepped over the thresh hold of her house. Several other mortal servants were standing in the foyer for her, and all of them bowed as she entered into the room. The butler that had opened the door for her placed his hand on her shoulder, and she tensed. Taking his hand from her shoulder, he backed away. “May I take your bag, Mistress?” Furrowing her brow slightly, Rose nodded and then handed him the duffel bag.

“Take it to my room, for me?”

He nodded and turned. Introductions would have to wait till after she got back. Rolling her shoulders she gave each of them a look. “You may be excused if you wish to go home, but I have some business to attend too. I'll be back later,” she said as she turned to the door and made her way out. She didn't know if the staff lived there with her or not, but whatever worked, she guessed.

Closing the door behind her, Rose walked down the middle of the road. If someone was going to try to come down the road, they'd have to pass her because she wasn't going to move.

Within a few minutes, the boys new home came into view. The lights were on, but from the way it looked, it looked almost as if no one were home. Going through the front gate, Rose's appearance changed. As she walked, her body began to shorten but become more muscular. Fur the color of her hair began to sprout all over her body, and a tail formed. Thankfully, her closed seemed to disappear into the transformation, and they would still be there whenever she changed back. Passing under a shadow of a tree, Rose's transformation from woman to black jaguar was complete. As she padded up the rest of the walkway, Rose huffed a little bit.

The aura coming off of the house seemed rather down trodden, dark, like a cloud at the front of a thunderstorm. Licking her whiskers as she jumped up into a tree, Rose situated herself, tail twitching slightly as she waited for the boys to pass by. Growing impatient, Rose jumped down from her limb to find one of the boys. Moving to the back door, she finally saw Gian and Dani. Laying down in a shadow, Rose put her chin on the front of her paws. Closing her eyes, she seemed to fade into the shadow she was in. Gian and Adrian were talking about something, about what, Rose didn't know. She was more concerned with why the entire household seemed to be set on a rocking pedestal that would topple over at any given second.

Through the thorough and almost deafening thoughts of the two vampires put together, Rose almost lost track of what she was looking for. What she was wondering about is why, exactly, she hadn't seen Martin running around, tormenting his brothers. One thought, from both Dani and Gian became very clear. There had been an argument on the way here on the train that the boys had jumped on, trying to get away from Rhosalind, and apparently Martin had decided to go to sleep. But this sleep was different. Seeing the image of the book that Dani and Gian had found, Rose growled mentally.

It was possible that both Gian and Dani heard the growl, because they both turned around, confused looks on their faces. Though they shrugged, it was apparent that they were slightly disturbed from what they had heard, and probably felt. Coming back to terms with what was wrong, Rose made herself appear again. In the shadow of the house, she stared at Dani and Gian through the darkness. Watching them as they made their way back to whatever part of the house they were going too, Rose made her way to the back door, where she nudged it open with her muzzle.

As soon as the light from the kitchen and dining room hit her, Rose disappeared into a wisp of what would look like smoke, or mist. Coming to the basement door, Rose slid underneath the bottom edge. Reaching the bottom of the basement, she changed back to her human form. Moving over to Martin's coffin, Rose looked over the edge, to be met with the a somber looking Martin. Sort of like Snow White, in a way. But, Martin seemed a lot more calm than Snow White could ever be.

Though it was true. Martin had entered torpor as a means of escaping the depression and the havocs of the life that he and his brothers were leading at this moment.

A draft from nowhere in particular seemed to move across Martin's still form, causing hair to blow in his face. Reaching down, Rose brushed his fiery red hair from his features. Her fingers lingered over his forehead, and she caressed his cheek with the back of her knuckles. “You look so peaceful, Kitten,” Rose cooed as she ran her hand over his hair. Leaning down, she placed a kiss on Martin's forehead. “Wake up soon Kitten, your brothers need you, no matter what happens.” Hearing footsteps overhead, Rose looked up to the ceiling as she pulled the silver Trinity necklace from her pocket. Apparently Adrian had come back from coffin digging. Letting the Trinity fall for a second, the chain tightened and then Rose let it dangle there, spinning. It was beautiful. Perhaps Martin would appreciate it more than she had, and bring him more luck than it had brought her. She leaned down, placing the chain around his neck and snapping it. Putting the charm under Martin's shirt, she snuck another quick kiss on Martin's forehead. Rose then disappeared into the shadows, and up the steps, just as Adrian would make his way down.

Thankfully no one had noticed that the back door was open yet, so Rose made yet another transformation back to her jaguar form. As she walked out, Rose's tail curled around the back door's knob, and pulled it with her, closing the back door. Anyone within the proximity would hear the door close, but they wouldn't know who closed it. They probably didn't even remember her.

Moving back around front, Rose peered into the living room. Paul was there, in black cloth pants that were tied off with a black karate belt. He wore no shirt, and his hair was tied back and braided down the back. He was concentrating on practicing his karate skills, and if Rose remembered correctly, he used to teach a class whenever he wasn't traveling. Laying down in the yard so that Paul could see her, Rose produced his gold dagger out of no where, almost as if it were pulled out her leg, Rose yawned. It was getting close to sunrise.

Normally she would have smirked at this point, because Paul had seen her. He moved over to the window. Placing one arm over the sill, his eyes locked with Rose's. 'Knick, knack, paddy-whack, give the dog a bone...' Rose chanted into Paul's mind. 'Mary had a little lamb, his fleece was white as snow...' Picking up Paul's dagger in her teeth, Rose made her way up to the porch, while keeping her eyes on him, begging him, taunting him to come out and get this, to know that he... that they, the boys were looked after. Pulling on a shirt, Paul made his way to the front door.

Placing the gold blade on the porch, Rose shook her head as she felt the blade cut her tongue. Licking at the air she growled a little bit. Hearing the door beginning to open, she placed a rose she had found on top of the blade. Darting off of the porch as Paul stepped out onto it, she turned to look at him, half way across the lawn. Sitting down in the middle of the walkway, Rose watched as Paul leaned down and picked up the blade. His eyes went wide as he untangled the rose's vine from around the blade. His face shot up, and he made eye contact with Rose, just long enough to see what he would consider a wink, before she turned and flicked her tail direction in his direction.

If Paul kept his eyes on Rose long enough, he could see her make the transformation back to her human form. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him and then winked to him again. Perhaps now, they would know that they were looked after.
Yay for Roman Numerals! :giggle:

Here is number 4 of the ones that I have a feeling that I'm going to be doing for Kriss. I hope you like it honey. :D

Cheers

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OMG! Your dialogue with Kriss was a riot! You two are having way too much fun. Loved the chapter. Great idea to give Rose morphing abilities. I was wondering why there was a picture of jag. Glad the boys have someone looking over them, too much bad stuff was happening to them.