I Buried you in 1612- The Surveyors Curse
In 1612, he couldn’t save her. In 2026, he might not want to.
Elias Thorne was a man of maps and measurements, the King’s most trusted surveyor, until the smoke of the Lancashire witch trials choked the life out of everything he loved. Catherine wasn’t a witch—she was just an innocent woman caught in the gears of a superstitious world. When Elias was turned into something monstrous that same year, he didn't see it as a curse; he saw it as a deadline. He had forever to find a way to bring her back.
For four centuries, Elias moved through the shadows of history, building an empire of wealth and dark influence. He hunted every myth, funded every occult discovery, and bled for every lead—all to find a soul that refused to return. He grew bitter, his heart hardening into the very stone of the London streets he walked. He eventually gave up on the heavens and the hells, settling into a life of cold, immortal apathy.
Then, on a Tuesday afternoon, he sees her.
She’s standing in line for coffee, wearing headphones and a denim jacket, looking exactly like the woman he watched die under a grey Jacobean sky. She has no memory of the fire, the maps, or the man who has spent four hundred years hating the world for her sake.
Now, Elias faces a choice: Walk away and let her live the peaceful life he once prayed for, or reclaim a love that doesn’t belong to him anymore. But Catherine has secrets of her own—and in the modern world, the ghosts of 1612 are finally starting to catch up.
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Chapter: Epilogue: The Master’s MeridianLondon, 2027The penthouse at the summit of the Shard did not exist on any city planning document. To the millions of souls scuttling through the streets below, the top three floors were merely a mechanical maintenance tier, perpetually shrouded in a localized "weather anomaly" of thick, silver mist.Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of aged parchment, ozone, and the sharp, metallic tang of power.Elias Thorne stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass, his reflection a sharp, predatory silhouette against the glowing grid of the city. He wore a suit of charcoal silk, his movements possessing a terrifying, unhurried grace. He no longer looked like a man haunted by a deadline; he looked like a man who had conquered time itself.Behind him, seated at a massive desk carved from a single block of obsidian, was Catherine.She was no longer the girl in the denim jacket. Her hair was swept back, revealing the faint, shimmering silver lines that traced her cheekbones—the physical manife
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Chapter: Chapter 15: The Meridian of BloodThe Void Zone opened like a wound in the reality of the London Underground. Elias and Cat stepped through the threshold, no longer the predator and his prey, but a singular, devastating force of nature.Cat had discarded her denim jacket. She wore a shift of black silk that seemed to absorb the dim light of the tunnels. Her skin was a luminescent marble, her eyes two burning cores of hazel fire. Beside her, Elias had shed his scorched rags for a fresh suit of tactical black, his fangs permanently unsheathed. The silver burns on his neck had scarred over into a jagged, metallic map of their first battle."Vane is at the epicenter," Elias whispered, his hand finding the small of her back. "The Yorkshire bunker is hidden beneath a ley line nexus that I mapped in 1610. He thinks the ancient earth will protect him.""The earth belongs to those who know its heart," Cat replied, her voice echoing with a power that made the very air vibrate.The Infiltration: Redrawing the LinesThey didn't
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Chapter: Chapter 14: The Architect of the NightThe silence of the Void Zone was absolute. It was a pocket of non-existence, a sanctuary built of stolen geography where the hum of London couldn't reach. In the center of the brass cathedral, Elias slumped against the foot of the silk-covered dais, his breath coming in ragged hitches.Cat sat up slowly. The violet glow had faded, replaced by a steady, terrifying clarity. She looked at Elias—not as the monster who had kidnapped her, but as the man who had spent four centuries being exactly what she had commanded him to be."You look confused, Elias," she said, her voice sounding like the chime of a silver bell."The Blood Sleep... you should be under for days," he rasped, his eyes searching hers. "And what you said about Pendle Hill—""I saw it. All of it." She slid off the bed, her bare feet silent on the cold glass floor. She knelt before him, her fingers tracing the silver brand on his chest through the ruins of his shirt. "You’ve spent four hundred years hating yourself for 'givin
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Chapter: Chapter 13: The Subterranean CompassThe world didn't end in a bang, but in the sound of grinding stone and the sudden, suffocating weight of wet earth.Elias Thorne clawed his way out of the rubble of the warehouse sub-basement, his lungs burning with dust and the residual sting of Vane’s harmonic frequency. His suit was a scorched rag, his skin a patchwork of healing burns, but his arms remained locked around Cat. She was limp, a terrifying weight of porcelain skin and silenced magic, held under the heavy narcotic of his Blood Sleep.Above them, he heard the muffled shouts of Syndicate guards and the hiss of flamethrowers. The warehouse was a tomb, but Julian Vane wasn't the type to leave a tomb un-excavated."Not today," Elias hissed, his voice a jagged rasp.He kicked through a weakened section of the foundation, breaking into the Victorian brickwork of the London sewer system. The air was foul—thick with the scent of waste and ancient damp—but to a surveyor, it was a highway. He knew these tunnels; he had mapped the
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Chapter: Chapter 12: The Supernova of 1612The sub-basement didn't just shake; it began to dissolve.The frequency Vane had triggered was a "harmonic resonance"—a specific vibration designed to turn the ley lines from a steady stream into a jagged, lethal blade. Because Cat was currently siphoning that power, she became the conductor."Elias!" she shrieked.Her skin began to crack, glowing white light bleeding from her pores as if she were made of glass. Above them, the warehouse started to collapse, the concrete slabs disintegrating into dust before they even hit the floor. The street level was worse; the electrical grid of the entire city block was being sucked into Cat’s gravity. Streetlights exploded in a rain of glass, and cars stalled as their batteries were drained in a heartbeat.The frequency triggered by Vane moved beyond the visible spectrum, creating a localized electromagnetic pulse centered entirely on Cat."You have to let it go, Catherine!" Elias shouted over the roar of the static."I can't! It's... it's part
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Chapter: Chapter 11: The Geometry of the SoulThe sub-basement of the warehouse was a vault of cold iron and dead air. Here, the ley lines didn't just knot; they were caged. Thick copper cables, etched with the same suffocating runes Cat had seen on the Syndicate's armor, snaked across the ceiling, siphoning the earth’s natural hum into humongous, lead-lined batteries.Cat stood in the center of the archive room. Her skin glowed with a faint, predatory moonlight. She didn't need a flashlight; her "Surveyor’s Sight" rendered the room in a spectrum of heat and history. She moved to a central pedestal where a glass case held a leather-bound book—the original 1612 journal of Catherine Watson.She shattered the glass with a flick of her obsidian talons.As she touched the vellum, the "glitches" became a flood. She wasn't just remembering; she was reliving. She felt the cold damp of the Lancaster jail. She felt the betrayal not as a suspicion, but as a physical weight."Elias says he maps the stars for us," the ink seemed to bleed off
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