The young aristocratic woman sat in her usual booth at 'Mrs Marcy's tea shop', where she had been hours earlier.
She gestured at the waitress and asked for her usual, as soon as she was gone she looked out the window seeing a thousand people going on with their day and as she looked she lost herself in thought.
Her mind wandered to the crime scene and Lord Reignalds body, and how two sharp holes in his neck were vexing her, as to the nature of their existence.
Her train of thought would be stopped by someone sitting in front of her, it was none other than her mother: Lady Diane.
Well...I take it you have read the papers?!" Her mother said as he set her purse to the side, she then swiftly looked at the server and gestured to her to bring her usual as well.
"And I take you have also embarrassed your brother and me, by poking your nose at that den of damnation…the chief of police was kind enough to let me know." Lady Diane took a good look at her child, her dark green eyes fixed on the window again, her cream skin was delicate with light makeup, as women of their position would use it.
Her blond hair was carefully brushed to the latest fashion; she had a good figure not too thin nor too chubby, but above she had a perfect posture a thing that her mother liked to see in young ladies.
"Oh Darling…" she said with a very familiar quasi-frustrated and definitely hopeful tone "I long for the day we will sit here one day and you bring me the wonderful news of a marriage proposal…" Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she decided to pay attention to her mother "and then we would talk about the perfect date for the wedding and planning the whole affair…".
Elizabeth had been accustomed to her mother's speech, hope and dreams for her at this point that she could guess the next thing coming out of her mouth would be: "and then once you are settled into your own house with your husband" she said now clearly seeing the scene in her mind "you would summon me, your mother, here to tell me you are expecting." She almost let out a tear down her eye.
Elizabeth while hating her mother's speech still loved her, so she held her hand so her mother could reach it.
They locked their hands in a tender embrace, Elizabeth gazed into her mother's eyes "mother, you know I love you" she had used that line before, Lady Diane knew they were about to do their dance of pull and push…again… "but currently I am fixated on my studies and I am more intrigued on the Mystery of the deceased Lord than to find a suitable husband."
Her tone was polite and convincing but Lady Diane was still filled with motherly concern "Elizabeth..." Her expression changed to a more pained and convened so did her tone "you don't seem to understand the world you are living in girl" her voice sounded tired as if she had thought of this conversation before and her answer to it, "it is better for a woman to marry young, the more you grow the less attractive you'll be to suitors…and you don't want to end as a spinster living in your brother's good grace."
She made a pause, her thumb caressing her daughter's "the world is hard for women and you should take all the advantages of your stature in life, your title and any of the privileges that our family money has to find yourself a comfortable future. The only way a woman succeeded in this life is by marrying rich and being content."
The tea and biscuits were served, and they broke their hold
"Mother…" Elizabeth was ready to pull once again "wouldn't you say that a woman needs to be smart so she doesn't end up marrying the wrong man? Or knowledge enough so that she doesn't get swindled or defrauded?"
Lady Diane tilted her head to the side "darling you have had any advantage in life and are educated enough not to fall for a violent man or get blindsided by a charlatan, besides your brother takes care of the financial needs of the family" her received English accent became more frustrated and indignant than ever before.
"...darling you have had all the opportunities, you studied nursing, because you convinced me that was appropriate for a woman like you…now you are studying theology, and is good to be interested in faith too…but don't mistake them for anything else than a hobby or spiritual awakening" her mother and brother agreed to them hoping she would marry a soldier, a vicar or minister, but it was clearly not Elizabeth's desire and it peeved her mother.
At this point her motherly love turned into a righteous lesson "my darling child…you don't seem to understand" she was frustrated now and with little patience for retorts from her child "a woman's place it's in a home being taken care of, being a wife and a mother, that's our lot in life."
Elizabeth understood those words, she had seen how the world worked she was not that naive, but her mother's determination for her to give up her passion was disheartening for her, but would not finish them.
After all, there were women that had broken barriers before.
The person sitting on the throne was a woman, Florence Nightingale and Mary Seacole opened the doors for a healthier life and women to help in society in a meaningful way and Lady Lovelace was now in between the circle of geniuses, all of those women and many others where making changes on the British society.
They gave her hope that she herself could be more than what people expected her to be.
"I understand mother…" she said calmly "and I am not against it: husband or children" her mother smiled once again "but I still want more, I want to learn new things, uncover mysteries and see the world. Is that so wrong?".
Lady Diane sighed, she couldn't object to any of those wants, but she knew that those wants were more aligned with what a man could archive "oh darling girl…you have my good looks, but the stubbornness you have" she said with a melancholic tone "that's from your father.".
They remained in silence for a couple of seconds, lady Diane took a sip of her tea as Elizabeth bit her biscuit "all right love, I won't pressure you right now, but you know my position on these matters…and don't delay what's inevitable love, I hate to see you alone and unhappy.".
"Thanks, mother" as they continued their Monday ritual but the flame of the mystery of Lord Reginald's unnatural death did not die but burned inside her heart and mind with a renewed strength.
If her time for freedom was to be short she had to make the most of it. And she would not let this opportunity pass.
Some of the members of the lynching mob we're now conflicted morally and emotionally knowing that they were so willing to kill a woman when the answer to their salvation was easy, simple and always in front of them.The Crisco matrimony were largely seen instigators of an unnecessary lynch and were shamed to the point of buying the newlyweds a new puzzle to start their family.Rory Thompson decided that the parcel that he wanted needed to be the one near his grandmother's cabin and He restored the small place into a home for him and Maggie in the parcel that the Crisco's offered them they grew vegetables and bread chickens and sheep.Your life was not one of luxuries but it was one of love.Any resentment that Mayor Sawyer could have had on the Thompson family was gone once his beloved daughter announced one day who was with child and he was a loving and proud grandfather.Children ran around the house and livened up the town with songs and laughter, innocent to the darkness that once
The mob walked at them with a powerful and angry pace and when the team looked backwards the Hounds were growling at them with an ready expression.Apparently Misses Crisco shared all the information with her husband and they decided to turn the entire town of Crawley against Maggie.There was no were to go and the angry contingent of people moved to them with the clear intention of harming anyone on their way to get what they want.Elizabeth didn’t know what was worse the angry mob or the supernatural creatures from hell coming after them.As the crowd got closer they started surrounding Maggie and shielding her but Nathaniel Cirsco and his wife Genysys had a way with their methods, they manage to circle around them.The hounds were blocked off, but they weren’t withdrawing either and the sense of danger increased by the second.And they were not relenting but pushing forward to try to break the circle so they could get their hands on the ‘cursed’ woman, and front time to time one o
Everyone in the room was silent, she was giving a solution that didn’t make sense to them and it was certainly not amusing the mayor Sawyer.Thomas was surprised by her words but on a quick inspection, she was right. Mayor Swayer held his daughter close “I think you better explain yourself at once'' the idea was not at all appealing to him in the slightest.His only living child eloped with the grandson of a witch, he was not going to allow that in any shape or form. Not without a very, very, very good explanation. Elizabeth extended her hands forward signalling everyone to stay in place and give her time to explain, her breath was heavy after that horse ride but she was determined to save Maggie “Thanks to Thomas's brave efforts…'' she said acknowledging her companion “we found out that Hellhounds are given a name to destroy, they can't harm innocents only the person whose name was given to him. The answer then is to change her name'' She was starting to make sense to everyone e
Elizabeth had waited for hours and the sun was threatening to completely disappear, she was worried and alone. She had paced back in forth for hours and had sat on a nearby rock too.She was scared for Thomas and the mission he had embarked on alone, he could be dead or been fragged to hell, and everything her mind could come up with was unnerving but luckily a familiar purr was heard down her leg helped her ease her down a bit, it was Claudia Martins's calico cat, Missy. She picked her up and held her in her arms and petted her holding her close to her chest.“How are you feeling miss Kitty?”. the cat meows at her as it starts moving her head in circles against her chest “You must have been very scared and alone, don’t worry I’ll take care of you so you don't have to be alone anymore''.They kept each other company until she heard the steps of someone running out of the cave and from the dark and shadowy cave Thomas Kent's image appeared, he was breathing fast and with an extremely
Elizabeth and Thomas were determined to find this cave and they decided to go prepared, crosses, holy water and anything resembling faith. If this truly was going to be a walk through the caves that lead to the pits of hell they wanted to be as close to heaven as possible.They walked up to Clauida’s house since they thought that there might be a chance that the gate to hell would be nearby.The once peaceful place was now destroyed and torn open by an angry swarm of people, in their fear-mongering minds there can be no traces of a person that called on the devil.Thomas and Elizabeth searched for hours, the grounds near the house and had even gone as far as to return to the home itself to see if the cavern was inside of it.But there was no trace of it so they started walking from it outwards to expand their search and in a couple of yards, Thomas found the dreaded entrance.There was a sombre aspect to it, while they found what they needed deep down they didn’t want to believe that
A quick envoy to Murrey would alert The Society to the most basic of information about the events of the last night and urged them to go directly to the mayor's house.The pair of detectives walked to the Sawyer house to find a congregation of familiar faces as soon as they crossed the threshold of the house.Sitting on the Sofa you could see Genysys Crisco with a cup of tea in hand looking both angry and upset, Rory Thompson resting against the wall in the corner, his body language was one of not wanting to draw attention. Lucas Sawyer was standing behind his daughter in a protective stance with a concerned look in his eyes, Maggie had a tired and pained expression this was waying on her heavily. The Reverend of Crawley was also there, bible in hand in his full attire, with holy water in one of his pockets pacing around the room.Elizabeth and Thomas took steps closer to them and when they finally found the courage they finally spoke “What happened? Tell us, and spare no detail”Th