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Post by Christina Heather MacLeod on Jul 12, 2009 15:56:39 GMT -5
Heather walked down the dark and gloomy street of Volterra. It was about eleven in the evening and Heather was coming back from a mission. She still hadn’t found Connor. She had on blue jeans and a brown shirt that hung off her left shoulder. She also had on a silver Celtic Cross necklace and her Claddagh wedding band.
That was a gift from Connor. She could still smell Connor as if he was close by her. She saw what looked like Connor walking down the street a head of her. Heather thought about it and started to follow the man. She wished that it was her Connor she had lost so many years ago. She had not seen him since the day he went to war.
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Post by Shawn Connor MacLeod on Jul 13, 2009 19:45:39 GMT -5
Shawn has just been out hunting and had feasted on a delicious morsel of a woman that had been a rather good dancer. He licked the blood from his lips as he ran a hand through his long blonde hair. He picked up his ringing cell phone. "MacLeod." he answered softly as he walked down the street toward the Castle. "No son you cannnot move a human girl into our house in forks! I don't care how much you think you love this girl son, she does not come anywhere near our house until two things happen. The first is that she is your wife, the second is she becomes one of us. That's final! I mean it Connor Michael MacLeod that's my final word on the subject!" He slammed his phone shut and cursed on his native gaelic.
He growled softly, his son was going to drive him insane. He put his phone in his picket and lit a cigarette adopting the slow sluggish walk of the humans nearby, blending in as he'd always done. His mind was on his son and his misadventures in life and he didn't realize that he was being followed.
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Post by Christina Heather MacLeod on Jul 13, 2009 20:19:51 GMT -5
Heather heard the name MacLeod then he said Connor Michael MacLeod. She knew it had to be Connor her lost love. She quickly walked faster up to him and touched his shoulder. "Connor MacLeod my love. I have been looking for you." She said standing there looking right at him as a small gust of wind came up.
She hopped that he would remember her. She needed to tell him what happen last five and a half centuries. Why she never came looking for him sooner. There own maker kept her from Connor. She had just only got away from him. Her eyes showed how empty she was without Connor around her.
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Post by Shawn Connor MacLeod on Jul 14, 2009 7:09:45 GMT -5
Shawn had been lost in thought and wasn't expecting to be spoken to or touched. He jumped, surprised at the sudden contact and the voice of someone who had been dead for over 500 years. He turned around and blinked, shaking his head to see if he was dreaming. He had to be dreaming, the anniversary of her death was coming up soon and she had been much in his thoughts. Then he heard her words again. She had said "My Love." No one had spoken those words to him since Allondra died. And he wasn't sure he was ready to hear them again if ever.
"Hello Heather, funny you should show up after five and a half centuries of me and our son thinking you were dead. Maybe you are dead, maybe I'm just loosing my mind." He put his hands to his head. "You disappear or fake your death or whatever for five hundred and fifty years and then show up out of nowhere and expect me to act like everything's ok and just run into your arms and forget that I've been lighting a candle for you on your birthday every year for the last five and a half centuries. Well I'm sorry Heather, if you even are Heather, it just doesn't work that way. Furthermore, you can't be Heather because Heather would never have left me to raise our only living child alone!" he said in an even, emotionless voice as he backed away from her.
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Post by Christina Heather MacLeod on Jul 15, 2009 22:44:28 GMT -5
Heather was shock by Connor’s words. She then remember a paper that it had Christian's signature stating all the years he had her named changed. She handed the paper to Connor. “Please look at this Connor it will explain what happen. And why I couldn’t find you all the years.” She said softly to him. She then pulled out other piece of paper that she ripped from Christian's journal that tells about how he changed her memory.
She handed that to him. She had just got her memory after being hit over the head. She hopped that Connor would see Christian's journal and believe the truth she is telling him. She looked at him as the wind started to die down. She missed him so much. She hated want Christian did to her by changing her memory. She knew Christian would come after her to take her back to be with him. She didn’t want to be with Christian She want to be with Connor her love.
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Post by Shawn Connor MacLeod on Jul 16, 2009 5:04:16 GMT -5
Shawn grabbed the papers from her and read them. He read how that evil conniving vicious little leech had taken his wife, faked her death and forced him to raise their son alone. He read how he'd modified her memory in much the same way his own had been modified to forget Allondra and their son Christian. He even read how his former father-in-law Louis had informed Christian of the happy birth and that as the boy's godfather he had been named after his father's maker. He growled in anger. "That fiend robbed Mike and I of you! After four and a half centuries of mourning you I remarried the mother of my son Christian. I've just recently become a widower for the second time or so I thought. I just can't believe this!"
He hit a nearby wall. "And exactly what do I tell Mike, Heather? He has no memory of you. "Mother" is to him just somebody we go and light a candle in church for every November 12th. The only mother he's ever known is Allondra who just died. Tell me what do I tell him, and Christian my son?"
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