Cecy Hamilton (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} saintcecily) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inshadowfalls,@ 2010-06-23 18:18:00 |
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What: Memories
When: June 23rd
Where: A cemetery in England
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Cecy walked through the gates of the cemetery and made her way along the familiar path. She could almost do it with her eyes closed by now. It was her 330th visit to the grave site. Her first actually being weeks after their deaths. Every other followed on the actual date. June 23rd. Every year.
She stopped and closed her eyes, taking in a breath of the humid air. Once her eyes reopened, she started walking again toward the old part of the cemetery. It was the part that remained unchanged for the last couple hundred years. It was the part that her husband was buried in and her own grave lay empty. They never questioned why her body was never found. She had seen the papers. She had heard the talks. It was assumed the murderer--who was never actually caught--had taken her dead body away.
He hadn't. She'd woken up in her own home. Her husband's body was still there. She left, knowing she could never see her family again. She could never say goodbye to her parents. She could never do the things they had planned for her. She was no longer a human. She was a thing they would despise if they knew it existed. She could never let them see her body again.
She approached a grave with one large headstone, covering the span for two bodies. Such a waste. Cecily Hamilton Moyer and Alexander Moyer Below their names had their respective birth dates and their date of death. Her fingers traced along the names. The very last day she ever referred to herself as Cecily was June 22nd in the year 1680. Most people didn't even know what Cecy was short for now.
Actually, only one person did.
She shivered. Did he know that she came here every year? Was he here now? She looked around, seeing no movement but plenty of hiding places. Her eyes closed as they welled up with tears. She turned back to face the grave. "I am so sorry, Alexander," she whispered softly. "You didn't deserve to die so young." He had only been a few years older than she was. He had a whole life ahead of him, heirs to pass on his knowledge to. She had never even produced an heir.
All of the talk of babies in Shadow Falls made that hit so much closer to home. She wanted one more than she had in her entire time as a vampire. She wanted a baby almost as much as she had when she was alive.
She was so different, then. She had been so naive. So trusting. And now... she refused to let anyone close. She refused to let anyone believe she was still capable of feeling.
It was a good thing Avery couldn't see her now. Somehow, she felt that the younger vampire would lose respect for her sire if she saw how easily the tears flowed.