| Hellmouth: Summers Under Siege |
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| 08:30am 28/11/2003 |
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mood:  calm
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“Something’s coming.”
“More like still here.” I rolled my eyes as the bug planted in the house fed the conversations into our headsets. Most of us had been stationed in the neighborhood for hours, so that the imp would be well rested to open the return portal.
Myself, I’d been one of the last to arrive. I came with #472, #797, and our commanding officer, the man we only knew as Max. We were waiting until everyone was in the house, so we could take it out in one sweep.
I glanced up at Max as he began giving orders. As the others headed stealthily for the house, he nodded at me and he tapped the mini camera attached to the comm head set that was sitting on the black balaclava covering his face.
Reaching up to my own, I pressed an almost invisible button on it. I hated the masks. They were suffocating, no matter what they were made of. “You rang, sir?”
“Let the others do the work.” Max said. “You’re here to observe.”
“Yay for me.” I replied. “What about #472 & #797?”
“The vampire will be forced to concentrate on #472. The chip prevents him from attacking humans.” Max paused briefly. “If the witch gets too rowdy, send in #797.”
I nodded. “And the slayer?”
“She’s good. But #472 can deal with her.”
“Not if the vampire takes her out.” I muttered.
Max chuckled. “If it comes close to that.. Feel free to use your firearms.”
“Ooh. Fun.” I watched as Max followed his team, and I leaned against the tree with a wry smirk. I checked my sniper rifle, clicked the safety off, and waited.
The sky began to lighten slightly between the cracks of the heavy clouds, signaling the sun’s wake up call… and the windows of the house shattered as the tear gas was tossed into the home.
I clicked another switch on my headset and a small holo screen covered my eyes like a pair of sunglasses. I could see everything the troops were seeing by switching camera views at each button press or a vocal command.
As the inhabitants of the house stumbled out, the vampire included, most likely out of instinct, Max cried out an order.
And the troops fell in.
I watched in awe as #472 howled as she bounded into the foray. She headed straight for the Summers girl, only to be jumped from behind by the vampire. The two began their struggling and Summers fled.
Everyone seemed to be carrying a weapon, and I tapped the image changer to get a look at everyone.
The seers were looking out of place, but Chase looked willing enough to put up a fight. The younger ex Watcher barely left her side as he struggled with a couple of Max’s men. He was nearly taken out, until the Pretender brought a mace down on one’s back.
I hissed. I snapped my comm link on. “Talbot, grab Randall and retreat.”
Talbot was caught between the three, so he grabbed Chase and pulled out his magnum, aiming it to her head. “You think I’m afraid to die or something?”
“No.” I said calmly. “But Randall is injured and we aren’t leaving any one behind. You know that. Now grab him and fall back.”
Talbot was pissed, you could tell by his body language, but he released Chase, and brought the hilt of his weapon down on the back of her neck, knocking her out. He fired a couple of warning shots at the other two, before grabbing Randall and fleeing.
I switched visuals again and took notice of how everyone was fighting, and no one was getting anything done. I frowned as a couple of the men were thrown across the yard by Rosenberg and her magic.
“You bastards!” She cried out, her fury evident. “Bring me back Tara!”
There was movement next to me and I nodded curtly. “Do it.”
Rosenberg was in a full on rage as I worked my way over to get a close personal look at things. Her eyes were ablaze and as some of the troops fired on her, her hand flew up, palm forward and the darts rippled into the air before simply falling onto the lawn. Then the witch pointed at a pair of troops trying to sneak up behind the Slayer.
“En--” Her incantation faltered as #797’s hand clamped over her wrist. The redhead’s eyes went wide in hope. “Tara?”
#797, once known as Tara, smiled softly, her eyes glazed over and empty. “Sleep.”
Rosenberg’s eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed into #797’s arms.
The slayer drop kicked another soldier. “NO! Xander! Get over there!”
Xander, who had been struggling with a soldier of his own glanced up. “WILLOW!!” Being distracted, the soldier swung at him, only to have the ex-demon swing at him with a sword, forcing him to dodge or die. He dodged of course.
Xander started rushing towards the two witches, but Max quickly intervened and ushered the two of them off before he could get close. Xander let out a frustrated cry. He glanced around and plucked a rifle off the ground from one of Max’s own men. He aimed it like he knew how to use it.
Bang.
He cried out and dropped it in shock, before spinning around. He grasped his wounded shoulder as his eyes locked on me. I lowered my rifle and gave him a mocking salute. It was merely a graze, and he’d heal, but it made my point. No gunplay for them.
I smiled as I headed for a better spot to 'observe'.
~Ops Observer |
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| Bad bad, pretty pretty.. |
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| 04:56pm 30/12/2002 |
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Shame shame, poor little Celia..
Cry cry.. scream like Mama..
All alone, poor little Celia..
No more blood.. no more fun...
Daddy's mad..
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Lillian was annoyed. These.. children, wanted to stop them.
Ruin HER break.
Well, she'd have to show them.
The woman smiled, "Celia, darling, do put the gun down."
Celia blinked, but complied. "Ok." She began humming a soft tune.
Xander reached for the gun, but found himself thrown through the fragile wall and into the next room.
He looked up as he struggled to get up. Lillian strolled forward, Tara still in one hand. "Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
"That your house has shoddy craftsmanship." He replied.
Lillian sneered and tossed Tara onto Xander. They both let out shouts, but at least they were alive.
For now.
"We do not have time for this." Lillian said calmly. "Celia, grab the Key."
There was no answer.
"Celia!" Lillian turned around to see Celia frozen in place. The girl's eyes were locked on the figure that stumbled out of the shadows.
"Mama?" She whimpered and the gun slipped from her grasp.
Celia's mother stepped into the light, her bloated corpse covered in cuts and bruises, her jaw half torn off. Her eyes were a sickly puffy yellowish white. She stumbled towards Celia, and the girl screamed and ran out of the room. Her mother shambled after her.
Lillian snarled in annoyance. "Damn that fool pretender." She turned back to Xander and Tara, who had untangled each other and were on their feet. "Do stay put. I wouldn't want you to miss the show."
There was a gun shot fired and Lillian growled and grabbed her shoulder. She spun around to see Miss Parker standing there, holding her gun in a shaky grip.
"No one tosses me around like a fucking rag doll, bitch." Parker emptied the clip into Lillian's chest, causing the woman to stumble away from Tara and Xander, who quickly joined Miss Parker.
She stared at the blood covering her lovely dress, and her eyes flashed a fiery red. "I did like this dress." A flick of her wrist sent all three of them flying.
Parker groaned. "I'm getting sick of this town already."
"Oh this is pretty normal." Xander said. "Be glad you don't live here."
"XANDER!! TARA!!" Dawn screamed.
They sat up in time to see Dawn being dragged away by Lillian.
Spike was on his feet by then and chased after them, only to be stopped by an invisible barrier.
"Bloody hell, how many damn tricks do they have?"
"Who gives a fuck." Parker snapped as she got up. "That bitch is going to die."
"She already dead." Tara explained. "Well, sort of."
"I don't care if she thinks she god himself." Miss Parker sneered and reloaded her gun. "I'm blowing her fucking head off."
There was a soft moan as Cordelia finally came too, causing Xander to rush over to her.
"Oh god.." The vision girl whispered. "We're going to burn."
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Mama hurt Celia.
Mama make Celia cry.
Cry cry.. die die.. the blood is all mine...
~Celia |
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| Key to unlock.. |
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| 03:44pm 10/11/2002 |
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mood:  scared
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Silly.
They cry.
They whimper.
They make Daddy happy.
So proud so proud!
Good Celia he tells me!
Edy tells Celia she's proud too.
I don't hear mama now.
Don't like that.
Thought I would, but I don't...
But mama can't hurt Celia.
Not now.
Not ever.
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Lillian watched the clock in annoyance.
A pity her little Celia had used her wish quota already.
This would be over with. Done.
And Lillian would be the star she was meant to be, while Lillith remained trapped in her prison.
"Edy!"
Lillian smiled sweetly as Celia came skipping over, her hands drenched in blood. "What is it my sweet princess?"
Celia beamed like a child at that, which made her adult face look even more evil. Then her smile curved into a pout. "Norman's friend Cordelia won't play!"
"Did you untie her?"
"No."
"Good girl. You know you can't untie her. She's for Norman."
Celia nodded. "It's Daddy's reward for him. Right?"
"Indeed. Norman has been such a good boy, that your Daddy decided to reward him. Like he did you."
The young woman nodded again. "Ok." Her eyes flickered to the other room where her mother's body had been. "Celia doesn't hear mama any more..."
Lillian's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Norman.. Dead things walk, eat and maim eat and maim!"
"I see." Lillian flashed a serene smile at Celia. "Don't worry, my sweet. How about we go and talk to Daddy?"
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Noises.. quiet..
All around...
No more Mama screaming.
No more Mama hurting.
Just Mama moving...
~Celia |
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| More fun, more fun... |
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| 03:33am 12/10/2002 |
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mood:  crazy
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Run run..
Scream he did. Oh so fun.
Edy laughed and laughed..
Daddy says it's time.
Norman and Lilith are home now.
Great big happy family we are now.
Lure the key. Set Daddy free!
Make them scream, make them suffer!
Hurt the Lion.
Lion likes Anne.
Take away Anne.
Make the Lion hurt.
Daddy does it so well.. so many of the Lion's hearts are all screaming and writhing.. burn burn burn!!!
Time for Anne.
Or maybe.. little Anne.
Daddy wants her.
Wants them both.
Summers over... Fall is here!
Leaves are red.. blood dripping..
Shut up mama! Shut up!!
Still screaming at poor Celia. Leave Celia alone Mama!
Just want to be a good girl..
Make Daddy proud.
I will!
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Celia painted on the wall in content as she listened to Edy's soft voice sing to her.
"Well that's just the most breathtaking picture I've ever seen."
The young woman grinned widely as she turned to the doorway. Standing there was Norman a small bag in one hand and his mask in the other.
She squealed in delight. "Daddy said you'd come! You'll help right? Celia and Norman play with Willow and set Daddy free!"
Norman set his things down and sat in an old rocking chair and placed 'Lilith' on the table next to Edy. "A tree? Why would I play with a tree?"
Celia giggled and continued to paint. "Willow is Celia's friend. She's fun. Taught Celia fun things and helped paint the wall." She waved at the wall and sighed. "Not enough. Need more."
"Where's your mother?" Norman said in a voice that sounded strangely sane.
"Mama's in there." Celia pointed to the closet and shook her head. "Mama won't shut up. Scream and scream but won't shut up!"
Norman got to his feet and headed for the door. He grinned and pulled it open.
A body toppled to the floor, covered in bruises, her face sunken in and trapped in a tragic pose. Flesh seemed to be peeled of her body in random places and where her eyes should have been, were just two empty holes.
"Eyes?"
Celia stopped her painting and looked up at the ceiling, a soft smile on her face. "Eye scream."
Norman burst out laughing and left the body on the floor as he wandered to his bag. He opened it up and pulled out a bucket.
Celia squealed. "Presents!"
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More for the wall! More for the wall!
Painted I did while Norman told me what he did.
Daddy's proud of us.
Gonna make more scream.
Left a present for Anne.
Let them wonder.
Bring them here they will.
Gotta set Daddy free.
Made another wish today.
Wished for Edy...
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Edy had stopped her singing as Norman spoke. She looked at Norman as she slid off the table, the tragedy mask in her hand.
Lillian 'Edy' Edmund's dark hair fell to the floor as she toyed with the mask.
She walked over to Celia and traced a pale white finger onto the wet wall. Removing her finger, Lillian stared at the blood closely before placing the finger between her crimson lips and sucking the blood off.
She smiled and the tear drop of crystal on her cheek shimmered.
"We need more, sweetheart."
~Celia |
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| New Toy New Toy! |
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| 03:41am 25/09/2002 |
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mood: giggly
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Willow and I went to play...
Made a mess at a daycare center we did.
Painted the walls oh so pretty.
Fed Willow and Edy well.
Then They tried to ruin our fun.
Not fair not fair.
Tracking poor Celia down like that.
They came for me. But they didn't know about Willow. Or Edy.
Or Daddy.
Found them in our house we did...
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Celia stepped one foot in the door when she heard Edy whispering...
3. They want you... Take them...
The young woman giggled and began to plan her next wishes, only to have the sultry voice interrupt her thoughts.
Alive.. they could be of use...
Celia sighed and whispered to Willow about their guests.
The vampire snorted. "Alive? Where the fuck is the fun in that?"
"Dunno.." Celia trailed off with a sigh. "Can still make em scream though. Right?"
Willow's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Well that's a plus."
The two whispered briefly before Willow headed towards the back entrance of the house and Celia stepped inside the front door with an innocent smile...
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They screamed. Oh yes they did.
Thought they'd hurt Celia for a stupid bump in. Didn't know you can't hurt Celia. No. Been hurt worse.
Stupid.
Holes are fun.
Made a few in the leader. Cried he did.
Others got away..
Not fair not fair.
But they saw us play with him first.
Afraid they are.
Run away run away.. cry! Scream!!
Gonna come to you in your dreams we will.
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Warren, Jonathan and Andrew waited in the small closet beneath the stairs.
"Is she here yet?" Jonathan whined.
Andrew rolled his eyes. "Stop asking that!"
Warren held up his hand with a hiss. "Shh! I heard something!"
He peered through a small hole in the door and watched as Celia skipped into the room. She shut the door behind her and walked over to the wall across from the closet door and pulled out a small bag and dipped her hand in it. Then she pulled out the red covered hand and pushed it hard on the wall, leaving a red hand print.
Celia giggled and continued to repeat as the trio snuck out of the closet.
Warren reached for her and she spun around, her eyes shining and her hand still drenched in blood.
"Want to paint with me?" She cooed. She reached out at the stunned trio and stoked a finger against Warrens face, leaving a trail of blood on his cheek.
She held the finger to her lips. "Shh. Daddy says you've been naughty. Thinking you're so tough. So bad." Her face darkened. "Not bad! Stupid! Daddy says you shouldn't have had bad thoughts about Celia. Says your ego is too big."
"And boys with big egos.." Willow said as she stepped behind the boys and grabbed Warren in a headlock. She licked his neck and took a taunting nibble. "Need to be taught lessons."
Warren tried to remain cool, "Y..you think you can hurt me?" He let out a cocky laugh. "You don't know who you're messing with!"
Willow drove a nail into his flesh so deep it bled, "No. YOU don't know who YOU'RE messing with." She smiled and stared at the boys as her games face appeared. "Dumb fucks are always like that."
Celia giggled as she pulled out a knife from a wrist sheath. She began digging small holes in his arm as his companions watched in morbid awe.
Warren whimpered at each twist and finally getting bored, Celia stabbed him in the palm with the knife, driving it in all the way to the hilt.
He screamed.
His friends fled.
And the girls laughed.
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Daddy likes to watch us play.
Says the screams make him proud.
Soon Daddy. I'll find the one.
Will Anne do? Will the Lion?
Don't know, don't know... Norman would know.
Smart one.
Edy says he's having fun too.
Fun fun fun...
Toy is still alive. Daddy wants him to stay that way.
Says if he learns his lesson, he can help.
Maybe, maybe.
Hope not.
Don't like him.
Wanna let Willow eat him.
But Daddy says no.
Gonna go make new holes in him now.
Got a box of nails...
Play time...
~Celia |
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| So wet and messy... |
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| 05:52am 07/09/2002 |
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mood: pleased music: 45 Grave - Partytime
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Stupid Anne. She got away.
Made me mad. Made Daddy mad.
Daddy and Edy wanted her.
I'll get her Daddy! You'll see!
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Celia watched across the street of the Summers' home, her hands clutching Edy tightly.
"Gonna make Daddy proud. Keep Daddy happy."
She was ready to go in when something caught her eye.
A demon was stalking the streets of Sunnydale as if he feared nothing.
Make him afraid...
Celia grinned. There would be another day for Anne.
Edy wanted a new treat.
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Demon.. never fed Edy a demon before.
Followed him to Anne's basement I did.
He made such a pretty mess.. wet everywhere.
Not a noise heard from above.
Silent screams.. lots of fun.
Mama yelled too.
Stupid Mama.
I painted another picture. Decorated the hallway after they left.
Special one too.
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The demon managed to sneak into the basement after the slayer left the house.
Celia stepped into the kitchen carefully, seeing no one she followed the beast.
Apparently he was going to wait for the slayer until she came back.
Celia smiled. Edy wanted him to be afraid.
The demon growled as soon as Celia reached the bottom step.
He was vocal about his intent to kill her, but the girl merely smiled as mirth danced in her eyes.
He lunged toward her... and she grabbed his wrist easily and shoved the mask onto his face.
The demon stumbled backwards, clutching the mask as he tried to rip it off.
Darkness filled the room and Celia was the only one who could see the mayhem.
Skeletal shapes marched out of the shadows, barbed tipped spears clutched in their fleshless hands. One by one they began stabbing, twisting, cutting...
And Celia giggled gleefully each time one struck.
The skeletons faded back into the shadows and a lone figure walked forward. She was beautiful, cold, deadly. Her eyes were like ice, her skin the finest porcelain. Below her right eye sat a tear drop of crystal. Her crimson lips were pulled back in a dark smile, a hint of fang showing between them. Her black hair was loose and fell to her ankles and swished with her form fitting gown as she walked over to the demon.
Edy's smile grew wider as she leaned towards the beast as he struggled pitifully against the bonds of darkness.
She caressed the mask once before placing a kiss on it's mouth. The demon let out a scream of agony as she drained his life dry.
Edy stepped away from him and the mask fell to the floor as the demon's lifeless body fell to the floor, blood pooling around him.
The two women shared a smile and Edy entered the shadows once more...
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Edy liked him.
Made him scream and scream!
No one heard.
Darkness muffled him good.
Edy wants more.
I gotta make Edy happy.
Gotta make Daddy happy.
Painted such a pretty picture for Anne. So pretty.
Left leftovers in their fridge too.
Meats meat and we all gotta eat!
Mama keeps screaming at me.
I hate you Mama! I hate you!
I wish Edy was my Mama. Edy loves me.
Can't make that wish.
Daddy says not yet.
I bring Daddy home and he'll let Edy be my Mama.
Gonna make Daddy happy I will.
Gotta look for a toy.
Maybe wish for one.
Gotta make a wish today!
Edy's so happy.
Daddy's not mad anymore.
Edy's happy, Daddy's happy, gonna go play with Willow and make a wish!
We'll all be happy!!!
Willow said she'd break in sun... maybe she'd like to wish she wouldn't.
Stupid sun. Daddy will fix you too.
Growl.
Gonna go play!
~Celia |
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| Of wine and gifts. |
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| 05:02pm 01/09/2002 |
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By the flickering candle light there could be seen a diningroom table set for two. Two fine china plates set across the table from one another. Two fine crystal wine glasses sat beside the plates.
Norman didn’t believe his ‘date’ was much of a drinker but in romance as well as in comedy, setting and timing was everything.
Norman came in from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and carefully poured himself and his date a glass. Raising the glass, Norman smiled and toasted his date. Taking a sip of the wine he then leaned forward in his chair and said. “Let’s talk about us.”
Across the table from Norman, revealed in the candle light was . . . A empty chair. Sitting on the table in front of the empty chair however was propped the laughing comedy mask.
The only light in the apartment was the candles on the table and by their flickering light the shadows in the eyeholes of the mask seemed to undulate and shift as if they were alive.
“You know, I was almost ready to give up.” Norman said in a conversational manner to the mask. “I mean I have been sending gifts to the folks back home and haven’t heard a thing from them. No one has come to laugh or applaud my feats of comedy. There are no audiences to roar with laughter or yell encore encore. Just silence.” Norman’s usual smiling face sagged into a frown.
He looked back over at the mask in the candlelight. “But then you talked to me! You told me how you loved my little jokes and that there was another person watching me and ‘enjoying’ my comedy. A sweet girl by the name of Cordelia. And once again the comedy has meaning!”
Norman sat back and sipped at his wine again. Leaning forward he addressed the mask again. “Will you not talk to me once again? Tell me more of this Cordelia. Tell me if the folks back home ever got my thoughtful gifts of laughter and if they have enjoyed them? Tell me! Please!”
Norman continued to stare at the mask but then frowned in the silence of the room. He was beginning to think he might be as crazy as the people in the mental institute said he was.
Suddenly the silence of the room was broken by a hoarse but still recognizable whisper of a female voice from the mask.
”Yes. The folks back home have received your ‘gifts’ and have sent a woman named Miss Parker to hunt you down. Avoid her! She is too dangerous. Cordelia sees your comedy acts in visions. They cause her much pain and torment.”
Norman practically clapped his hands in joy. Not only for the fact that the mask had talked to him once again but also the fact that out there somewhere was a audience for his comedy. Remembering his manners Norman asked the mask in a polite way. “Can you tell me what I should call you? Oh! And where this Cordelia lives? I so wish to send her a little gift to show my appreciation.” Reaching down, he picked up a gift box from the shadows under the table and sat it on the table in the light. It was obviously the gift box that he stored the last severed head in.
“You may call me Lilith.” The voice faintly hissed from the mask. It then preceded to tell Norman where Cordelia lived.
Norman his eyes glittering in the candle light made plans to ship his new ‘fan’ her gift and who knows? Maybe someday collecting her so she could witness his great comedy feats in person?
-Norman |
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| Pretty pretty fun. |
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| 08:34am 27/08/2002 |
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I had to drag her to the couch I did.
Mama kept screaming at me. Says I'm bad. Says my new friend is bad.
Says we'll burn.
Daddy says the same thing. Only Daddy makes it seem fun.
Edy said my friend needed blood. So I went and got some.
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Celia sat on the swing humming a nursery rhyme.
"Cree craw, toad's foot..."
"Whatcha singin'?"
The insane woman smiled at the little boy who had heard her song. "It's a secret. Daddy says it's important."
The little boy tilted his head and stared at her. "Why?"
"Because." Celia stood up and began walking away.
"Where are you going?" The boy asked as he trailed behind her.
"My new friend needs a special gift. Would you like to help me give it to her?"
His gaped tooth smile confirmed what Edy was whispering to her. "Okay!"
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Blood blood every where... not a drop left to spare...
Her name is Willow.
Mama says she's a demon.
But mama says I'm a demon.
I'm not. I'm Daddy's little girl.
I'm special.
No one can hurt me.
Not you mama. Not anyone. I wished for that too...
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Celia sat in her antique rocking chair and caressed the mask in her lap. She giggled as her gift struggled with the bonds she'd placed him in and watched with that same gleam of innocence and insanity that danced in her eyes.
Willow opened her eyes and eyed the young women briefly before spotting the boy. Her dangerous eyes filled with curiosity.
"A gift." Celia giggled and spoke in a lilting voice. "Edy and Daddy say you need food. So I went to market."
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Mama screamed.
He screamed too.
They all scream.
I cry... and I laugh.
And Daddy tells me it's all for him.
He says he's proud.
Daddy loves me.
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The vampire finished her meal with relish before turning to Celia.
"Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck am I doing here?" Willow growled. She reached out to grab Celia by the throat but found herself thrown across the room my an unseen force.
For what no one knew was that Celia was permanently surrounded by a field of protection. Anything meaning her harm reflected back on the attacker, bounced off, backfired, or simply vanished.
Celia giggled. "Bad friend. Naughty to try and hurt Celia. Can't hurt me. Daddy made sure." She stood up and skipped over to the vampire who was getting to her feet. "Been hurt enough. Made a wish to never hurt. And Daddy makes wishes come true."
"Yeah, I get that." Willow said in a bored tone and returned to her angelic face.
"I wanted a friend. Daddy sent me you." Celia's psychotic smile grew wider. "We can play together."
Willow growled. She was getting annoyed at the cryptic ramblings and was tempted to try and snap the girl's neck.
Celia's eyes lit up. "Daddy wants to meet you!!"
She grabbed the vampire's wrist and dragged her in front of the mirror she had toppled out of.
Willow wrenched her hand free with a hiss, but found herself staring into the dark and empty mirror.
The darkness gave way and a shadow could be seen. Horns.. red eyes.. cloven hooves.
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Daddy told her she can play all she wants.
Has to be nice to me.
He told her who he was.
She didn't believe him. Taunted him she did.
Naughty Willow!!!
He made her hurt. Like no one ever could.
Daddy is a Prince! A king!
Treat him with respect.
That makes me a princess.
Daddy said to play nice with his little girl.
I'm special.
He said she can find a new puppy.
I had a puppy.
Mama yelled at me cause I left his insides in her cookie jar.
Mama didn't like that.
So I punished cousin Billy for Mama's yelling.
He was funny. He screamed and screamed and screamed.
I made a pretty picture for Mama with him on her wall, but she just screamed again.
She hit me. Beat me good.
Can't hurt me now Mama! I hurt you! I made you scream again and again!
But she won't shut up.
Body won't move, but the voice won't stop...
"Devil's child you are! Spawn of Satan!! You'll burn in his kingdom!!"
No Mama. You burn first. Daddy makes sure of that.
Poor Mama. Poor Janice.
They all burn. All for Daddy.
And one day I'll set Daddy free.
Just you wait Daddy.
We'll get Willow a puppy! We'll play nice!
We'll make you proud!
I'll set you free!!
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| 06:21am 20/08/2002 |
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Celia is a bad girl, Celia is a bad girl...
Daddy says I'm good.
Mama still screams that I'm bad.
But Mama can't talk any more. She doesn't move. She lays there all wet.. and red.
Daddy says its okay and that's she's quiet now.
But that's not true. I can still hear Mama.
Mama's mad.
I made a friend today. So nice. So sweet.
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Young Janice didn't know what she was doing when she started talking to the quiet young girl on the street bench while waiting for her ride.
She wasn't sure why, but she felt a need to talk to her.
The girl was pale, with dark hair that fell to her shoulders. Dressed all in black, she looked like a gothic styled porcelain doll.
"Aren't you hot in all of that?" Janice asked her.
The girl smiled and rocked herself in the seat. "Don't get hot no more. Daddy says it's a gift. Don't feel cold either."
Janice shrugged at the nonsense, but felt the need to introduce herself. "I'm Janice."
"Celia." Celia smiled at her, and Janice felt herself shiver.
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I let her try on my mask.
So tragic. So sad.
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Celia kept smiling as she told Janice about what she found. It didn't take much to convince the young girl to follow her into the alley.
After all, it was only going to take a minute.
Janice watched Celia as the doll like young woman pulled out a lace covered object. She unwrapped the black lace and inside sat a beautiful white mask. It's eyes were set in a sad fashion and it's mouth turned downward in a typical, almost comic, frown.
Celia held it up. "Got this from a friend of Daddy's, long time ago." She handed it to Janice. "Daddy says you get whatever you want when you wear it."
"Kind of like a good luck charm?" Janice asked as her fingers travelled over the white face.
"Mhm." Celia nodded. "You can try it if you want."
Janice shrugged. "Cool."
Celia's little smile grew fiendish as Janice placed the mask on her face.
Janice felt herself shiver again, and she realized something was very wrong. The alley had gone dark, almost pitch black. And all she could see was Celia's porcelain skin in the shadows.
Her chest tightened and she couldn't breathe. Janice whimpered, unable to scream, and then she felt the pain.
Out of the darkness something lashed out at her. She felt the searing pain as something dug its way into her flesh. Then it vanished.. only to stab her again somewhere else.. repeatedly...
She couldn't see. She couldn't even hear anymore. The darkness was one big block of her senses and she felt herself crying from beneath the mask.
Then she realized it wasn't just tears falling from her face...
The pain lasted for what seemed like hours when she finally felt herself take that final breath.. Janice hoped the pain was over as darkness claimed her mind...
And her soul screamed as she found herself surrounded by flames...
Janice's body fell to the pavement as Celia watched, a gleeful smile on her face. She skipped over to the body, deftly removed the mask and stared at her latest tribute.
What was left of Janice's face, was placed in the same frozen tragedy state that the mask was in.
Celia giggled and skipped out of the alley, leaving the girl in her own blood.
She wanted to talk to daddy.
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She talked about her friend.
I want a friend.
Daddy says I have him.
Mama says I have no one.
I want a friend.
Make a wish...
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Celia stood in front of her mirror. It was pretty, oval shaped, and made of gold, or rather a cheap knock off.
She caressed the mask lovingly with a sigh. She smiled as she placed the mask on her face and an instant later, she felt the power rushing through her like a waterfall.
So much power. Celia could do almost anything.
But only once per gift for Daddy.
It was a fair trade.
She could have anything.
Celia wanted a friend.
She closed her eyes...
The mirror shined, and Celia's eyes opened long enough to see her Daddy in his glory...then he faded and another figure took his place.
The mask fell off Celia's face as the figure fell through the mirror and collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
Celia smiled and picked up her mask and clutched it to her chest.
"Daddy makes wishes come true..."
~Celia |
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I did a very bad thing...
Mama always told me I was bad.
"Bad crazy Celia! Child of the devil you are!"
So I ran. Far far away. Got a toy... been saving it for years to use.. waiting...
It came in a pair you know. So I gave it to my friend.
He has one. I have one. He's playing in the land of the angels...
I'm going to make mama scream now.
She screamed the other night when I used it.
Now she doesn't move. But I'll try again.
I stared at my toy, all covered in Mama's blood It was shiny and pretty and oh how it made me happy.
I didn't feel afraid any more. My wishes can come true now.
Just need a few more....
I listened as the toy whispered it's needs to me...
Devil's child I am.. and he's given me a toy...
It wants something green... and glowing.
I'll get it for you daddy. I will.
~Celia |
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