The Coven II

[Sweetp4u]

Porter, Ma March 2001
Population: 8,000

Elizabeth Smith
age: 23
single
Thick waist length black hair
Ice blue eyes
Owner of "Healing Hands"
gr-gr-gr-gr-great granddaughter of Katherine Elizabeth Ralston Smith


intro: Lizzie's parents died in a car accident when she was just barely 19 years old. Driving home late one night from Boston. Leaving her their ancestral home here in Porter, and enough funds to start her own little business. "Healing Hands" was an herbal shoppe, where Lizzie spent most of her time. She came up with the idea late one night reading her grandmother's journal. Katy had left several books in an old trunck in the attick, Lizzie found this journal on top. Inside was lists of herbs and their purposes. Which was all Lizzie needed to feed her idea. She had graduated from a state college with a business degree, and a few extra classes in Chemistry.

Her home was built by her gr-so forth grandfather Thomas back in the early 1800's. It was beautifully carved and all oak and some white stone material. Lizzie loved the house. It had been added onto with each generation getting bigger and bigger, so the house now stood two stories tall, with a basement under it, 5 bedrooms, and modernized in 1900's with bathrooms. The house also was set back off the main highway, and surrounded by several acres of land.

Lizzie set up her small business in an old guest house at the front of the property, perfect location. Tourists stopped in often to buy her concoctions.

And that night after work, Lizzie found her grandmother's trunk and was exploring it in her living room.







occ: this one is open to new writers aside from lizzie's familiar. The last one lost a few writers. Write any character you wish in, and please remember not to write for others.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

She had closed shop early and headed home for a nuked dinner, some boring tv and to sort out some things in the attic. Heading up the stairs, she made her way up into the attic and found the pull switch for the light. Only after bashing her knee on a crate. Cursing under her breath, she pulled the trunk to the stairs. Hoping she wouldnt kill herself on the stairs or lifting that damned trunk, she made her way down, slowly.

Sitting down on the couch, with the trunk between her knees she opened it up. There was a little dust on the top layer of things, but not much. She came across this trunk quite by accident, but was glad she did. And until this morning forgot about the rest of the things inside. Carefully She removed the blanket on top, setting it aside.

She smiled when she seen the wedding dress. Pulling it carefully out of the trunk, lizzie stood up and draped it over a chair. It was very old, and delicately made. Lizzie was sure this gown was hand made, and worth hanging onto. Sitting back down she looked at a few other things. Some old candles, a silver robe, a few farming books, some jars with something old and dried inside. and in the bottom a painting of Katy & Thomas with a baby. Taking out the small painting, she knew where she would put this.

In the bottom corner was something wrapped in a cloth cover and tied. lizzie pulled it out, curious as to what it was. She tried untying the rope but couldnt. Sighing, she got up and headed into the kitchen.. She needed a knife.

Locating what she wanted, and a wash rag to wipe of her hands, she went back to the package. Quickly she cut the rope, and tossed it over her shoulder. She'd pick that up later. unfolding the cloth covering, she seen it was just a book. Well why the wrapping? She pulled it closer to her face and read the title
"Witches Handbook".
"Ooh this is interesting grandma.. now why did you have this?"
Lizzie was sure she knew why, the herbs in the journal and now this explained it all to her.
"Apparently grandma you were a naughty girl in your time." Lizzie grinned, thinking they were much alike in that sense. opening the book she read a few pages.
"... all you need to cast is the spirit to try.." Well that was helpful wasnt it? Lizzie looked in the trunk, seeing a few odds and ends. Nothing as interesting as this book though.

She skimmed through page after paged of instructions and what nots. She smiled to herself, sure why not give it a try? Carefully Lizzie packed everything away in the trunk, except for the book, and shut the lid.

Holding the book in one hand and pointing at the words with the other she stood up and moved to the center of the living room.
The first spell in the book was a summons spell. Well who would she summons???? It didnt say you had to name someone, but if you didnt anyone could show up. So locking her doors, she went back into the living room, and prepared her first "spell".
She giggled, "like this is going to work grandma.. and im talking to a dead lady... go figure."

She repeated the verses a few times in her mind, then set the book down on the back of the couch.

She stood there, her hands at her sides, and closed her eyes. She concentrated on just the words.

fire of salem
ol flame of satan
come to me
I'm 'awaitin

she repeated the words three times in her head, and stopped. She didnt open her eyes right away. A loud noise in the back of the house made her jump out of her skin.
"Oh shit!"
Her eyes came open, her heart pounded. Turning she walked to the backdoor and looked out. There was nothing out there, but a knocked over trash can. "damned strays.. scare me to death why dont you!"
Laughing at herself and her reaction, she went back into the living room and put the book on the shelf. It was late, and she was so very tired. She would sleep down stairs tonight, she didnt think she had the engery to climb the stairs to her own room.
Walking down the hall, she stepped into the old master bedroom, now turned guest bedroom, and sat on the bed.

Cracking the window for a breeze, she laid down, clothes and all and fell asleep.

 

[nightray]

max

name has meny but for now it is max
age: 250 but looks 30
looks: 6'6 then but well townd black hear black eye's tand
close: black t shirt and black lether cote black jens and black hiking buts and black sun glasis.
statis; worlock has power over nacher crechers is his stog point but he is still stoner the the norm in the other aris he is un machet in power over animals.

IC: I drive past a small erbil stor on my way to the small town that I had just bot a hos in. I when I feel it a spell being cast I look in that derektion. I rase an eybro somone just somind a fumiler. I look up at the sky at my frend say go see do not show your self thow. I ride on in the town parking my harly in drive of my new home as the emigis start coming to me of a hows in the woolds. I smile good it in my terane.

I say com to my frend. I sand on my front porch wating and then a black shadow out of the nighte I hold out my arme leting the egil land on my arm. I look in to it's eyes and say find a nest near her this is wher we shal lev for a time. I bust the egil in the are and i tern to my frunt door unlooking it and wolking in to the epty how my stof shold be her tomarow som time.

 

[The GrandMage]

A call cast to the wind....

The Familiar raced through the woods. It was a stray in a small town. Until only moments ago, it has been an average tom cat. Balck, and a little large, it was a fully grown adult male.

It had been born on the same day as its mistress, and today its awareness had opened. Unfortunately, it was still night. Therefore, the stray was now a man. He wandered around outside the house. Peeking in one of the windows, he spotted his mistress.

He sat down below the window, deciding it would be best to surprise his mistress in the worning. He leaned against the side of the house, and closed his eyes. He drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his mind abuzz of new and exciting thoughts...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rosaline Parris

Rosaline stared up at the gray March sky, unfittingly somber for what should have been the beautiful days of the beginning of a New England spring. She wondered again if she was crazy for being here, in this cemetery, shin-deep in the drift of shed leaves that fell like rolling grasses of the moors. Her feet guided her to a spot under the sinewy branches of a willow where a hint of gray shale reflected the late afternoon sun. Kneeling before the grave she brushed away the roguish leaves and dust that had dared cloud the memory of her ancestor. Leaning back on her heels, she examined the headstone of Fiera Parris, of whom she was a direct descendant.

Using the genealogy course she was taking between working as a literary critic and part-time editor and squeezing in night classes when she could as an excuse, she had come to Porter set on discovering the secrets of her past. It was a strange connection she felt to the land here, the bare terra cotta earth and the blanched unfeeling sky called to her in a haunting way. Rosaline’s grandfather had died with a whisper about Fiera and how the past could not be repeated on his lips. There had been talk of her relative's envolvement in the instigation of Salem as well, but she doubted any of this had a drop of truth to it. In the line of succession, the tedious duty of dusting off these old memories fell to her.

Unshouldering her backpack, she took out a thin piece of paper and a dark crayon, pressing them to the worn stone. She made a rubbing of the inscription and examined her work, idly tracing the shape of a black raven that was etched still quite clearly in the corner. It was the footsteps crunching the leaves that warned her of someone approaching, although this unseen shadow had no doubt been watching her, for she shuddered involuntarily at the sensation of eyes dancing over the back of her figure.

Turning she squinted into the vicious rays of the setting sun, only able to make out a silhouette.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

Lizzie couldnt sleep. She tossed and turned constantly, trying to find a comfortable possition. Finally giving up, she got out of bed and went into the living room. Turning on the tv set, she flipped through channels til she found a good movie. She sat and watched an old Tom Cruise movie, which was more than half way over already.

Deciding to pop some popcorn, she went into the kitchen. It was pitch black outside, living out here in the middle of no where. There were no street lights at this end of town, made it kind of gloomy outside at night.

Her popcorn done, she went back into the living room. just intime to see the spiffy sex scene.
"Oh yeah just what i need to be watching all alone"
She turned the channel some boring cooking channel. She was getting good at channel surfing. She sighed heavily, She needed to get out and date once in awhile. Maybe she would get laid more often and wouldnt be so damned bitchy. the only problem with that, the whole town thought she was a witch. Since her grandmother Katy was accused, each generation was cursed as the same in the towns eyes. No single men would date her for any length of time, they would glady sleep with her, but not commit. Made it a miserable time. Those who did go out with her, and found they couldnt just jump in her jeans, never came back again. Saying this place was haunted, and she cast spells over them. She rolled her eyes, and flipped the channel again. She found the newest "real sex" show on tv, and watched it.

She did have to go to bed sometime soon, she had to open shop in the morning. Mrs. Tillman was coming for her joint lotion.

 

[angel_lover02]

Serina

name:Serina Webb
age:22
height:5'9
eyes:violet
hair:jet black short and fluffy, no longer than her chin. with streaks of silver in it, natural, that had been there since she was a small child.
status:working on a degree in psychology, living with only an 18 year old sister as their parents had left them and moved to florida.
she had dimples and rosy cheeks. she works part time at Healing hands and is casual friends with lizzie. she is fairly law abiding, yet can be a total rebel at the most innapropriate times. she has quite a wild streak in her that few people know about.

ooc:need someone to play the younger sister. anyone want it?

 

[The GrandMage]

The Familiar

He moved around, looking in windows as she moved. She made popcorn, and settled down to watch television. He felt the urge t introduce himself, but felt a naked man at her door might be a little too much for their first meeting.

And, since he dared not go into town to pilfer clothes, he would wait. Wait and watch.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

She didnt know what time it was she fell asleep on the couch, but she awoke at 5 am as everyday she did. She had to open "Healing Hands" by 6. Running around, she took her shower and did her make up. Brushing out her long hair, it was to heavy to put up most days, so she normally wore it down. She exited the house, not bothering to lock it, and walked up the drive way to the store. It was still dark, and very cold outside.

Once inside the store she made fresh tea for the costumers and herself. Turning on lights as she went, she went to the office and sat for a few minutes. She was not a morning person, but she still managed to get up out of bed and be cheerful.

In a half hour when the sun finally did rise, she would open the front door to let in the refreshing air. Sitting with her cup of tea she went down the list of items she needed to mix up and bottle. Her inventory needed stocked regularly.

She'd do that tomorrow though when her other worker came in to relieve her, or perhaps at lunch. She made notes here and there and stuck them to her clipboard list of mixtures she needed.

 

[The GrandMage]

The Meeting.

He slept until nearly sunrise. When he did wake, he noted that she had moved. He followed the urge down to a shop of some sort. Just then, the sun began to rise. Sheilding his eyes, he turned back into the black cat.

He padded around to the door, and looked at it, waiting for it to open. He stared up, his tail swaying behind him. It would open, he knew. The question was, when?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

The old clock on her desk chimed the 6 o'clock hour.
"Opening time" Walking back from her office, she checked the tea's, her skirt, and finally switched on the lights inside. Until noon there wasnt much light in this business. Turning over the "closed" sign to say "We're now Open" She unlocked the door and pushed it open. She stuck the peg down to hold the door open, set out a small table outside the door, and placed some leaflets on it. Walking back inside, she went behind the counter and turned on the cash register.
"Here goes another long day.."
Checking her watch, she sipped her tea. Mrs. Tillman should be arriving any time now for her ointment.
She picked up the phone and dialed the local donut shop, ordering some little treats for her breakfast. Hanging back up, she sat and waited. This was the boring part of the whole job.. Sitting here.

 

[The GrandMage]

Here he comes.....

The cat got up. The door was open. Not sure the best approach, he hesitated. Then, he was decided. He slowly padded into the room. His dark fur covering the feline grace and power of the cat's body.

The Familiar looked at his mistress, sitting behind the counter. He ran over, and with a few short leaps up some object piled next to the counter, he lay down on top of the counter, staring at her, tial swishing across the countertop.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

She looked over the brim of her tea cup and a cat laying on her counter. She cocked and eye brow and lowered her cup a little.
"Oh look, a fur ball..Dont get to comfortable mister.. Pets arent allowed in here" She set her cup down and walked over to the door, peering outside she seen no one. She turned around and put her hands on her hips, looking at the black ball lounging around her counter.
"Now who do you belong to?" She was talking to a cat, she must be bored. She slowly approached the cat, this time calling it to her.
"Come here kitty..kitty.." She got near the counter and it didnt move away. Bonus! She looked around his neck, no collar.
"Well if you are the stray in my garbage cans you are lucky I dont feed you to a dog... You look to healthy to be a stray though.."
The felines eyes followed her every movement, lizzie felt silly talking to a cat but she was bored.
"Lets find you some milk, and send you on your way.. I can't have hair all over my countertops when costumers arrive."
She knelt down under her counter and opened the miniature fridge, pulling out some milk and cream.
"Which will it be?" She giggled, holding out the two containers for the cat to choose from.

 

[The GrandMage]

Running out of Titles......

The cat reached out a paw, and tapped the container of cream. Then, he opened his mouth, and yawned. Looking her deep in the eyes, he made the first mental contact.

"I'd prefer the cream, thank you. And I belong to you, mistress. Will you name me, or shall I go without one?" He backed the metal connection with mental caresses and an overall feeling of calm. He was her Familiar, she should be glad of his arrival. He just hoped she wouldn't overreact.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

It was comical really how her mouth hung open. She didnt say a word at first. She put the milk away and poured the cream. She set the bowl in front of the Cat and just stared. Finally she snapped out of it, and laughed.
She cleared her throat "ummmmmm Ok I'll play along with this.."
She sat down and thought for a moment.
Didnt she read in that book something about a familiar?
"Ok fur ball, dont move I'll be right back!"
She litterally ran all the way from the back door to the front door of her house. Right into the livingroom, grabbed the book and raced back to the smaller building. She stopped outside the back door and caught her breath.
She walked in, looked once at the cat lapping cream, and sat down at the counter. She set the book down inbetween her and the cat, and started flipping through the pages.
"No.. no... no Aha! here it is.."A common sight you will see with a witch is her familiar. Most often a Familiar is a cat and male." ..Oh yeah a male too figures." She read further to herself.
She didnt freak out or laugh any more, what she read in the book was enough for the moment.
"Ok cat.. You are here because I cast a spell.. there for calling you to me? This is hard to believe. This is just really wierd here." She thumbed through the book some more.
"Says here you communicate, in animal form through the mind, and can speak when in human form? You are here to assist me in anyway I may need of you.. Wow a slave cat."
She looked up and seen the cat staring at her.
"Sorry.. " She did not mean to offend the creature, and it sure looked offended.
"Ok.. talk to me again.. I take it you are male right? " She narrowed her eyes and watched and waited for something.

 

[The GrandMage]

The Familiar

He lay down, having finished the cream, and looked at her. His tail swayed through the air. He let out a small yawn, and stared into her eyes.

"Yes mistress, I am indeed male. And I am here to serve you in any way you should so desire. I am your Familiar. Thank you for the cream. Do you wish to name me, or should I accept 'Furball' as my name?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

She blushed brightly. "I am sorry, i did not mean to insult you, just a common name i use for cat's. As for a name, wow that would be hard.. I've never had a pet before." She thought for a moment. Was this really happening to her? Did she really believe in witch craft? And was she still asleep and dreaming? So many questions in her mind. Her rational side told her she was dreaming. Cat's do not talk, and she wasnt a witch.
The feline was sleek, black and had the same eye color as she did. It was weird.
"Well.. I knew this guy once who had a cat similar to you, and named him something really stupid. And i dont want to give a Familiar a stupid name.."
She kept thinking of names running them through her mind."smokey? no.. blackie? sickening. King is a dogs name.. ummm think Lizzie!"
She made faces while thinking, she was sure they were silly looking. She looked down at the cat once more, and at his eyes, very beautiful eyes. Of Course on her, they werent. she grinned
"I got it! how about Luke?.. you can help you know if you dont like the name...."

 

[The GrandMage]

Luke??

The cat blinked. Luke? What kind of a name was Luke? He lay down, and swished his tail back and forth, watching her. "Luke shall be fine, mistress."

He closed his eyes, settling down. "I suppose, then, that you already know about my transformation at night? I would hate to frightne you when I show up,....less than clothed....."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

"Well as i said, you give me ideas and I will agree with whatever name you like!" She laughed.
"Ive never named a pet, I could just call you Sylvester ya know.." She sipped her tea.

"Yes, I read that in the book.. Apparently once the sun is set you transform into a human form, and arrive here nude.. Since cats dont wear clothes. Makes sense to me. Sort of."

"Let me think.. I know i can find a name. How about fluffy?" She grinned widely. She could be such a smart ass at times.

"I could just call you pussy?"
"No?"
She waited for his responce to that one.
"How about midnight? You know If we are out and you are in human form, Midnight wouldnt work for a human name.."
She sipped her tea again, and waited for a reaction. She wondered if Cat's had a sense of humor or not.
"I like the name pussy.."

 

[The GrandMage]

Luke

"Luke shall do quite well for now, mistress. And you should watch yourself. Or something might happen to the only 'pussy' in this room. And I'm sure we'd both enjoy it. Hmm-maybe that isn't much of a threat....."

He yawned again, and his tail curled around, stil swinging back and forth over his furry body. His ice blue eyes stared at her. His sandpaper tongue moved out, licking away the remains of the cream as he watched her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

elizabeth

"Oh my god!" She started laughing so hard she had tears
"Oh luke! we are going to get along just fine. At least I got a familiar with a sense of humor huh? And I would ask what could you possible do to the only 'Pussy' in this room, but I am not sure I want to know the answer.. naughty cat"

She laughed as she walked around the counter and over to the shelves. She started arranging things, and strightening them out so customers wouldn't ask her where everything was. She thought about the book, and walked back over to the counter. Putting it under the counter, she looked at her new 'pet'.
"well Luke, would you like to stay here, or should I let you into the house until work is over with?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Luke

He hopped from the counter, and settled himself down, laying on top of the book. He balled himself up, and closed his eyes. He let out a small yawn.

"I'll just nap, mistress. I'll deal with the 'pussy' after sunset..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Elizabeth

She didnt have time to comment on that remark because Mrs Tillman finally made her appearance.
"Good morning Mrs Tillman, good to see you!" She was friendly and polite always to her favorite customer. The old lady loved to give her dating points and hints. And she always got them confused, being she was elderly and forgetful at times.
"Do come in and have a seat Mrs Tillman, I have your ointment already in a bag for you."

She came in and sat at the little ivy table and chair set provided for those who waited for their purchases.
"Oh dear, Please call me Bessie.. I do hate formalities with friends. And come sit girl, your making me ckink my neck to look up at you." She shifted in her seat while she lectured Elizabeth.

"Alright Bessie.." Lizzie got the tea and hers and sat at the table with her.
"Is the ointment still helping Bessie?"
"Yes dear."
"thats good, how have you been? I havent seen you in a week."
Elizabeth tried to keep the topic clean and pleasant as long as possible.But knowing Bessie, it wouldnt be for long.. And Lizzie counted down from 5 before the old lady started in on her.
"You know Lizzie, and attractive girl like you shouldnt be living alone out here... Why highway men could come along and have their way with you! It isnt safe young lady.." She hmph'ed a little and thankfully sipped her tea. All lizzie could think was "yeah right, and id be so starved for sex id be raping them" She tried to hide her grin at the thought of grown "highway men" running away from her screaming.
"Mrs..err Bessie.. I will settle down some day, just not now. I have many things to do, and having a man around would just not get those things done.. Besides, There are no highway men anymore. And I am leathal when it comes to self defense."
Bessie rolled her old eyes heavenward.
"Young lady, all that fancy kicking and punching wont stop a man if he really wants you.. Why when i was a young lady, men followed me everywhere! I had to beat them off.. And i am sure you have the same problem. If you would date that is."
Elizabeth counted to 10, kept her smile and held her tongue. She wouldnt argue this again.
"i know Mrs Tillman.. I intend on dating some day. Dont know when, but when Mr Right comes along, and doesnt take me to subway for dinner, ill let you know ok?"
She nodded her old grey head and stood up.
"Alright, just looking out for you.. Your mother, bless her soul, would have wanted me to keep you safe dear. Now give me a kiss so I may be on my way."
Elizabeth kissed her cheek and walked her to the counter. Ringing up her ointment, bagging it and sighing with relief as the old lady left the store. She was such a sweet old maid, Too bad she thought all females needed was to be rescued by a prince, and protected in a locked room for life.
Elizabeth went back to straightening shelves and helping a few customers now and then. She wondered where her part time help was? It was almost lunch time for her, and she was starving.

She sat once again at the cash register, sipping her herbal tea thinking.
this time trying the mental link out with Luke
So Luke.. is the book true? Do you have to obey my commands?

 

[poohlive]

Nicholas stepped into the cleaners, a load of laundry over his shoulders. It was a nice sunny day, and there seemed to be an almost sadness going into the building. As if it was depressed it there wasn't much sunshine in here. The flourescent lights beamed down, sending off this low humming that would give anyone a hadache if they listened to it long enough.
The place was completely empty. He wasn't surprised. Who did their laundry at 8 in the morning? There didn't even seem to be a general manager or anything. Alone again.
Setting the load on top of the first washing machine, he began moving the clothes in. He piled it as high as he could, and then moved onto the next one. Both, now filled to the brim, he put in the laundry detergent. It was a crappy generic product, that only cost about a dollar.
Two quarters in each machine, and they whirled to life, beginning the cleaning process. He sighed, sitting in a chair. Now, an hour or so to kill. Around him was an old magazine, and a newspaper. He picked up the magazine. Nothing but old stories, most of the things he had either heard before, or didn't care about.
Afterwards, he picked up the newspaper, leafing through the stories and articles. There didn't seem to be anything of interest either. Finally, at the classified he began looking for furniture.
"A hundred bucks?" he mused. The couch must have been a piece of shit. Still, it was better than a couple of blocks. He decided to write down the number on his arm.
Looking out the large windows, he wondered what kind of town this was? Too conservative for a party town, and yet, there was a college nearby. There had to be something to do here.
Something...

 

[angel_lover02]

Serina

"I'm late, i'm late, i'm late i'm sooooo late!!! Lizzies gonna have a FIT!" Serina thought as she pulled her shirt on, totally ignoring a bra in her rush. SHe looked down at her latest bed partner, a guy she really didn't like much except in bed. Maybe it was time she told him she was sleeping with his sister too. She laughed and wrote him a note on her way out the door :"Tim, please get some milk hen you leave, you drank all mine last night, peace, Serina." and tacked it to the door.
Serina got in her tiny car and drove the 2 miles to Healing Hands in record time, pulling up at about 11:30. She quickly tried to fix her crazy hair then gave up, realizing for the first time that she was only wearing a thin tee shit and no bra. "HA! this should be an interesting day, i wonder if mrs.tilman will be there to glare at me and talk to lizzie about my indecency."
She rushed into the shop, smiling and trying to look her most innocent. Lizzie looked up at her and Serina rushed into her explanation of why she was almost 2 hours late to work.
"Lizzie, morning! Sorry i'm late but tim was sleeping and he shut off the alarm and i drank alot and-" she was cut off by lizzies reply.