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witchersmistress · 6 months

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Back to the Past

The photo in question is the Oak Alley Plantation in New Orleans

Summary: Aurora's and Sy's POV from both the past and present, they take a trip to Sy's family home, the one she dreamed about since she was a young girl

Trigger Warning: Blood, Violence and tears

word count: 3.2K

permission not give to use my work in any way shape or form, ill haunt you for the rest of your days if you do K?

New Orleans 1865

Syverson POV

The crowd had gathered, former soldiers under my command, patients she’d had helped, even John's wife Caroline was there with her son. Her sister, Evelyn was there with her father, crying softly into his side as people came to pay their respects. I held her silver and gold locket in my gloved hand. I stared at the empty box that would soon be sealed in the empty spot next to her mother.

When her father asked for her body, I just couldn't fathom it, having her buried in the cold dark space. So with the help of a friend, we swapped the caskets before it was time to bury her and she was on her way back to our home to be buried there, and I alongside her as soon as I killed August once and for all.

As people started to flow out of the cemetery, her sister grabbed my sleeve and stopped me. I turned to face the young girl. Flushed skin from crying, the same red hair as her sister. Except her eyes weren't green, they were blue. “Even though you never married, Captain, you are still family to us” I smiled down at the young girl softly. I grasped her hand and turned her palm up. I dropped the locket into her palm and curled her fingers around it. “Here I knew she would have wanted you to have it.” She opened her hand and saw the locket, more tears sprung from her eyes. “Thank you Captain” I nodded and she made her way back to her father and I made my way out of the cemetery with the rest of the crowd.

Back home in my family crypt, I started at her resting place, wishing she'd tell me not to do this but no answer. Arlene and Charlotte tried and failed to talk me out of my decisions but I wouldn't budge, if August was coming for me, I had to be ready, even if it meant turning into a monster like him. Pulling out the pocket watch that Aurora had given me, I chuckled softly at the memory of the day she gave it to me. On a small white card in her silk hand writing, she wrote “For you my dearest Captain, since you always seem to be losing track of time” i laugh as i pulled out the silver watch from its spot in the holder and flipped it open, it was set to the perfect time and there was a picture of her inside my watch so id always remembered who id lose track of time for.

With a small sigh, I snapped the watch closed and placed my hand on her grave and said my final goodbye. I didn't know if I was going to survive this process or who'd I'd be when I was done but what I do know is she will always be the light that guides my way home " Mon amour... sache que nous nous sommes déjà rencontrés et que nous nous reverrons. je trouverai mon chemin vers toi dans la prochaine vie et chaque vie après cela.

(My love... know that we have met before and that we will meet again. I will find my way to you in the next life and every life after that.)

With one last glance, I closed the door on the crypt and walked ahead into an uncertain future.

*few hours later*

Arlene and Charlotte looked at me with concern, I know they agreed to help and to the risk this involves but they still didn't trust this idea. "Are you sure you want to do this child?" Arlene asked, her voice edged with uncertainty, " there are other ways to defeat August, you don't have to become like him" I looked at her and she just nodded. Looking at my reflection one last time, I ran my thumb over the pocket watch and walked out of the room. In the livingroom sat Arlene and Charlotte and the young man who had been with him. His name was Josiah, behind him was a different gentleman, he was about my height, similar build, but the top portion of his face was painted white.

"This is Papa LeBlanc. He turned me, just as he will turn you" Josiah stated. I nodded at him and extended a hand to him, with lightning speed he was standing in front of me. He spoke in a low gravelly tone " You understand by doing this, you're giving up the ones you love?" He cocked his entire head at me, I thumbed my pocket watch again, " The woman I love is the reason I'm doing this, so no one else dies because of August '' he recoiled at his name and hissed.

"You know him?" I questioned. He nodded slowly. "Yes I do, he used to be a kind man then he became obsessed with power" , pursing his lips,he placed his index fingers to them as he thought. " I'll do this, on one condition, you leave me and my kin alone. You only go after August" I nodded at his request " you have my word, August will be the only one to die"

He smiled a wicked smile, his canine teeth elongated, and he rushed at me. I felt his fangs pierce my neck and the pain quickly replaced it with a calming effect. I sank to my knees as my world turned black and all I could hear was the sound of Aurora laughing in my ears and then nothing at all.

New Orleans 2023

Sy's pov

I dropped Gus off at the compound, making my way back to the French Quarter, pulling my truck to a stop in front of Mama J’s home. Turning off my truck and getting out, i could smell her perfume before i saw her, she was in a green sundress, it had bows that tied on top of her shoulders, her long hair was pulled back into a beautiful french braid that reached the middle of her back, she had pieces of hair framing her face with a soft curl to them. She had on that necklace again. She had on some white sandals and a silver anklet to go with it, she had a messenger bag on her right side, with a nikon digital camera around her neck.

She was looking at the flower stand. Mama was watching from her balcony and she glared at me, I put my hands up in surrender and walked over to her slowly. I grabbed a sunflower and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled at me “How did you know those were my favorite?” as she smelled it. I gave her a devil may care smile and paid the attendant for the flower. “Just a lucky guess” I said with a shrug as we began walking down the french quarter. I pointed to one of the trees on the street “See those beads?” i pointed up to the purple, green and gold beads, dangling from the trees, she nodded and picked up her camera “These get thrown during Mardi Gras and the rules are fairly simple, you do not pick them up from the ground or if they have fallen from a tree, it is bad luck and frowned upon by the locals. You are better off trying to catch them mid air” she took everything in as if she was seeing it all again for the first time.

We walked back to my truck as she asked questions mostly about the home that I built her all those years ago. I’ll be honest here, after her death, it took me well over 100 years to see willing step foot in that part of Louisiana again. Even then I stayed away from that house, I hired people to check on it but never myself. It was 2012 when I saved Ms. Freya’s life when I returned to New Orleans. It did take forever to walk into that house but thanks to old Louise I did it rather quickly and I was horrified at the state it was in. So over the last 11 years, room by room, I've repaired the home, made electrical and plumbing upgrades but nothing more. I was saving that part for you.

We made it over to my truck and I opened the passenger side door and offered you a hand up, it was a large step up but I'm a gentleman. “Thank you Sy” as you climbed in, i grabbed the seat belt and buckled you in, your skin blushed that same shade of pink at the close contact. I brush my lips across your forehead, down the side of your face to rest at your ear “Safely first darling” I whispered. Pulling back I gave you a sharp wink before closing the door and jogging around to the driver side of the truck. Opening the door, you jump just a little as I haul myself into the seat and shut the door. “It is not a long drive, on a good day” you nodded as I pulled away from the curb and into the traffic. You took in the sights along the Quarter, as we jumped on the highway. A few moments passed before you spoke up “Can we also see Lafayette Cemetery if it's not an inconvenience” I looked over and smiled at you as we turned on the long driveway to the house. “Of course we can on our way back,” I pointed out of my windshield. “Welcome to my family home” , your eyes widened and your mouth dropped as I pulled the truck to a stop and parked in front of our home.

Rory’s POV

It was more beautiful than I could have imagined, Sy had gotten out of the truck and he walked over to my side and opened the door. Undoing my seat belt, I grabbed the little handle to lower myself to the ground when one of Sy’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me down to him. I steadied myself on my feet and smiled up at him. His eyes sparkled with amusement, as he held me. “Come on let's get you inside” we walked up the steps and he opened the door for me, i was transported to another world. The open foyer, with the crystal chandelier hanging above our heads as we walked in. On the left side was the ballroom I’ve dreamt of since I was young. Walking into the room, I looked up and saw another chandelier.

“She loved to dance,” Sy said. I turned to see him leaning against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest and one leg crossed behind the other. “ Who?” I asked for clarification. He gave a small smile “ my would have been my, great, great, great grandmother. Aurora Hathaway” his eyes glossed over as if he was reliving a memory. “She died in the early spring of 1865, shortly before my grandfather had the chance to marry her. He is the man I’m named after. Captain James Logan Syverson of the 1st Louisiana Cavalry ” stepping away from the door frame making his way closer to me “ he started building this house in 1862 and finished it in 1863. He surprised her with it several months later after it was all the finishing touches. He had built her, her dream home without her ever realizing it”

I spun around the room slowly taking it all in, visions of elegant women and men flashed through my mind, the music playing, the chattering of voices. Someone dancing with me, a strong arm around my waist, blue eyes that I would never forget “Woah, easy darling.” I focused on that voice as Sy picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the ballroom. Carrying me down a long hallway, He kicked open a set of double doors to reveal the most gorgeous kitchen. I was instantly in love with it. He placed me down on the kitchen island, pointing a finger in my face “Do not move little girl” I nodded as he turned to go search through the cupboards.

Returning with a glass and a pitcher of water he poured me a glass and handed it to me “Drink slowly” taking small sips from the glass, he grabbed my right wrist and began to check my pulse. Setting the glass down on the counter next to me, I studied him. His forehead wrinkled as he was concentrating, he looked up at me, those piercing blue eyes. They were beautiful and enchanting, eyes I could have sworn that I looked into and loved and felt the love reflecting back.

Sy smiled down at me, and helped me off the counter “Come here” as we walked up the hall . He pointed to a door on the left hand side. “That room was her sitting room, she loved to read and write so my grandfather gave her a space to do that” we walked closer to the room and he opened the door as his phone began to ring “Go on in, i've got to take this.” he grabbed his cell an swearing it as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I walked around, running my hands along the spine of her books. Taking in the beautiful mahogany desk that was placed by the window. I looked at her desk, her dip pen and ink pot still on top of her desk, fresh paper in the middle of the desk as if she only stepped out moments ago. Picking up the pen I rolled it between my fingers, opening the ink pot to find it empty. Looking around I found a bottle of ink and poured some into the ink pot, and sat down at her desk and wrote on the paper my name and the date.

Setting the pen back in its holder. I looked around the room, there was a warm comforting feeling of being here in this room but also that feeling of heartache. I was drawn to a spot on the desk where there was a small locked drawer.

Taking off my locket, I grabbed the key and prayed to someone that this key would work. I turned it to the right and the drawer unlocked, I pulled it open to reveal an old letter that had my name on it. My heart started racing,my head started to feel dizzy. I turned to look out the window to see Sy talking to one of the staff. Sy looked up at me in the window and I smiled at him and the world began to spin around me and everything went black.

New Orleans 1865

Aurora’s POV

*One week prior to her death*

I looked out the window as the last of the cold weather had passed. He was coming for Logan and I cannot help but feel powerless. I know the bargain I made will keep him safe but I had to give my life to save him and that is a price I'm willing to pay, time and time again.

Papa LeBlanc ensures that we will indeed meet again one day, but only when he is ready.. I don't know if he ever will be after what is going to happen, but I’d rather wait in the shadows for him, than end up in the hands of that monster August.

I'd wait over 100 lifetimes to join him again.. For my love for him is unmatched to anything I've ever felt before. Arlene and Charlotte admitted they didn't know when August was coming but I've made my peace with it. My death will give Logan the fire he needs to fight. Finishing off my letter I placed it in the drawer and locked it. Placing the little key on the same chain as my locket. I stood up and made my way out of my reading room for the last time.

*1 week later*

John Davenport had Logan down on his knees with his arm wrapped around his neck. “It's ok Logan, everything is going to be ok” I told him. He spoke to John in a sharp tone but all I could hear was my heart beating pounding in my ear. “You know old sport i hate for it to come to this but you've left me no choice” John snapped his fingers and the thugs sandwiched me between them as one of them withdrew a knife from his back pocket and shoved the blade into my stomach and up to my ribs, it only hurt for a moment but all i could focus on was Logan, he tried to get to me, but John held him in place as the thugs stepped back and let me collapse. John released him and he came over to me and scooped me up into his arms. He whispered and kissed my head and told me that I was going to be ok.

We both knew that was a lie. As i layed there dying, I thought of the bargain that was struck. I knew I had to die to save Logan but I didn't want to leave him, I didn't want to break him. But I had no choice.

Taking in his tear stain face and blue eyes, I whispered my last words to him. Tears spilling down my cheeks and the blood dribbling out of my mouth. He brought his mouth to mine for one last kiss. “I’ll find you again” he promised me “No matter how long it takes” my heart fluttered with the confirmation that I would indeed see that man again one day, I closed my eyes for the last time and I heard him screaming. Everything came rushing back to me all at once, I felt the tears slipping down my face as I heard footsteps running down the hall. “Rory” Sy yelled as he busted into the room. Clutching her letter to my chest I looked at him “I gave my life to save you” I whispered he looked at me perplexed and confused as I ran at him in full force. Wrapping my legs around his torso he sank to his knees. Burning my face into his neck, I sobbed “ I'm so sorry” I whispered repeatedly into his neck. He just rubbed my back and hushed me “It's alright Aurora” he rubbed my back as i continued to cry and tell him how sorry i was.

He held me until my crying stopped and I started to doze on his shoulder. “Hold on little one” I nodded as he stood up with me in his arms and we made our way out of her sitting room and down the hall and out to the back door and into the garden. He sat with me still wrapped around him, we sat in a lounge chair under a cabana. I looked around and the garden took my breath away. “ I like to garden in my spare time” laying my head back on his chest, he grabbed a blanket and covered my lower half “ Go on pretty girl, i've got you covered.'' I untucked my legs in an un-lady like manner, and settled between his open legs and laid my head back down.

Rubbing circles in between my shoulder blades, listening to the slow beat of his heart. I’m so sorry Logan "I whispered for the last time as I drifted off on his chest. “ I know my love, I forgive you”

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iblewthewhistle · 2 years

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Home

It was easy for Borna to step through the shadows, appearing in the alley close to her sanctuary. She turned to look back, and smiled to herself when she saw Frank step through the shadows after her, his hands in his pockets and, for all appearances, was a normal teenage boy.

“This is it.”

Frank looked over the old, abandoned building. It was a former plantation building, converted to a morgue back in the 1950s. Perfect for her use. “It doesn’t look like a safehouse.” He told her, though he reached a hand out to stroke along one of the old pillars. Borna smirked, and tilted her head towards the old oak doors.

Frank didn’t bother to open them, but simply phased through the wood, stepping past as if they were simply not there. Borna followed him, and they looked around the decrepit interior.

“Remember what I told you.” Borna hummed, and she felt the power flex around Frank, as he concentrated on what was there, instead of what he saw.

It was busy, tonight. Borna caught Frank’s elbow just in time to move him out of the way of a bedraggled spirit, who blubbed at him, black water spilling out over the delicate cream carpet.

“Take this to the dining room, and someone there can give you a meal that you would like.” A man nodded at Borna, and someone else took his place at the desk. “Evening, decided to come home for a rest?”

“No rest for the wicked. This is my new Banshee, Frank.” She indicated the teen, who was openly gawking at the spirits that were passing by.

“Nice to meet you. You guys hungry? Fresh cream cakes and sweets in the dining room.” He held out a hand. Frank shook it carefully, and stepped back.

“Maybe later, I need to set a room up for him.” Borna hummed, leaning over a counter and plucking a key from it’s holder. “The balcony room should do just fine, the en suite still works, right?”

“Yeah, though a yokai tried to haunt the ladies’ room down here. I added extra talismans and it shouldn’t be a problem.” He turned to look at the desk, groaning. “I’d better get back to it. Nice to meet you, Frank!”

Frank waved as he was led upstairs, trying to restrain himself from gawking at more spirits. “What is this place?”

“A…hotel. We offer a brief respite for ghosts passing on.” Borna led him up the luxurious hallway. “We serve our purposes here.”

“So…the desk worker-?”

“Waylon’s a manager. Technically, he’s an onryo, he was murdered when someone tried to change him into a bride. Forcefully. They seek vengance for what happened to them. Waylon had tried to blow the whistle on bad practises at work…and now he’s a manager who gets his vengance giving one pillow instead of two.”

Borna unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Frank let out a soft sound of wonder as he stepped inside. It was the kind of opulent bedroom he’d only seen in movies, rich dark woods and soft white bedding.

“Bathroom is through there. I’m going to my room, end of the hall here, for a shower. Downstairs and on the right is the dining hall, you can eat there, tell them I sent you, or Waylon will vouch for you.” She handed him the key. “Enjoy your stay, Frank.”

He clutched at the key and nodded, as she stepped away from him, his eyes open in wonder. Months, they’d been by each other’s sides, as he cried, and she called. He closed the door behind her, and turned to look at the room again.

The walls were a soft, baby blue, with a huge bed. An ornate desk sat against a wall, and next to it was a balcony, framed by heavy curtains. Frank moved to sit at the desk, setting his key on the side, and jumped when he heard a knock.

“Uh…come in?”

Waylon shifted in, holding a tray. “Hi. Thought I’d bring you some food up, and your ID. Flash that and you’ll never have to pay for food or drink downstairs.” He smiled. “I can retake the photo, if you want.”

Frank scooped up the lanyard and inspected it. As he tilted the plastic card, a holograph flickered in the light, an ornate B. “Thank you. Thanks, for everything.”

Waylon slid the tray of food, sandwiches, cakes, and a tea set onto the desk. “If there’s anything else, or you feel like you want something but don’t want to come down, pick up the phone and dial 1. It’ll ring the front desk.” He winked. “I’ll see you later.”

Frank sat down as the door closed, and picked one of the small sandwiches up. It had been a while since he ate. But, as he nibbled at the small sandwich, it was nice to do such a small, human thing again.

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