Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(01/13) Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 08:34:11 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25) David J. Duncan Originally Written October 1987; First Rewrite January 1995; Revised September-October 2005 Rating: PG-13 (language; violence) Notes: Smallville belongs to DC and the WB. Xena Warrior Princess belongs to StudiosUSA and MCA. Forever Knight belongs to Sony Tri-Star. All other characters are fictional and of my own creation. Please do not use without my permission. Introduction Gabrielle, Bard-Queen of the Amazons, writes…. As the weather grew colder in late 1982, David focused more on his research. In the Seasons of the Witch scroll, the resurrected Countess Isobel suspected he had information on her. Her instincts were accurate. For locked in his desk’s bottom drawer, a pile of old notes lay sitting. These are the research notes collected by him and Lana’s mother during those years. Of course, other parties had an interest in stopping their investigation. It was at this point that Bertrand du Dijon and the Enforcers confronted David for the first time up in the place called “Quebec.” That scenario, highlighted by Nicholas’ fears in the Loss scroll, brought two other players into the equation. David would now discover something about himself. Something very chilling indeed…. Chapter 1 [December 15, 1982—McKnight Field] For the third week in December, the air seemed unusually warm. Feeling almost like late April rather than late fall, people walked around in windbreakers rather than heavier coats. The sky was clear and a cool rather than an icy breeze wafted through the town. Trying to take advantage of the weather and an opportunity to get his friend some peace, Charles Alvarez strapped on his gear and squatted behind home plate. He needs to relax! For the previous three weeks, he and the family had tried to soothe their friend’s nerves and get him to open up completely. If he doesn’t, he’ll explode. He flashed a sign with his fingers. On the mound, Dave nodded and delivered a curveball. Uncharacteristically, he missed his friend’s target. Even more so, he didn’t react. Between dealing with his grandmother’s death, the research day trips and his school responsibilities, twelve to sixteen hours days were the norm for him. “Hey!” Charles snapped, standing up and ripping off his mask. “What’s with you?” “I’m two inches off,” the pitcher replied. “That’s the difference between a ground ball and a homer, Chief,” the catcher argued, firing a pea back at his friend. “But it’s almost like you don’t care. This isn’t like you!” “Lot on my mind,” Dave noted absently, bouncing the ball around in his palm. “Again.” Charles got back in position and shook his head. “Fine.” He signaled again. This time, the slider snapped dead center into his glove. “Better.” He threw the ball back. “So…uh…have you found anything out?” “About what? I’ve been making headway if that’s what you mean,” Dave replied, tossing another dart into the other’s mitt. “I need to confirm some things though before our trip next week.” “Christmas in Canada. Yeah that should be something. We’ll freeze our asses off, Dubie,” Charles complained. “Believe it or not, I’m looking forward to a nice celebration away from here,” Dave indicated, letting a smile peak out of his stern features. “I don’t believe it! Is that a smile? I’d best get Sis on the line for the Knight!” “Yok it up, Wise Guy,” Dave countered. “Actually, my lead comes from the other direction. Down south.” “South?” Charles queried incredulously. “Then why are we going to Quebec?” “According to my sources, that’s where Lichtenfeld’s ancestors were caught the first time. There were several refugees. Two survived. One of those two escaped and headed south,” Dave explained. “That one was Lichtenfeld’s direct ancestor.” “And the other survivor?” “She and her husband returned to the Vendee. For some reason, the neighbors allowed her back in. The family is the only surviving branch left,” Dave explained. “And the other one ended up in Northfield. Is that why you’re heading there first?” Charles guessed. “Nope,” Dave disagreed, tossing another pitch in the other’s direction. “Jamestown.” “As in Virginia?” “The very same one. That part of the family didn’t reach Northfield until the 1680s,” Dave explained. “I’ll probably do that at some other point. Right now, Laura and I want to see the first point.” “Laura? Laura Potter?” “Yeah. Our friend from Smallville. Likes flowers. Hooked on Lewis Lang. That Laura. Let’s say she has a big stake in this too, Charles,” Dave continued while taking a return throw. “Keep a secret?” “You know I can.” “Laura is one of the surviving branch,” Dave revealed. “Karen and I learned that last summer from the hag herself.” “The ghost recognized her? That’s terrific!” Charles groused, stepping away from the plate. “You know that will put an additional bull’s eye on our backs up there.” “No more than we have now,” Dave countered, sticking his glove and the ball in his knapsack. “I’m in the mood for a mocha.” At least he’s talking. That’s something. Charles followed his friend toward the bikes feeling somewhat enthusiastic about things. **** [Cappuccino Express—Fifteen minutes later] Garth looked at the other Cadre members with him. Miss Jenkins’ latest assignment drove them nuts. Their respective foreign language studies pressed them. And then, the American Colonies class pushed onward despite the continuing spitting match between Dave and Miss Gatchell. “I wish she’d let up already,” Frank groused, speaking of the last instance. “After what we’ve been through, I think Dave’s made his point.” “It’s her class or so she thinks,” April replied moodily. “I know Karen’s Dad is ready to throw the book at her if she goes any further. Did you see her reaction to the article we ran in the Knight?” Steve rolled his eyes. “She’s paranoid and vindictive. Coming report card time, we’re all going to get it. Speaking of grades, how is Dave doing on his project?” “He won’t say. I know that he’s been at UMass working with their colonial expert on his old French. I guess he and the Alvarezes are going through with that trip,” Garth noted, sipping his coffee. “And that’s after his road trip to Danvers last week.” “Trailing witches. Terrific,” April commented moodily. “I just hope he doesn’t drag Karen and her family into something really bad.” “Trust me; he has his eyes open,” Garth assured them. Seeing Dave and Charles walk in, he signaled them over. “How did the outing go?” “Curve’s off the mark,” their classmate remarked. “Charles, your usual?” “Thanks, Dave.” After the other had left, he told them, “He’s out of it. I mean really out of it.” “I think he needs a vacation and not the trip you’re all about to take,” April assessed. “Ever since the funeral, he’s been in hyper-Doberman mode. Karen’s been really secretive too.” “He’s determined to end this garbage,” Garth interjected knowingly. “Yeah you can say that again. I know Dad wants to talk with him about this stuff when we get home. He’s worried. Garth, Sis and he won’t say what you all ran into when you disappeared,” Charles continued. “Don’t look at me. You’re better off not knowing. There are worse things than the ghost out there,” Garth noted. “Like her father?” Charles supposed. That made the others look at him incredulously. “Father?” “Her father—the so-called Mystery Man,” Dave declared, setting Charles’ drink on the table and looking around. “Cool it already. Garth is right. There are worse things than even him. Talking out here could get you all in big trouble.” “We know—so does the town. So?” Frank wondered. “You don’t know everything. The less you know, the better,” Dave informed them. “Are we set for the Knight’s next issue?” Everyone nodded. “We have the holiday themes again,” April suggested. “The school’s basketball classic is this weekend,” Steve added. “I’ll find some news stuff,” Garth promised. “Sounds great. Karen and I have a road trip Friday. I wanted to be sure everything’s set,” Dave declared. __________________________________ Yahoo! Music Unlimited Access over 1 million songs. Try it free. http://music.yahoo.com/unlimited/ Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(02/13) Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 08:35:38 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 Charles stared at him. “Another one?” “Detail trip. Before we cross the border, there are certain agreements to be ironed out. Relax. Your parents know about it. Dr. O’ Connor set the whole thing up,” Dave explained. “I am going into this with my eyes wide open.” He finished the mocha. “That was good. Sorry, guys, but I need to run.” With that, he walked toward the counter. After a brief word with his girlfriend, he took off. “That was just too weird!” Steve groused. “Get used to it,” Charles told them. “He’s been strange for a while now.” **** [Center Cemetery—Twenty minutes later] Dave locked his bike to the metal fence and headed toward the giant oak tree. As had become his ritual over the past two weeks, he inspected the grave site, making sure nothing seemed out of place. “Hi, Gram, guess who? Yeah it’s me again. Just want to make sure everything’s in order.” “It is,” Lorenzo assured him. “Dave, you’re unnerving your friends.” “I realize that,” the teen responded while facing the spirit. “I’m being vigilant though. I’ve realized something as I do all of this. I have all of these tidbits of knowledge and experience. Do I have wisdom?” His grandfather maintained a stolid demeanor yet inwardly felt a glimmer of pride at the observation. “More so than you realize. However, one needs to measure that with life. Balance keeps us all sane.” “That’s why I’m hoping for a nice Christmas celebration with some research thrown in. No threats or anything,” Dave retorted. “Grandpa, the Alvarezes are like family and I love Karen more than life itself, you know? I don’t want anything more to happen.” [In his head, Karen interjected, “We know that, Dummy, but let us take a role in it.”] “Great,” her boyfriend sighed. [“I thought you were back at the Express.”] [“I am. Everyone’s worried. I told them you’re fine but well…” she informed him.] [“Let them know I’m fine, all right? And thanks for checking on me,” he expressed.] [“Gotcha. See you in a few at home. Remember Daddy wants to talk with us tonight,” she reminded him before cutting out.] “You see?” Lorenzo asked. “Yeah I do. Some day, they’ll understand. Meantime, I need to….” Then Dave felt the familiar cold spot. “You feel that?” “Close by—yes.” The angel surveyed the area. “About twenty feet to your right.” Dave spun; his hand holding an herb bomb. “Come out!” Ah ain’t gonna hurt ya. Jus’ keepin’ watch! the Voice told him before going silent, taking the psychic presence with it. “My own stalker. Tremendous,” Dave groused. “You see? Anyhow, be careful.” “I shall. You too,” the spirit agreed before vanishing. “Now what?” Dave asked before rushing toward the gate. **** After he had pedaled away, the Manifestation reappeared in the dark cemetery and floated about. It surveyed the entire necropolis, insuring there were no threats. Snarling in satisfaction, it melted away into the darkness once more….. Chapter 2 [Alvarez House—about 7:00 PM] After everything was put away, Dr. Alvarez looked at the others around the table. As with most of his family meetings, this one had the ‘Don’t You Dare Miss It’ tag. He waited for everyone to get settled with dessert and coffee before starting, “All right, everyone. Thanks for staying. Before next week, I wanted to get some more information about our trip. Dave?” The boarder shrugged. “I’m still where I was three weeks ago in terms of that part of the research. I have been able to confirm though that Lichtenfeld’s ancestors came through Quebec City after they fled from France.” He pulled out the oversized road atlas and opened it to the map of North America. “At least one of them made her way down to Virginia. The next date I have is the 1670s when the Lichtenfeld family appears in Northfield.” “Good to see that the research has been fruitful,” Mrs. Alvarez complimented. “Laura Potter’s helped me on this, Mrs. A. She gave me the rough family tree.” Dave sighed. “She’s just as involved in this as we are.” “And how’s that?” Dr. Alvarez wondered. “Tell them, Dave,” Charles insisted. “The three of us had a run in with the ghost last summer,” Karen noted. “Laura and Nell Potter are descended from these folks as well.” “Laura’s researched this topic as much as possible from Kansas,” Dave added, revealing the rough genealogical chart. He saw the anxious looks around the table. “Neither she nor Nell are a threat if that’s what you’re thinking. The ghost attacked them as well as Aunt Lillian in Smallville.” “I trust she’s coming with us?” the superintendent supposed. “Auntie’s sending her. She and I can work in the archives. I’m hoping Dr. O’ Connor can pull some strings for us in the oldest section.” “Speaking of strings, have you encountered any other trouble over this project?” Mrs. Alvarez inquired. “Other than here, not yet. Karen and I have our meeting on Friday night in Boston to make sure of these things. There are people out there that are interested in what gets turned up and revealed,” Dave reported. “Define interested,” Dr. Alvarez queried out of concern. “These refugees were former nobility driven out of France for practicing witchcraft—or at least one did.” He took a deep breath. “Everyone has an interest in trying to control what comes out of this.” “And what do you want to come out of this, Dave?” Charles inquired. “Peace and understanding of who and what I am, Charles. Maybe I can help Laura to understand her family. Perhaps even find a cure for Aunt Lillie’s cancer,” Dave replied frankly. “And as a minor point, give the doubting Thomases their come-uppance.” “Such as Miss Gatchell, I suppose?” Karen sighed. “I’ve tried to move on. She won’t let it go,” her boyfriend argued. “She needs to face the fact that some things happened. That’s it. End of story.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Dr. Alvarez, that’s another matter we need to talk about at some point.” “I’ve scheduled a conference with her next week,” the older man concurred. “But back to Canada, can you and Karen let me know what comes of this meeting?” “You’ll be the first to know, Daddy,” his daughter promised. Her father nodded and left the room. Before they could leave the following week, he had a great deal of paperwork to deal with. “I hope you both know what you’re doing,” Charles noted before following. “Yeah me too,” Dave hoped. “No cold feet, remember?” Karen reminded him, squeezing his hand gently. “I know,” he concurred. “Let’s hope the meeting goes well.” __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(03/13) Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 09:03:25 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 Chapter 3 [Althanor] Cybelle squirmed as she inspected herself in the looking glass. Despite her elevation to full priestess, she still didn’t believe this had happened to her. I don’t deserve this! Goddess knows I didn’t do anything against the ghost! Dave and his friends did more than me. She moped. How can I do this? “The goddess works in strange ways, Cybelle,” Deirdre advised while walking into the chamber. Seeing the other’s startled look, she apologized, “You left the door open and I figured you were fretting.” “I wish I could say that I earned this elevation,” the doubter expressed. “You have! You’re the best student among the novices! And you didn’t run in Rowenshire or Amherst,” the other disagreed. “You proved you can handle the worst scenario. Have faith in yourself.” “Thanks,” Cybelle replied, managing a smile. “I don’t suppose that’s the only reason you’re here, is it?” “No. Pauline and Keira have summoned us. They want to tell us something. Follow me,” the red headed priestess noted, leading her from the room. After she secured the door to her chamber, Cybelle wondered, Now what? **** A few minutes later, they had finished their walk across the village to the High Priestess’ hut. Knocking at the door, they were immediately admitted. Inside, Pauline and Keira sat on the dirt floor occupied in a brisk and animated discussion. Then seeing the two visitors, Keira broke it off. “Welcome! Cybelle, you wear the priestess’ robes well.” “I hope the goddess finds me worthy, Mother,” the youngest priestess declared. “She has,” Pauline indicated. “As such, I am ready to head to the outside world and my next post.” “What?” the two younger priestesses queried anxiously. “Calm yourselves, Deirdre and Cybelle. I will be still watchful. However, one of her servants on Outer Earth has asked the goddess to send one of us for his companion. She has ordained that shall be me. I shall return from time to time but I shall be outside once more.” Pauline smiled at them. “You both are more ready than you know. Nai-Jin has foreseen that you both will have important roles in the events to come. Stay calm in all things and you’ll be fine. I love you both.” She hugged each of them in turn. “Now I must go.” Opening a portal, she vanished from the area. “Such is the goddess’ way, my Children,” the High Priestess declared. “As Pauline said, you both must focus on the future now. Why don’t you meditate now? I need to be alone for a while. Please come by later. I would speak with you again.” “As you wish,” Deirdre agreed, albeit reluctantly before leaving with Cybelle. Once outside, she shook her head. “I never would have thought that Pauline would have been sent to do such a task.” “There’s got to be more to this than meets the eye,” the younger priestess noted. “Still, we have our duty, Sister. We should not question her will.” “Indeed. Let’s head for the lake where we’ll find peace and quiet,” Deirdre concurred while they headed in that direction. Chapter 4 [Smallville—Luthor Castle—Thursday (next day)] Laura parked her blazer close to the front door and looked around anxiously. Since receiving Lillian’s call twenty minutes earlier, she dreaded running into the latter’s husband again. That man never knows when to quit! She knocked on the door. The elderly butler opened it slowly. “Ah, Miss Potter! Mrs. Luthor is expecting you. Please follow me.” “Thank you,” she expressed while following him out to the back garden. There she saw Lillian relaxing in a lounge chair despite the coolness in the air. “I can take it from here.” “Very good.” With that, the butler departed. Lillian turned and saw her. “Laura, thank you for coming! Please take a seat.” She motioned to the empty chair beside her. “Is everything all right?” the visitor wondered. “For now. My body aches more and more every day but that’s to be expected,” the hostess noted while her guest sat down. “I can have Bedford bring some tea if you’d like.” “No thank you, Mrs. Luthor. I’m fine,” Laura responded, looking away in shame. I know I shouldn’t but I feel responsible for what the ghost did to her. When will this end? She sighed. Sensing the other’s depression, Lillian assured, “This isn’t your fault. The evil which haunts us arose centuries ago. The ghost is only a product of it herself. That actually is why I asked you here. Are you still investigating your family tree?” “As much as I can especially after the funeral. Why?” Lillian continued, “David and the Alvarezes are going to Canada next week. Apparently, David has permission to use the archives. I want you there with them.” “Me? Not that I mind but you know more about this, I’m sure,” Laura argued. Lillian shook her head. “I’m not feeling up to the trip, Dear. Besides, you know the names to look for. David has made some discoveries of his own in the last few weeks or so he tells me.” Laura nodded, having heard the same news. “The identity of the ghost’s mother, grandparents and aunt.” “And the connection to Jamestown as well,” the hostess added. “Besides you may find clues to the mysterious ancestor as well.” Seeing the other’s disbelief, she added, “If anyone can read those accounts and get the meaning, it’s David.” “I know he’s studied for a long time but he’s in high school!” “How do you think he survived in Rowenshire? This, Laura, is his passion—to find and eliminate the ghost’s source of power.” She coughed and took a drink from her coffee cup. “He’s already the equal of any graduate student. His mental stability is the only concern I have. And then there’s that thing from the Talon.” “You mean the dark image? I still wish I knew what it was.” Laura held back, not wanting to tell anymore than she had to. “You know as well as I do what or rather who it is, Laura. The darkness expands. It has been seen in Amherst as well, watching David and the others. I mention it so that you can watch for it when you head north,” Lillian explained. The younger woman nodded. “Right.” “Nicholas O’ Connor will have more information for David and Karen tomorrow night in Boston. Meantime, I want you to be ready to leave on Wednesday,” Lillian informed her. “Okay. I know this is a serious trip but maybe we can arrange something Christmasy for them?” Laura asked. “That’s fine. After the last month especially, I think that will be appropriate. Keep in touch. We’ll talk again before you go,” Lillian concluded with a smile. “Thank you, Laura, for doing this.” “Thank you for sending me. I couldn’t afford to do this on my own. Besides, I need answers and if those help Dave, all the better,” the visitor replied gratefully. “I’ll keep all of this to myself.” With that, she left. Lillian stared at the door. Be careful, Laura. There’s more to this than meets the eye. __________________________________ Yahoo! Music Unlimited Access over 1 million songs. Try it free. http://music.yahoo.com/unlimited/ Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(04a/13) Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 06:16:21 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Chapter 5 [Friday afternoon] [APRHS—2:20 PM] Dave sat in his seat in Miss Jenkins’ class and exhaled deeply. Another week finished! He looked at his date planner. One more assignment between me and that trip. “Where are you heading this weekend, David?” his English teacher asked. “Karen and I will be in Boston tonight. Big meeting relating to our trip next week,” he indicated. “Ah,” she replied. “And are you coming any closer to finding answers?” “Bits and pieces mostly. I have a few theories you might say,” he informed her cryptically while looking around. “But I definitely have an outline to go off of. Now to fill in the details.” She smiled, letting her admiration show. He’s not letting anything stop him. After what happened, who can blame him? “Be careful.” “I will be.” He looked at his watch. “Sorry. I have to meet Karen at our lockers.” “That’s fine. You both watch out.” “We will,” he concurred, heading toward the lockers. Five minutes later, he found his girlfriend waiting there. “All set?” “Just waiting on you, Chief,” she informed him. He set his books in his locker and secured it. “All set. I’ll need to gas up before we go.” “Lead on, Gunga Din,” she noted while following him out. **** [Captain’s Hearth—5:45PM] Nick sat at the bar enjoying a straight white wine and musing about things. Just the night before, he had flown in from Chicago to attend the meeting. With the various players who could be at the table, to say there was tension would have been an understatement. No good can come of this. Still, David is determined to get answers. Let’s hope they don’t kill him in the process! He took another thoughtful sip from his glass, brooding over what Dijon had reminded him of three weeks earlier. Will David be able to deal with the answers? He sighed. Right after the Enforcer’s visit, he had pieced the last bits of the puzzle together. “Troubled, Nicholas?” a familiar voice asked. The former Crusader turned to LaCroix. “When did you get into town?” The General smirked. “Only twenty minutes ago. Such manners! I thought I would have taught you better than that.” He glanced about the room. “But then again, you never could clean up after yourself.” “Excuse me? This is Dijon’s fault.” LaCroix snickered. “Is it? Nicholas, you have had several chances to eliminate the boy and you have failed to do so!” “He is forbidden,” Nick countered directly. “So the pixies say,” his master dismissed. “Janette asked me to represent Toronto at this meeting. Naturally, I could not refuse.” “Naturally,” Nick replied sarcastically. “Besides, I wanted to take the boy’s measure tonight. No matter what happens here, you should know the Enforcers will hunt him and his friends,” LaCroix promised. Nick shook his head. “Dijon was always a rash fool.” “Oui, Nicolas,” a slender woman added while coming down the stairs. While dressed like an ordinary mortal in a trench coat covering a blue sweater and a long beige skirt, her demeanor made it clear that she was no one to be messed with. “It has been a long time.” “Almost 370 years, Clarise. It’s good to see you,” Nick greeted. “I wish I could say the same,” she retorted, frowning. “After you tried to have my family exterminated, I have hated you.” Her eyes glowed at him. “I had to see him again.” “I saved you from the headsman,” Nick countered, steering the conversation away from the latter point. She nodded. “Condemned me to this eternal darkness, you mean. I am not my younger sister, Nicolas. She dabbled in the darkness not I!” “LaCroix inquired, “And how would you know of this?” She considered the other vampire carefully. “There are many things I know, LaCroix. At last, we meet.” Seeing his surprise, she chuckled coldly. “Oui. I know of you. So much like my stepfather—typical strutting oaf. You would both provoke the boy’s darkness. I have seen it.” “As have I,” Nick agreed. “Have you?” She glared at him. “No, you have not. I, on the other hand, have. You all wonder what this shadow creature is, no?” She motioned to the bartender for a glass. “Chablis.” Accepting it, she took a draught from it. “Just wait. Once the two become one then we’ll see what you’ve seen.” “I suppose you can tell us then?” Nikki inquired. “I could. Maybe I will. My mother’s miscalculation,” Clarise retorted, draining the glass. “However, as Quebec’s Elder, I wish to keep peace. If Dubois only wishes information then so be it. Let him have it.” “And if Dijon and the others seek to interfere?” LaCroix wondered. “Then I will take the matter to the Council! Not even the Enforcers are above the Code,” the Quebecois retorted. “Dijon led my mother to ruin and me to this.” She looked to the dark corner and called, “Speaking of the rat, I know he’s skulking there. Come out!” “Fancy that. You sing differently now,” Dijon retorted while stepping into the light. “So it is true.” “No thanks to you, I needed Nicolas to save me, placing me instead into Hell!” Clarise faced her stepfather. “You’re not invited to this meeting!” “Due to you, I suppose? Oh and Nicolas too. How could I forget about your master? Control your protégé, Crusader,” the Burgundian retorted. “She has a point, Dijon. Leave,” Nick countered. “Nicolas, Clarise, enough!” Nikki growled before turning to the intruder. “As Elder, I’m telling you, Dijon, to leave. This is no place for you, Masacrer!” “Bah! Have your conference! As Lucius indicated earlier, the Enforcers and I will be waiting for Dubois and his band! Count on it!” With that, the Butcher of Burgundy stormed off, streaking away into the darkness. “As I said before, he hasn’t changed,” Clarise groused. “And you both are getting sloppy in your old age.” “The moo-juice is messing up his senses,” Nikki interjected. “I would gather. And you, LaCroix, other than that ego, what’s your excuse?” Clarise jabbed. Seeing both of his children’s eyes on him, the Roman retorted, “I knew he was there. As a member of the Council, I’m safe.” “Are you? I’d have to wonder,” Clarise countered. She glanced at her watch. “It’s almost 6. Where are the children?” “They’ll be here soon, I’d imagine,” Nick replied. He closed his eyes, picking up on Dave and Karen. “They’re near. I’d best go and meet them in case Dijon still wants trouble.” He disappeared into the night. “Always the brave Crusader. He is right in this case,” Clarise supposed. “Dubois and the Alvarez girl will be here soon. Let’s wait for them.” **** [T Stop—two blocks away] For Dave and Karen, the ride down to Boston had been quiet. While making small talk and asking a few basic questions, each kept to themselves, musing over the events leading up to this meeting and the trip on the following week. Finally, as they got off of the subway and headed up the stairs to street level, she inquired, “How are you doing?” He arched a brow. “I’m okay. I was thinking is all.” He squeezed her hand gently. “The meeting, right?” She smiled at him. “Leave it to you to fret through all of the details.” “When you’re here, always,” he concurred, kissing her cheek. Feeling the December chill bite into his cheeks, he pulled his scarf up to cover his neck. “Not far to go.” “Says you. I still say we could have got the other line to a closer stop,” she disagreed. Instead of answering, he looked around at the dark street. While it was just after sunset, Dave felt uneasy. [“Watch yourself.”] She felt an empty spot on the building above them. [“That feels like Dr. O’ Connor.”] He shook his head. [“It’s different than his vibrations. It’s a vampire all right but not Dr. O’ Connor.”] Then he picked up on another spot approaching them. [“That’s Dr. O’ Connor.”] Nick rushed over to them. “Everything go all right on the trip down?” “Nothing out of the ordinary except for the last couple of minutes,” she noted, still looking around. The former Crusader scanned the area and picked up on their immortal stalker. “Follow me. The Captain’s Hearth is this way.” With that, he led them toward it. __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(T)(4b/13) Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 06:20:59 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Straight overhead, Dijon observed this whole scene with fascination and grudging respect. So they can sense me? This will make things all the more interesting! With that, he disappeared into the darkness. [Captain’s Hearth—Ten minutes later] After a guarded walk through the dark chill air, Nick led the two teenagers through the front door and down the stairs into the half-full tavern. “This is it.” “How are we able to get in here without being carded?” she wondered, surveying their surroundings. “Because I wish it, Miss Alvarez,” Nikki commented. “Thank you for coming.” “My apologies about us being late, Ms. diCosta,” Dave noted, feeling embarrassed about that fact. “Boston traffic is what it is, Dubois. I am having dinner brought to the back for us. Can you follow me?” She led them toward the back room where LaCroix and Clarise waited for them. After closing the door, she introduced, “You remember my master, Lucien LaCroix? The woman is Clarise LaMontaigne, the elder of Quebec.” “Pleased to meet you, Madame LaMontaigne,” Dave responded. “And this is my girlfriend, Karen Alvarez.” Clarise nodded, recalling the past once more. “As am I, Monsieur Dubois and Miss Alvarez. Please join us.” Her senses confirmed her earlier statement. The darkness is growing inside of him. “Isn’t that the guy who…you know…attacked you, Dave?” Karen queried anxiously at the sight of LaCroix. LaCroix arched a brow. “I may yet.” “Not here, you won’t,” Nikki countered. “They are here at my invitation and hospitality. ¿Comprendes?” “Si,” LaCroix relented unhappily. “Thank you,” Karen expressed, feeling relieved and anxious at the same time. “How goes the research, David, if I may ask?” Nick probed. “I’m slowly gathering the local connections. We have information on our ghost’s original family. Hopefully in Quebec, we can get some answers.” Dave flipped through his folder. “I also wish to assure everyone that your Community will be left out of anything I write.” “A wise attitude on your part, Dubois,” the General replied evenly. “Indeed. As long as that remains so, you shall have safe conduct through Quebec and the Old City.” Clarise looked over the rough genealogy. “This is very accurate. I would like to meet this friend of yours.” “You will. She’s accompanying us on the trip,” Dave told them. “I did have one more favor to ask if I may, Madame.” “If I can provide it,” the Canadian Elder replied. “If there are members of the Community who are familiar with the Canadian events, could we speak with them? Names of course won’t be mentioned,” Dave requested. __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(05/13) Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 06:22:46 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 “There are several such immortals, David,” Nick pointed out. “All of us for instance.” “You might say I’m an expert on the family you seek,” Clarise told him cryptically. Karen looked at the Canadian. “I suppose you were there?” “Perhaps.” She frowned upon glancing at the paper again. Ur-Witch indeed! “There is a former Conquistador who assisted you, Nicolas. Remember?” “Vachon,” the former Crusader concurred. “And the Enforcers? What shall we do about them?” “You know how stubborn they can be, Nicholas,” the Roman indicated. “Their leader opposes this quest. If he feels that the Code’s in jeopardy, you know what he’ll do.” “And you know what I’ll do,” Dave retorted sharply. He looked at his girlfriend. “I’m bringing the gear with me.” “Gear?” Clarise asked. “As I recall from what Nicolas has told me, you shoot a bow, don’t you?” “Right. I don’t want trouble for anyone. This is just a research trip. No more, no less,” Dave insisted. “If we could just convince Miss Gatchell of that,” Karen groused. “Your teacher? Don’t tell me she’s still causing trouble?” Nick asked, feeling exasperated. “She still feels that Lichtenfeld’s a myth and we somehow engineered the whole thing,” Dave retorted. “Some people are just flat out stupid!” He whacked his fist on the table. As he did, a woman in a beige top and a white skirt entered the room with a cart of food items. “Is this a bad time?” “Dubois was just making a point,” Nikki assured her. “Please leave the food.” “As you wish.” The waitress flashed her eyes at him, letting him know that she wasn’t pleased. His eyes went yellow in response. “Sales ahora!” After the waitress had left, the Boston Elder looked at Dave angrily. “Was that necessary?” “Ask her,” he retorted, motioning toward the door. “I don’t like being threatened.” “Bonita is territorial,” Nikki indicated. “I will speak to her. Meantime, your point, Dubois, is well-taken. Perhaps a visit is in order?” “Maybe a suggestion to leave it alone?” Dave suggested. Glaring at LaCroix, he added, “No biting allowed.” “You do take the fun out of it,” LaCroix retorted clearly displeased. “Nicholas, this sounds like a job for you.” “Actually, I’ll deal with it,” Nikki interjected. “Nicolas, concentrate on this trip. Clarise, I would appreciate it if this were to go as smoothly as possible.” “It shall be done,” Clarise concurred. “Excuse me, there is one other thing,” Karen indicated. “What about that shadow image that’s been stalking everyone the last couple of months? What happens if it follows us?” Clarise eyed the teens. As protective as it is of you, my Dear, you need not do anything. Mother and her accomplices certainly learned as much. “We’ll deal with it when we have to,” Nick added. “As long as we all remember where our duties lie, Nicholas,” LaCroix urged. “I am mindful of that,” his protégé assured him. Looking at Dave, he added, “Let’s not act too rashly though.” “Agreed,” Nikki concurred, closing off agreement. “I would say that addresses everything. Dubois, let me know where you all will be staying, will you?” “I shall. Meantime, this chowder smells wonderful. May we?” he agreed. “Please eat. Cooperation is a necessary thing for us all, Dubois. May we use it to our advantage,” the hostess declared. “Thank you,” Karen expressed as they dug in. Nick glanced at his young friends with concern. If Dijon attacks, the Apparition will not be far behind. **** [8:45—Mass Pike Westbound] After their meal and another subway ride back to Riverside, Dave drove them back toward Amherst. While he loved Boston, he was just as happy to put as much pavement between it and them as possible. Karen asked, “You felt weirded out too?” “By that LaMontaigne woman, the feeling we were being watched or both?” “All of the above. I wish we knew what that thing was,” she complained. “I’m not worried about the Apparition if that’s what you mean,” he noted. “It actually spoke to me in the cemetery.” “It did what? Dave, you saw it?” “No. It stayed in the shadows but it said it was only watching out for us,” he told her. “And you believe it?” “It’s not like I can stop it. Besides, we have enough to worry about with this trip as it is.” He took a deep breath. “The other stuff though I agree with you on. Someone else was stalking us on the way to the tavern. Did you see Dr. O’ Connor and how nervous he was?” “Maybe your new friend?” she inquired sarcastically. “The psychic signature was wrong. It was the vampire empty bubble,” he retorted. “And then there’s Clarise LaMontaigne. There’s more to her than she’s letting on.” “The way she watched you all night? It’s like she was ready for you to try something. You two haven’t met, have you?” she inquired hesitantly. “Never saw her before tonight, Miss. Somehow though, she knows us. How could that be?” he queried. “We’ll need to keep our eyes open, Dave. Meantime, think we can stop for a coffee?” she queried. Noting that they were coming up on Framingham, he nodded. “Sure. I’ll get the next ramp.” “Thanks, Dave,” she expressed, kissing him on the cheek. “I really do appreciate it.” __________________________________ Yahoo! Music Unlimited Access over 1 million songs. Try it free. http://music.yahoo.com/unlimited/ Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(06/13) Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:07:22 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 **** [Midnight—Rowenshire] Right at the stroke of the Witching Hour, Clarise parked her car along the roadside in front of the old house. Even if Nick hadn’t given her the directions, she could have followed the vibrations to the spot. Just as he described. Then she recalled his last admonition. Don’t touch the grass. She floated over to the tree in the far corner of the property, making sure to remain levitating off the ground. “Such is the reward for those who meddle in darkness.” >From inside of the energy prison, Lichtenfeld scowled at the insolent intruder. “And who are ye to lecture me thus? A vampire no less?” “Have a care, Specter. We are of the same line,” Clarise admonished. “I am Clarise Thibidoeaux, your great-great aunt and daughter to the Countess.” “The Countess! Ye know of the Book’s true value then! Tell me!” The vampire frowned. “Because of that damned thing, I am like this! My siblings were murdered! My mother burned at the stake! Non! It has cost our family enough as it has Dubois.” “His father knew….” “Stuart Dubois is an idiot! An’ so are you! I have faced the Destroyer an’ lost my home because of your scheming! Beware, Anne Lichtenfeld, you have created a dark storm you cannot control. Because of that, others will confront each other. My stepfather hunts the children as well. The Dark One shall appear in the Old City. I am counting on that.” Seeing the ghost’s grimace, she smirked. “You’ve experienced his wrath too, haven’t you?” Then she felt something else. “Who’s there?” Damn right! She turned to see two red eyes in the shadows. “We meet again, Creature.” Ah ain’t ever seen ya ‘fore, Toots! Yer nuts! “But I know you.” The Elder studied the creature. “Why are you here?” Same as ya’ll. To watch Witchie-Poo an’ let ya’ll talk. “How trite,” the Witch scoffed. Shaddap, Bitch! From the darkness, black fire shot forth, scalding the spirit to the core. That’ll stop ya from hurtin’ the kiddies! That remark got Clarise’s attention. “You won’t hurt them?” The Apparition growled audibly before responding again, Ah protect mah friends, Sweets! Hurt ‘em an’ pay! Clarise nodded, seeing the whole battle between the Creature and her mother in her mind’s eye once more. “Rest assured; I have no desire to do so. While there are those who would seek to do them harm, I am not one of them.” Good fer ya’ll! Jus’ stay that way! With that, the eyes vanished. “It taunts me. Fool Child,” Lichtenfeld cursed while rubbing the burns. She glared at the vampire. “It’s not so innocent as ye think!” “Oui. But that ‘Child’ is not the evil you would make it into either. Think on that,” the Elder lectured while flying away. Fool! Yer gonna be sorry ye messed w’ me! The ghost sulked and bided her time. Chapter 6 [Wednesday 12/22] [APRHS—Following Lunch] Dave stood at his locker, swapping books out between the morning and afternoon classes. Everything at home sat waiting for him in his room. During the previous night, he had packed his clothes, a few books and the Modern and Old French dictionaries (the latter courtesy of the university). The newest batch of herb bombs was in his sanctum/lab. “Two classes to go.” “Toughest hurdle to go,” Karen indicated. “Ready for the snipe fest?” “I wish your Dad could have got us out of it,” he groused, shutting the door. “Three weeks without fresh meat. You know she’s going to want blood. Come on; we don’t want to be late.” “It’s going to be okay, Dave,” she told him while squeezing his hand. “Just think—we get past this point and we’re home free for all intents and purposes.” “Never thought I’d hear those words associated with Miss Jenkins,” he chuckled. “You know what I mean, Dummy,” she retorted saucily, rolling her eyes. They headed down the stairs and to the adjoining hallway. There, they found their equivalent of Star Chamber waiting to swallow them up. Entering the room, they quickly took their seats. “Ready to go?” April asked. “Almost. After last class, I’m making a run to the airport. Can everyone meet at the Express? Laura’s going to need something good after that flight,” Dave noted. “I’ll make sure our table’s free,” Karen declared. “And everything else?” Garth inquired cryptically. “You still haven’t said a word about Friday night.” “We have safe passage if that’s what you mean,” Dave replied. “There’s a woman we met that’s a real expert on this stuff.” “Then you should have brought her. I’m sure she’s fascinating,” Miss Gatchell supposed sarcastically. “She seemed so,” Karen indicated. “I just hope we get some answers.” The History teacher snorted and went on with the lesson on the Early South. For his part, Dave sighed and frowned. Just once, I’d wish she’d admit that she doesn’t know everything. **** [English class] Miss Jenkins, as was her norm, kept the class challenging but intriguing. For the entire time, she had the students acting out scenes from Hamlet. As such, she wanted them to get context, style and grammatical insights. While she might have liked to have Dave act out one of the conversations between Hamlet and the ghost, she didn’t want to chance him having a bad reaction to the exercise. Consequently, she had the others act while he gave the historical overview to the play. After about forty-five minutes, she ended the class, convening a mini newspaper meeting in the process. “Is that it?” Dave wondered. “I was hoping to get a turn.” “You get enough real life experience, Chief,” Garth disagreed. Miss Jenkins shifted the topic. “We’re set to go to press?” Karen indicated, “The next issue will be out tomorrow. Garth and April are picking the papers up from the press in an hour or so.” She turned to them. “Once again, thanks. With everything else, Dave and I are swamped.” “That’s fine as long as I get my feature story on Quebec,” the features editor stated. She added to the Editor-in-Chief. “That includes your romp through the archives.” “As long as it’s okay with the archivist, I don’t see why not,” Dave indicated while looking at his watch. “Let’s meet at the Express in a couple of hours. Gotta get to the airport. Miss Jenkins, Merry Christmas.” “Same to you. I hope you find what you’re looking for,” the older woman replied. “Me too,” he concurred, walking briskly out of the room. “Keep him safe, Karen,” the advisor requested. “I’ll do my best,” Karen indicated. Hopefully, that Ms. LaMontaigne can keep any threats away from us! **** __________________________________ Yahoo! Music Unlimited Access over 1 million songs. Try it free. http://music.yahoo.com/unlimited/ Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(07/13) Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:09:21 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 **** [Airport—4:15 PM] Laura stepped off of the plane and looked around at the familiar terminal. Off on another adventure! She took a deep breath. Too bad Lewis couldn’t come. Just as well, I guess. Maybe I can finally tell him about this stuff if we find something big. Then to her left, she saw Dave waving at her. “Hi!” “Hi, yourself!” he replied as they embraced. “How was the flight?” “Okay. The trip from Chicago wasn’t all that exciting. Everyone back in Smallville sends their best. Are you holding up all right?” “Every day is a little easier,” he indicated sadly. “I still can’t believe it even though it’s been almost a month since Gram passed on.” “Given how close you two were, it’s going to hurt. Hopefully, we’ll find something up in Canada,” she assured him as they headed to baggage claim. “How did that meeting go?” “We can talk about that in the car,” he advised, watching the people milling around them. “How’s Aunt Lillie doing?” “You know her. She’s in pain but won’t admit it especially in front of Alexander.” Seeing him shudder with the emotional spasms, she added, “Remember, Dave, you aren’t responsible for her. Mrs. Kent, she and I were all warned by the ghost. She came knowing the risks.” She grabbed her suitcase off of the belt. “I really need a coffee big time.” “We can get something at the gas station on the way out to tide you over. Karen’s got stuff waiting for us at the Express,” he advised as he carried her suitcase toward the car. “Actually, I’ll wait until we get to Amherst,” she declined. “I can’t drink that stuff.” After they got in, she asked, “So about my question earlier?” “The meeting went well. We’re set to use the archives. In fact, there’s an expert on your family that will be meeting with us. Her name’s Clarise LaMontaigne. She’s really connected up there too. I hope that’ll help us.” “And the…umm…image? Has it showed up again?” she asked timidly. He nodded. “I haven’t seen it par se. However, it has spoken to me a few times. It seems to be content to watch…almost like a bodyguard.” “Let’s hope that’s all it is. It scared us to death last month,” the visitor noted, wiping her brow. “It promised to watch. We have other things to worry about so I’d rather not open another can of worms if we don’t have to,” he declared as they got on the interstate and headed north. She nodded. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve turned up in the past month on the chart research.” “I think you’ll be happy with that. I confirmed the link between Jamestown and here,” he revealed. “You did? That’s great! Let me guess, Anne’s parents, right?” she supposed. “Her mother and the grandparents. I had the curator copy the page for us,” he mentioned. “That’s one leg accounted for.” “I can’t wait to see that record,” she agreed. “Is the ghost still accounted for?” “She’s stuck on her land if that’s what you mean,” he explained. “Knowing her though, she’ll find a way out.” “I agree with Karen. You’re paranoid,” she told him. “We thought she was trapped before, Laura. Then she got out and caused the whole Talon mess. I want to avoid a repeat performance,” he insisted as he drove them onto the interstate and headed north. Isn’ t that the truth? She bit her lip anxiously. **** [Cappuccino Express—5:15 PM] Peggy walked through the front door, looking around at the crowd anxiously. I can’t believe Dave wants to meet now! Seeing her cousin waving to her, she walked over. “Do you know anything about this?” “We’re set up in the storeroom, I guess. Dave’s on his way back here with Laura Potter,” April noted. “Follow me.” She led them into the back area where Garth, Steve, Frank and Rose were waiting with coffees in hand. “Karen’s finishing her shift. Then she’ll join us.” Peggy nodded. Then she looked to the door. “Dave’s here.” A minute later, Dave and Laura joined them. “Howdy, Troops. This shouldn’t take too long.” “Is this Laura?” Rose wondered. “It is. Laura, Rose McLaughlin, she’s one of the reporters and survived an encounter with Her Badness,” April introduced. “You’ve seen her too?” the sophomore inquired anxiously. “Several times unfortunately,” Laura replied. “Good to meet you. Any of that coffee left?” “Right here,” Karen indicated while sticking her head in. “Give me a minute. Dave, your mocha’s almost ready.” A minute later, she joined them, coffee pot and mocha in hand. “That should do us for now.” She set the pot down on a pot holder. “Dave wanted to touch base with everyone before we left.” “Right,” he agreed. “First, how are we doing with the paper?” “Everyone will get their assignments on Friday for the next issue,” Steve indicated. “Garth and I will get the current issue at the press as we discussed,” April added. “Very good,” Dave complimented. “Thanks. Remember Nancy can give you a hand too if needed.” He carefully eyed the group. “Now onto the main event.” He brought out a binder with a fairly thick ream of notebook paper in it. “In case you all were wondering what I was doing for the past month, here it is.” “And that would be?” Peggy wondered. “The Witch’s genealogy to be precise. Laura, I’ve been able to build on your tree.” “Her tree?” Rose looked at the visitor. “How would she know?” “Cool it, Rose,” Karen urged. “I’m her descendant,” Laura admitted sheepishly. “Great-niece or something like that, I guess. What exactly did you mean by that, Dave?” “Just that he’s been buried in every archive between here, the coast and Vermont,” Garth noted. “That’s about right,” Dave agreed. “As I mentioned in the car, I established the link between Jamestown and Northfield. Here’s an update.” He handed her a piece of paper. “That’s your copy.” “Why is Rebecca underlined?” “She’s Nightmare Annie’s mother,” Dave pointed out. “According to the records, she disappeared in 1689 during an Indian raid. However, she was already acting ‘queerly’ as the record put it.” He opened the binder and motioned for them to come closer. “This was a piece I tracked down in Danvers two weeks ago. It’s from late in 1693.” He started reading. “Once the children’s falsehoods were exposed, we thought the way clear from the Devil’s grasp. Nay! For the true nature came forth. Like an evil sore, Satan’s dark harpies continue to plague us! Their leader, a tall dark haired woman named Rebecca Lichtenfeld, has organized them, managing to evade our justice with her charms and tricks! Ye should beware! Still we will find her. Those who see the mark should beware.” “That’s her mark all right,” Laura concurred. “I guess that clinches it. Hopefully we have as much luck up in Canada. Who’s this expert?” “Clarise LaMontaigne,” Karen indicated. “Let’s hope she’s as helpful as advertised.” “Yeah. When will you all be back?” Garth wondered. “The third if all goes well,” Dave replied. “We’re talking about us here.” That’s putting it mildly. Karen took a deep breath, hoping that everything would stay under control. __________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - Make it your home page! http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(08/13) Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:12:05 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Chapter 7 [9:30 PM] When Dave, Karen and Laura returned to the Alvarez house, they found everyone busily packing for the trip. “Good to see you back. Have everything for the trip?” Mrs. Alvarez asked. “I have to throw some things into my suitcase,” Karen noted, heading for her room. “How are you, Laura? Trip go okay?” Dr. Alvarez inquired courteously. “Everything was okay. I’m really eager to do this,” the visitor declared. “Thanks for including me.” “Glad to have you with us,” the superintendent agreed. “Dave, there was a call from somebody named Clarise. Who’s she?” “She’s a big shot up in Quebec. Karen and I met her on Friday night,” the boarder responded. “Is that the expert you talked to?” Caroline asked while entering the room. “Hey! When did you get back?” Dave queried in surprise as they embraced. “About two hours ago.” She sighed. “Sorry about your grandmother.” “She’s not in pain anymore,” he noted; his heart feeling heavy. “Now it’s Aunt Lillie who’s in pain.” “I heard.” The former Editor-in-Chief rubbed his shoulder in support. “That’s why we’re doing this?” “Partially. We need to find out as much as we can,” Laura chimed in. “Dave’s done a lot in just the past month.” Recalling her visit with Dave in Danvers, Caroline concurred, “You were in those records for a while, Dave.” “I’ve confirmed everything on this end,” he told them while dialing zero and the international number. <”Operator,” a female voice answered in French.> <”Yes. Collect call please from David Dubois to Madame.”> <”One minute.”> A minute later, Clarise answered, “Bon soir, Dubois. I see you received my message.” “I did and thank you for the call. What’s going on?” he queried. “Be ready to leave tomorrow at 1:00 PM. Two dark cars will take you to the airport. I will have someone meet you when you land,” she instructed. <“Any word on our friends if you get my drift?”> <”Bring your bow and quiver. You may need them. Nicolas and I will do our best to deal with the problem. However it is best to be prepared, no?” she informed him. “You all will be flying a private charter here. I hope to have you here right after sunset.”> <”Pardon me, you didn’t answer my question.”> She continued, <”The Enforcers are here, Dubois.”> <”I’d like to steer clear of those creeps,” he groused.> <”That would be good for all. Very well. I shall expect you all for dinner. Until then,” she concluded.> “Au revoir,” he concluded hanging up. “Is she really flying us up there?” Caroline wondered. “She is. You will meet her at dinner tomorrow night,” Dave noted before heading to his lab. Seeing that his herb bombs were set, he assessed, “Looking good.” He placed them into his knapsack and returned to the living room. “Bug bombs all right?” Charles supposed, knowing the other teen’s stock and trade. “Let’s hope those are better than the one I had in Smallville. That one was a dud!” Laura reminded Dave. “I heard about that. Sorry, Laura. I’ve amped up the formula,” Dave apologized. Actually Pauline did that but I’m not going to tell them that. “I’m glad you’re okay.” “Thanks to our dark stalker,” she replied ruefully. “Watch it. It’s still around here some place,” Karen informed them while glancing at her boyfriend. “It won’t hurt any of you. Chill out.” Dave yawned. “I’m going to bed. Good night.” “You can sleep in our room,” Caroline told Laura. “I’ll be fine on the couch,” the visitor declined. “You take my bed. No buts,” Karen countered. “Since you put it like that, okay.” Laura slumped her shoulders. “I hate putting anyone out.” “Don’t you worry about that,” Karen assured her. “Come on; let’s get you settled.” Chapter 8 [Montreal] Hundreds of miles to the north, the icy chill cut through the St. Lawrence River valley and surrounding highlands. Snow covered the landscape. Although many denizens hustled to finish their Christmas shopping, most stayed indoors away from the subzero temperatures. Rising high from the downtown district, the Chateau Grenoble provided comfort and hospitality for the wealthy. The 250 year old structure held banquets, meetings and numerous liaisons within its elegantly decorated walls. On the top floor, a rather unique international gathering occupied the Louis conference room. For the past hour, they had debated—rather argued—about their problem at hand. “Once again, Dijon, your witch’s handiwork confounds us!” a lanky Asian snapped harshly. The Burgundian glared at the Enforcer for the latter’s attitude. He knew the price of the Countess’ bargain with Dahak. “Isobel paid for that, Yi Han!” “But her mistakes linger. The daughters’ survival insured that,” a burly Irishman indicated through a thick brogue. “And their line returns here after all of these years. You remember the agreement, Dijon!” a Native American growled. Dijon slammed his fist on the table, shaking the entire room. “I am aware of Dubois and the Potter mortal’s arrival tomorrow! They will be dealt with. What they seek has been buried for centuries.” As he said that, he heard the infernal sound again. “Dijon?” the Irishman asked. But the Burgundian was deep in thought, recalling the last encounter with the boy. His ears couldn’t shut it out. The Scream nearly overwhelmed him. “Enough! We should prepare a special welcome for them! You three will wait at the archive, secreting yourselves in there before sunrise. Curiosity killed the cat, did it not? It shall them as well. Agreed?” As one, the group concurred. “Just remember—Dubois is mine!” the leader snarled. For the harm you have visited on my house, Dubois, my hand shall be the one that strikes you down! **** __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(09/13) Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 06:05:44 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 [Quebec City—Old Governors’ Maison] Further up the frigid river valley, Clarise stared through the plate glass windows in her reception area on the maison’s top floor. Although the carpet cradled her footfalls and her wine impressed by its quality, she didn’t treasure any of those things. Although born a daughter of privilege, she only wanted to take her vows and spend her days in a convent. As the middle daughter, the Duke and Countess were more than willing to do that for her. Back in the first decade of the seventeenth century…. When everything seemed simple….. She had her sisters and brother….. When she was still mortal…. If only you and Dubois hadn’t ruined everything, Nicolas….. **** [Mirabeau Chateau, Vendee, France—1604] Clarise sat in her bedchamber, studying her scriptural passages as Father Francois had instructed. The castle seemed extraordinally tense on that evening as all stayed in their rooms. Mama must still be downstairs. What is she doing with that girl? On the previous two evenings, she had snuck down to the donjon with bread and some milk for the prisoner, an attractive young woman. Despite the latter’s strange garments and accent, she seemed pleasant enough. Then explosions rocked the facility, shaking everything. “Mon Dieu!” she exclaimed, shutting her Bible and running out into the hall. Seeing her chambermaid rushing toward her, she begged, <“Denise?”> <”Lady Clarise, let me get you to safety!” the elderly woman implored. “Your sister and the others are looking for you!”> Through the window in her lady’s room, she saw little lights resembling fireflies dotting the woods’ edge. <”Hurry!”> “Merci, Denise,” a taller woman expressed. <”Save yourself! I will see to my sister.”> When the other had vanished down the stairs, she instructed, <”Come with me.”> <”Heloise, what had Mama done?”> Heloise sighed. <”She has unleashed a dark demon! Now she and her accomplices seek to hold it off!”> Another explosion echoed up from the donjon. Outside, the mob could now be heard. And then she heard a shrill horrible noise. Instinctively, she crossed herself. <”Sister, what in Heaven is that?”> <”A creature out of Hell itself, Clarise. We must go now! Michel and Elaine already hurry down the hidden passage to safety!” Heloise pointed out.> <”Therese! Where is she?”> <”Here.”> The youngest daughter stalked toward them. <”I’d prefer to leave the simpering to you.”> She glared at their older sister. <”Our place is with Mama! Imagine controlling the Destroyer!”> <”Better a plague than the puddle soiling your skirts, Big Sister,” Therese chided.> Hearing the crash of something hard against the outer keep, Heloise pushed them apart. <”Enough! Make for the passage! Let the devil that Mama serves help her now! Lord Bertrand waits for us!”> She pushed her sisters into the hidden passage’s darkness and slid the bookcase shut behind them. Clarise crossed herself again as she and her sisters made their way deeper into the damp tunnel with only a flickering torch to guide their hurried steps….. **** [Modern Day] As her mind returned to the present, she finished her draught of wine and retired to her study. A fire blazed away in the central fireplace. The chamber’s walls each had a bookcase pressed against them. Over these features, a different portrait hung, paying witness to those loved and lost. In the far corner, a nun’s habit, cassock and veil hung in the closet. <“Much easier,”> she groused, looking at the portraits. How she missed her siblings despite the issues between them. <”We have guests coming tomorrow including Mama’s prisoner and her demon. Therese, there are ways to benefit us all. If only you had understood that. Now your descendant’s ghost does us all harm. Heloise, your descendant accompanies them.”> She looked at the portraits of the man and woman beside them. <”Michel and Elaine, you deserved better.”> Then over the fireplace, she stared at the central portrait. The Countess commissioned a severe portrait as a warning to her rivals and husband against getting in her way. In addition to the frown, her eyes cut through the souls of onlookers much as a cobra entrances its prey. Her trip to the stake revealed how intimidated her rivals really were. <”Your victims come seeking answers, Mother. I will give what I can. The boy does not deserve to languish in darkness,” she challenged.> She felt the bite scars on her neck. <”You will not deny him as well.”> With that, she left the study, retiring to her bedchamber. __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(10a/13) Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 06:08:32 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Chapter 9 [Next day—Quebec City airport] As promised, the limos picked the travelers up at precisely 1:00. After a half hour ride to Westfield, the charter took off into the cold air, fighting a stiff wind up the Connecticut River Valley. Crossing the Canadian border, it veered northeast and followed the St. Lawrence up to the historic city, landing right after sunset. The group shivered off of the plane. While cold in the “Lower 48,” the wind chill exceeded their expectations. “I thought it was cold at home! Geez!” Charles complained. “North woods and all of that stuff, Bro,” Caroline countered while pulling her parka’s hood around her head and face. Watching Dave strap his quiver onto his back, she inquired, “Trouble already?” Dave surveyed the terrain. “Better safe than sorry.” He held his bow at the ready. “Chill, Dave,” Karen advised. “Already there,” he quipped. “Nasty pun.” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean.” Still she didn’t blame him for being on edge. Despite Madame LaMontaigne’s best intentions, this was the perfect place for an ambush. I can’t blame him though. “I thought you both said we could trust our hostess?” Laura queried. “I do for some reason. But knowing Dad or Lieonel, there’s a trap lurking around here somewhere,” Dave insisted. The pilot cleared his throat while locking the plane door and coming down the jet stairs. “Madame appreciates your trust. We will bring your luggage to the Maison. Your guide waits in the terminal.” “Guide?” Dr. Alvarez asked anxiously. Dave opened the glass door and scanned the chamber with his senses. He grinned. “It’s okay. Dr. O’ Connor?” Nick stepped into view. “I wanted to see if you could sense me. Everything all right so far?” “So far,” Dave concurred as they shook hands. “You remember Laura Potter? She’s here to share research notes.” “Of course,” the former Crusader replied. “Good to see you again.” “And you, Sir,” the florist concurred. Looking at the group and pilot, he instructed, “If everyone’s here, we need to get going. Madame LaMontaigne is waiting for us.” He led them toward the waiting van. “Welcome to Quebec by the way. All of your questions will be answered at the maison.” “Warmth!” Charles grunted, jumping into the vehicle. As he and the others did so, Dave looked around at the buildings cautiously. Something didn’t feel right to him. [“Dave?” Karen wondered.] [“Feel that?” he asked.] [“Yeah. We have a stalker again. Not your buddy though,” she noted.] Then the feeling disappeared. [“Keep your eyes open,” he directed as they got in.] Nick did a look around for himself. As with the teens, he too had picked up on the weird sensations. The Enforcers are already on us. I had hoped for a quiet time but I should have known better. **** Upon arriving at the Maison, Nick hustled them through the front door and into the relative safety of the lobby. The group gaped at the exquisite woodworking and art adorning the walls. Period furniture filled the space. Even the counters and architecture appeared historic. “She really lives here?” Charles asked. “Indeed she does,” Nick replied. “She’s been here for a very long time.” “And how long have you known her, Dr. O’Connor?” Dr. Alvarez queried. “We go back a long ways,” the guide retorted cryptically, answering the question to most of the party’s satisfaction save one. “Everything you see here is the real thing. She enjoys the sense of history.” Dave considered his grandfather’s friend carefully. Translation: she’s one of his group and dates from the early New France period. Question is who made her? “Amazing. Did these come from a museum or were they here originally?” “The latter, Monsieur,” Claire answered from the top of the stairs. “Bon soir, mes Ami. Your flight was a good one, no?” She descended the stairs toward her guests. “I am Clarise LaMontaigne. Welcome to Quebec City and my home.” “Muy bien. Gracias,” Dr. Alvarez expressed. “De nada,” the hostess replied warmly. “Thank you for coming, everyone. Please, I have something to show you before dinner. Leave your wraps on the chair and my staff will attend to them.” When everyone had taken off their things, she eyed Dave’s weapons. “Dave, leave the bow,” the superintendent instructed. “Non. Bring it with you everywhere, Dubois. Pardon me, Ricardo Alvarez, but he is prudent to remain armed. We should be careful. Follow me,” Clarise advised, leading them up the stairs. The others followed, wondering what they had gotten themselves into. “Why should he be so careful?” Mrs. Alvarez pushed, feeling uneasy about the whole experience. “I mean you no harm, Jeanne Alvarez. The answers you seek are of great importance to us all. True, there are those who would wish to stop you. I am not one of them.” “And why do you want to know?” Laura queried suspiciously. “I am a scholar of the period, Miss Potter. Do you not wish to find your family’s ancestry?” Laura nodded nervously. “Sure. It’s just that dealing with this stuff has very thick strings attached.” Clarise arched her brow, shooting Nick an ironic glance. “The truth often does. Isn’t that right, Dr. O’ Connor?” He frowned, knowing the source of her inference. “But it will set you free if you let it.” “I suppose.” Their guide opened her study’s doors. “Gaze here and find your first answer.” “First answer?” Karen inquired in confusion. “Dubois and Miss Potter seek the…what do you call her…Ur-Witch? Her identity lies in here,” Clarise revealed, leading them into the chamber. “As your colleague has said, the truth will set you free but it also has very thick strings attached.” “We could be reading these books for months looking for that,” Caroline pointed out. “Maybe not the books,” Laura supposed, looking at the portraits. “Who are they and why is there a space on the west wall? Is one missing?” “Very observant, Laura,” Nick praised, making sure not to make eye contact with Clarise. “The paintings?” Mrs. Alvarez inquired, trying to grasp their meaning. “They seem like a family.” “They are. I acquired them from France some time ago,” Clarise reported. “The missing one is being pursued by my buyers.” Feeling the psychic emanations from the paintings, Karen looked at her boyfriend. [“Dave?”] [“Yeah I feel it,” he agreed.] He raised his right hand toward Therese’s portrait. Sure enough, it glowed brightly. “How?” Dr. Alvarez asked. “She’s somehow tied to the Witch,” Dave assessed. “Madame, this girl’s too young to be the Ur-Witch though.” “Very astute on both counts,” Clarise replied. “She is the youngest daughter, Therese Thibidoux. You know her descendant too well, I am afraid.” “We do?” Charles inquired. Dave shook his head. “She’s Lichtenfeld’s ancestor?” “The very same. It was she who spirited the spell book from here into the wilderness,” Clarise continued, again giving Nick a knowing look. “But there’s more here.” Laura looked at Heloise’s portrait, admiring her simple beauty and serenity. “She’s beautiful, Madame LaMontaigne.” “She was certainly that. Heloise Thibidoux, according to the records, always looked out for her siblings in all things. Of the children, only her line remains intact today,” Clarise explained, smiling warmly at Laura. “She’s my…?” Laura inquired. “Your great-grandmother many times removed, Miss Potter. Oui. Her siblings, Michel and Elaine, flank her,” Clarise explained. The others joined her to admire the picture. __________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - Make it your home page! http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(10b/13) Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 06:10:00 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 “Who’s the creepy lady?” Caroline wondered. Dave put his hand up, feeling the mark burning the flesh. “We’ve found our answer. Laura, meet Heloise’s mother.” “The Countess Isobel,” Nick informed them. “Countess of the Vendee and Duchess of Burgundy.” Dave stared at Nick. “Huh? How’s a late sixteenth century countess duchess called that?” “Dave, she’s a duchess, so?” Charles interjected impatiently. “There was no independent Burgundian duchy at that point. The line married into something else a hundred years earlier,” Dave insisted. Clarise growled to herself. Damn Lorenzo Alvaro’s hide! “You’re right, Dubois. It’s an honorary title of her second husband, Bertrand du Angoleme. Her first husband provided him with the children.” Karen assessed the portrait. “Let me guess. She had Machiavelli’s playbook and knew how to use it?” “Playbook?” the hostess wondered. “She means The Prince,” Dave clarified. “Ah.” The girl’s intuition is as sharp as they say. Dubois is rubbing off on her. “One did not survive that period’s political intrigues without it, Miss Alvarez.” “And yet, she didn’t,” Nick pointed out. “What happened to her?” Charles wondered. At that moment, the porter stuck his head in. <“Pardon me. Dinner is served.”> Glad for the interruption, Clarise beckoned them to follow her. She didn’t answer the question. Why not? Laura looked at Dave, knowing full well what had happened to the Countess. **** [An hour later] As promised, dinner delighted them all. The banquet table burgeoned with courses to tickle their taste buds including meats, vegetables, pastries and drinks. “I’m glad you enjoy yourselves,” Clarise declared. We are now on equal footing as you Americans like to say. It warms my soul to see your interest as well, Dubois.” Dave nodded. “History, especially that era, is my passion, Madame. Being in your study was a unique experience. Merci beaucoup.” “It was my pleasure. The Countess Isobel was a formidable woman. Miss Alvarez’s comment was an apt one. But enough of her for now. Dr. O’ Connor has mentioned your linguistic training, Dubois. Are you prepared for a challenge?” “Challenge?” Laura asked, fearing for her friend. “It’s okay,” Dave assured his friends. “What challenge?” Nick reported, “The archival documents are in Middle French. Can you handle that, David?” The teen shrugged. “It will take time but I can get through them. I’ve been reviewing that period for the last few months. Wish there was more time but that’s how it goes.” There’s another level to this too. “When do we do this?” “Tomorrow is the last day the archives are open before Christmas. I have arranged for Miss Potter and you to use the reading room. The years in question are 1604-1613. Index cards and pencils will be provided for your use of course,” Clarise noted. “After the weekend, you can return there. Meantime, I have planned a holiday for you all.” “And what about us? Can we sightsee?” Caroline asked. “Certainly. Arrangements will be finalized tonight,” the hostess mentioned. [“Meantime, we stay in contact,” Dave told Karen.] [“As if I’m going to let you go in there without me knowing,” she countered.] He barely stopped from rolling his eyes in response. Still, it seemed that everything was going right. Maybe a little too much so. He raised his glass. “Salud, Madame.” “And you, Dubois,” Clarise expressed. For all our sakes, you’d best keep control! Chapter 10 [Next morning] [Maison] Laura inspected her notes while waiting for Dave by the staircase. Despite her insecurity concerning Clarise, the previous night had been very enlightening for her. I can’t believe my ancestor’s portrait is in that study! Wow! She saw Karen approaching. “You’re up early.” “Can’t sleep,” the teen revealed. “I’m worried about you both.” “Karen, it’s an archive and the middle of the day. Most of the boogie-beings come out at night,” Laura dismissed. “Still you’re both underground and away from the daylight. Sorry, I can’t help it,” Karen insisted, shuddering as she said it. “I don’t want you and Dave to get hurt is all.” “We’re going to be fine,” her boyfriend assured her. “Laura, can we have a minute?” “Sure. Meet you downstairs?” she inquired. “Great,” he agreed as she left them alone. “Now, Miss, everything’s going to be okay.” “How can you know that? Dave, that woman knows more about us than we do! I have the feeling it’s like a giant cat and mouse game to her!” she protested. “You have a point. But, Karen, she has the answers we need—that I need,” he stated. “Laura and I learned more last night.” “But is it worth it? Dave, we do need to be careful! Don’t let your drive blind you to everything else. Please,” she pointed out. He took a deep breath. “Your safety is foremost in my mind. If anything happens, we’ll know quickly.” He kissed her. “I love you.” “Same here,” she concurred, grinning at him. “See you tonight.” “Looking forward to it.” He whispered, “Too bad your parents are here. It’s been way too long.” She giggled. “Don’t I know it? We can talk, you know. See you then.” She kissed him again. He waved to her and then descended the stairs to join Laura. Be careful, you two! She looked toward the study where she knew Clarise and Nick would be talking. What is that woman up to? **** __________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - Make it your home page! http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(11a/13) Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 03:45:04 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Two hours later, the Alvarezes met at the bottom of the stairs. After the previous evening’s planning, they were eager for their tour. Looking over the group, Dr. Alvarez asked, “Has anyone seen Dave or Laura yet this morning?” “They’re at the archive,” Karen noted somberly, folding her arms across her chest. “They should have checked in with us first,” her mother lamented. “This is a strange city. Who knows what’s out there?” “Trust us, Mom. If anyone can handle it, it’s Dave,” Caroline assured her. “Just the same. I hope he doesn’t take any unnecessary chances,” her father mentioned. **** [Just above—Mezzanine] Nick observed the group from three flights above; his enhanced hearing picking up on every word. You don’t know how right you are, Jeannie and Ricardo. Especially with the Enforcers lurking in the shadows, this is a dangerous place for us all. <“It will be all right, Nicolas,” Clarise advised. “You should get your rest.”> <“Looking out for me?” he queried.> <“You are my master,” she retorted. “Besides you cannot stop the forces in motion.”> <”But if Dijon…?”> She smiled coldly. <“My stepfather won’t engage Dubois directly. However, the Enforcers will be in the archive. Let them try something.”> The grin grew across her face. <“They won’t be so eager to do so again.”> <“Clarise, what have you done?” he demanded. “You’ve sent them into a trap!”> <“One that Dubois himself recognizes. You forget there is another player on this stage,” she declared.> <“The Manifestation,” he realized.> <”It’s watching. If the Enforcers strike, they shall meet with a nasty surprise.”> She arched her eyebrow at him. <”The Dark One and I reached an understanding, Nicolas. As long as we do not harm Dubois and those he cares about, it will work with us. Touch them and Hell itself will be unleashed.”> <”But if David sees it?” he inquired in disbelief.> She glared impatiently at him. <”So what if he does? He suspects the truth already! I only give the gift of knowledge, Nicolas! You above all should not lecture me about such things! You who consigned me to this dark Hell in which I cannot honor my vows!” The Potter girl and Luthor woman have already figured it out, Chevalier! He needs to know!”> <”Then Lichtenfeld has won,” he conceded.> <"NON!"> She paced back and forth. <”You have so little faith. He has resisted the darkness thus far.”> <”He’s sliding.”> <”His friends will help him,” she countered. “You saw how Smallville reached out to him. I agree the darkness will peak. When he meets my mother and her coven, it will surge like a dark storm. With love, it will remain as a Child rather than the Destroyer.”> <”And you thwart your mother’s designs? Is that your goal in this?” he pursued.> She smirked wickedly. <”Partially. One also helps family as well. Laura Potter is my great-niece many times removed, Nicolas. Her child, if she has one, will bear the burden of her role. That one would be one of the Pueri dolori. My mother would have designs on that one too. Dubois is the key to many things, Nicolas.”> She considered something for a minute. <”I would like to spite the Butcher as well. When the Visitor was murdered, that was Mother’s turning point. But Dijon turned her before Dahak could do it. Speaking of which, I need you to do something.”> <”What would that be?”> <”Distract the Alvarezes and my niece. I will arrange a pretext for Dubois to be alone with his love,” she told him.> <”But her parents are here!”> <”They are adults. Besides, they’re older than the innocent serfs you deflowered on your estates, aren’t they?” she jabbed.> <”That’s different!”> <”Is it now?”> She laughed sarcastically. <”LaCroix does have a point. You delude yourself with convenient moral loopholes. The process, Nicolas, is in motion. By tonight, your loopholes will be irrelevant. Now get your rest.”> She wheeled around and marched back into her study. He stared in the direction where he knew the window would be, knowing that the bright sunshine imprisoned him there. Unreal. Then he headed back for his room to wait out the day. Chapter 11 [Archive—about 4:45 PM] For hours, Dave and Laura sat in the subbasement of Riviere Universitie’s archives. As with the maison, this place’s authenticity intrigued him and awed her. She looked around at the shelves surrounding them in the reading room. Thanks to Clarise, they had their own private area. “This is incredible! I just wish I could be more help, Dave.” He shrugged while muddling through an older French text. “You’ve been a great help already, Laura. Just keep plugging.” He took a note card and scribbled something on it. “For example, this passage you tabbed?” “Yeah so?” He grinned. “Jackpot. 1605, it seems that a Bertrand Richelieu purchased a chateau for himself and five children.” “So? We’re looking for Thibidoux not Richelieu.” “So, the kids were named Heloise, Therese, Clarise, Elaine and Michel. This occurred within a year of the Vendee deal.” He pointed to the place in the text. “Besides, there’s a record of an ornate book listed.” She scanned it, transliterating the passage with effort. “If you’re right, Dave, this is my family’s first record here in North America!” “More than likely, that would be the only thing except for tax records. If Dijon was Richelieu, he would have kept things quiet. Wait a minute!” He snapped his fingers and sprung to his feet. “Now what?” she asked. “The missing portrait must have been Clarise’s. Now this makes sense.” “You’ve lost me, Dave,” she complained. “She wouldn’t have had one painted, Laura. It would have been considered vain and a possession,” he argued. “Nuns couldn’t have either!” “Huh? Where did you make that deduction from, Chief?” she queried skeptically. “Clarise was probably the middle daughter of a family of five. Especially if the group were refugees from France, she would have been hard to find a match for. Easiest thing for her would have been to enter a convent,” he theorized while scanning for the bishops’ records. “Fortunately, this is still early. Only one volume for all of New France at this point.” He skimmed through the book quickly; his eyes looking for ‘Clarise Richelieu’. “Come on, Sister, show yourself.” Five minutes later, he noted, “Only one convent in the area early enough to be our place. Vernoir.” She shook her head. “And you think…?” He flipped to Vernoir’s registry and scanned the listings. “See for yourself.” He revealed the novates’ listing for 1606; his finger resting right next to Clarise Richelieu’s name. “There is your great-aunt, Laura, Sister Clarise.” “I wish I could do this like you can,” she lamented. “Grandpa Alvaro was a slave driver. Besides, I’ve got these things figured out,” he continued while scribbling more notes and references on his note cards. She filled in the missing name on her tree schematic. “That’s everyone for here. We know that Therese and Heloise had families. Wish we could find out about the others.” “We have almost everything we need: entry point, some tax records and this information. Maybe Madame LaMontaigne might help us find more on your ancestor?” he supposed. At that moment, the elderly curator knocked. “Pardon moi, mes Ami. We close in fifteen minutes. It sounds as if the day was productive, no?” __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(11b/13) Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 03:56:51 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 “We have some things,” Dave indicated, feeling something weird through his senses. “Pack it up, Laura.” “What?” she inquired. “Don’t tell me….” “We’ve got company coming quickly,” he told her while stacking the three works in question. The curator screamed loudly. A thud cut that sound off abruptly. The lights soon followed in the outer reading room. “Dave, what’s going on?” she queried, feeling scared. “What happened to the lights in the outer room?” “Uninvited guests,” he snarled while strapping on his gear. The numbness was already creeping across his scalp. “I know you’re out there! COME OUT!” He pitched one of his bombs. The bomb exploded, flooding the outside with mist. Within seconds, the three Enforcers streaked into the room; knocking Dave over before he could do anything and grabbing Laura. “You two should never have come here!” the Irish Enforcer hissed. “Your curiosity will kill you.” “Says you,” Dave countered, firing a shaft into the burly immortal’s midsection. The red haired vampire screamed as he collapsed into dust. Before he could get another shot off, the Native American grabbed him by the throat, lifting him high into the air. “I’ll snap your neck like a twig for that!” Dave’s eyes darted about the room. He saw the Indian’s Asian companion holding Laura. No way…out. “D…don’t do this.” “Are you threatening us, Boy?” His assailant laughed. “Who has who?” “I should kill this one,” the Chinese immortal presumed. “Ya try it,” Dave muttered; his right eye starting to droop noticeably. “We’re alone and you’re dead!” Says ya’ll, Boy! Then the Scream echoed through the archive. “Dave. It’s here!” she exclaimed. “Last chance,” Dave whispered to the attackers. “Do your worst if you can.” Then the Indian felt the cold presence floating behind him. “What?” The Manifestation laughed wickedly as it floated into view. “Leave ‘em ‘LONE!” It pointed at the two vampires, releasing psychic blasts at them. The attacking duo and their victims flew backwards, hitting the wall hard. Dave wrenched himself away from the Native American. “You’re the voice from the cemetery!” The Dark One growled, glaring at the shafts. Sensing its intent, Dave managed to grab Laura and throw them both to the floor. As if heeding a silent command, the projectiles flew through the air, impaling the two vampires repeatedly. She trembled while looking at the Manifestation. “Won’t…hurt ya,” it advised. “Git goin’!” “Who are you?” he insisted while helping her off of the floor. “Ya don’ git it!” “Should he?” she asked fearfully. The Image guffawed ironically. “Dum’ass! AH’M YA’LL!” The duo stared in shock at it. “’Lax! Na’ gonna hurt ya! Watch ‘er, Bro,” it commanded before disappearing. “Great. Now I’m really gone,” he groused while collecting his weapons and their things. “Dave, whatever’s going on, we can deal with it later,” she insisted nervously. Seeing him shaking, she embraced him. “It’s going to be okay. Mrs. Luthor and I knew about your link with that thing already.” “You did?” She nodded. “After it saved us, I realized it was speaking the way you did during the fight with that animal-creature. Anything from you, Dave, can’t be evil. We won’t let it be!” He concurred, “Right. Let’s see Dr. O’ Connor. Right now, I need a stiff drink.” With that, he led her from the damaged area. As they went through the area, he saw the dead curator. “Monsieur Carboneau!” she exclaimed. “They murdered him!” She began to sob, clutching her midsection. “H…how c…could they?” “This is what they meant,” he told her, fighting off his own fear and finding the strength for her to rely on. “Deep b…breath, Laura. We need to call the maison.” “What about the police?” she wondered. “Dave, those creeps murdered him and attacked us! They need to know!” “No, Laura, they don’t…at least not from us. Like the cops are going to deal with vampires?” he retorted, picking up the phone. “Vampires?” she inquired. “Yes.” He dialed the number. <”Madame LaMontaigne, please. This is David Dubois.”> <”What happened, Dubois?” Clarise inquired.> <”Exactly what we thought. The Enforcers were here. The curator’s dead. They forced me to fight them…in front of Laura,” he reported.> <”She saw? You told her, didn’t you?”> <”I had no choice especially since the three Enforcers are ash on the reading room’s floor. I did save the records, Madame,” he continued.> <”Thank you for that but your safety is more important. I will need to speak with you both when you return. Is there something else?” she asked. “I felt the darkness.”> He spasmed, growling into the receiver. “You knew, didn’t you? It appeared.” “Calm yourself, Dubois. Yes, I knew about the Manifestation. It stood up to the Enforcers as I knew it would. We will speak more later. Right now, I am sending Community members to clean up the mess. They will bring you and Miss Potter back here. Meantime, I will deal with the police,” Clarise explained. <“We’re not really in any shape to speak with them,” he told her, slipping back into French.> <”You won’t need to. The matter will be dealt with. See you soon, Dubois.”> With that, she hung up. “Terrific.” He shook his head while setting the phone down and returning to her side. “She’s going to take care of everything.” “How can she?” Laura cried. “How do you deal with this, Dave? How?” He wiped his eyes. “Some days, I can. Others, I fake it. Remember, there are those who want the truth hidden.” “And they want to finish the job from 1613?” “Exactly.” At that moment, he heard footsteps approaching. Then he saw two men and a woman enter the archive. He held his bow ready. “Identify yourselves!” “Put it down, Dubois. LaMontaigne sent us,” the woman mentioned. “Where are the Enforcers?” “Their ashes are in there,” Dave indicated, motioning to the reading room. He walked back into the area. “What are you going to do?” She shrugged. “Erase any trace of this struggle at least in the official sense.” She and the others started collecting the ashes, sweeping up all traces into small bags. “Danton, see to the body.” Laura stared in disbelief. “How can you do this?” “Our kind survives on secrecy, my Dear. Besides, the old man’s body would be traced to the both of you if anything came to light. We know you’re innocent. The law would not think so. He will be found outside in the alley with his throat cut and wallet missing. All are safe. Justice for all,” the female vampire explained. “This is kind of you,” Dave expressed. The woman looked sarcastically at him. “Surely, Dubois, you know the difference by now between kindness and efficiency. It is an impressive thing though. You dispatched three Enforcers with only a bow.” She looked him over. “No wonder Dijon wants you dead.” “Dijon?” Laura gasped. “Their leader, I suppose. Let me guess: Angouleme or Richelieu?” Dave inquired. “He knows too much, Madeline!” one of the men protested. She raised her hand. “Nicolas taught him to respect our secrets!” Turning to the two researchers, she pursed her lips. “One of their line, you might say. But, Dubois, you know him by reputation already. And he’s met you and your demon apparently.” “Forgive me. Who are you?” Laura asked. “Of course. I am Madeline duMoray, Clarise LaMontaigne’s second in command. She awaits you both at the maison. Follow me,” Madeline bade. “Come on,” Dave advised, carrying his gear and the research notes while helping his friend toward the elevator. __________________________________ Yahoo! FareChase: Search multiple travel sites in one click. http://farechase.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(12a/13) Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 03:51:19 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Chapter 12 [Maison—Twenty minutes later] Karen sat on the staircase, feeling really upset and scared about the afternoon’s events. While the shopping trip had its moments, the past two hours proved particularly traumatic. Something happened in the archive. Darn it! I knew I should have gone with them! “It’s going to be okay, Sis,” Caroline tried to assure her. Karen shot her an incredulous look. “Of course he is! But he and Laura were lucky, all right?” She shook her head. “I thought he was being paranoid. Guess he knew what he was talking about.” “He has the experience,” the older sister agreed. Karen felt the vibes in front of the door. “They’re here!” She rushed down the stairs and up to her friends, nearly tackling them in the process. “You both okay?” “A little shaken up but otherwise fine,” Laura noted, looking at both Dave and Madeline as she said it. “Just another day in Paradise,” he added, downplaying the whole thing. “I need to put my stuff away and then talk to our hostess.” He turned to the vampire. “Merci, Madame.” She smiled. “No trouble, Dubois. Pleasant journey back to your home.” With that, she departed. “I don’t suppose you found anything in there?” his girlfriend inquired. “There’s another link,” he told her. “Plus we’ve IDed the missing sibling from the portrait gallery.” “Really?” Caroline queried. “Really.” Laura walked over and managed to keep her nerves in check. “She was my Great Aunt Clarise, a nun at the Vernoir Convent from 1606-1613. Then we found the purchase record for the family chateau too.” “Sounds like you both had a productive day,” Karen assessed. “We did despite the party crashers,” he assured her. “We did have help though.” “What?” Caroline asked, not getting what he was talking about. “But you two were alone down there!” “Not really,” Laura disagreed, fighting off a nervous spasm. “That dark whatsis showed up again.” I knew it! “It didn’t hurt you, did it?” Karen pushed out of concern. “It’s a bodyguard not a threat. If it wanted us dead, we’d be dead,” he argued, leaving out the crucial detail for later. “Come on.” They headed up the stairs and toward the study. “Say, Caroline, sorry but this is something that we need to deal with,” he indicated, wincing as he said it. “We’ll fill you in later,” Laura noted as she knocked. “Oui. Entre, mes Ami,” Clarise called. “What’s she going to say to you that I can’t hear?” “Trust me,” her sister told her. “There are a lot of things you don’t need to hear right now. We’ll fill you all in afterwards.” With that, they left the older Alvarez sister standing out in the hall, closing the door behind them. Trust her, she says. This is just way too weird! She scratched her head while stalking down the hall toward the family’s rooms. **** [Clarise’s Study—Minutes earlier] While the researchers were still on their way back there, Clarise hung up the phone and rubbed her chin. <”Dijon, why do you persist in this?”> She poured a glass of straight Chablis for herself. <”You know why,” Nick interjected from where he sat across the room.> She stared at the older immortal. <”Dubois wanted answers. He has scratched the surface now.”> <”At what cost? He’s still….”> <”What is he, Nicolas? A child? Non. Dubois and his friends are of age now. I think your promises to his grandsire are noble. However, it is time for Dubois to face his demons. Whether the Dark One becomes such is up to him in the long run,” she argued.> <”And Dijon? He won’t stop now,” he countered.> She laughed ruefully. <”As if he would have before? After our misadventure, he blames Dubois and the Alvarez girl for my mother’s execution. You know how the Butcher is in that regard.”> She gazed out the window into the icy darkness. <”The day they face each other, the Community had better be prepared for war.”> <”Nikki will be happy to hear that,” he retorted sarcastically.> <”She is an Elder as you should be. Not all of us have the luxury of denying our responsibilities. You’re a poor example in that regard. It sounds strange but I have faith in Dubois. Today he justified it. He took the first step in his larger destiny,” she pointed out.> At that moment, a knock came from the door. <”They’re here. We’ll pick this up later,” she noted.> “Entre, mes ami!” The trio entered the study, closing the door behind them. “Can we stick to English please?” Laura requested. “Sorry, I can barely think as it is.” “Of course,” the hostess concurred. “Please make yourselves comfortable.” She poured wine for them. “Here, you are of age. If you weren’t before, as of today, you are.” She handed them to her guests. “What are you talking about?” Karen queried. “I know Dave has his rogues’ gallery but….” “She means that there are those who want to kill me.” Dave took a draught from his glass. “No matter how hard we try, I won’t ever have a normal life.” “You can try though!” his girlfriend argued. “He can and will, Miss Alvarez,” Clarise replied. “We, his friends and allies, can assist in that regard. However, to stay close to him is hazardous.” “But necessary,” Nick interjected. “Without you both, David would already be lost.” He turned to the teen in question. “Don’t you agree?” “Absolutely,” Dave concurred. “Balance is key.” “And that dark image? What is it?” Karen looked at her friends closely. “You know something.” “It’s me, Karen,” Dave revealed. She stared at him. “What? But how?” “It told us, Karen,” Laura lamented. “Whatever happened at the Talon is taking effect.” “Then Lichtenfeld’s behind this! But, Dave....” “Her spells are still working,” Nick pointed out. “That doesn’t mean you give up.” “As if I would,” Dave countered. “No way. That bitch has taken enough from me! But I know I’ll need help to deal with everything she’s done.” “That we can give you,” Clarise noted. “You’ve come farther, Dubois, than anyone would have imagined. But the real tests lay ahead of you all.” “But the Witch is trapped!” Karen insisted. “She means her master,” Nick clarified. “It’s not done with him.” “Goodie for me. Fire boy and hunters all over the place,” Dave deadpanned. “Some game this is.” “Dave, this is serious!” Laura insisted. “And today, I find out there are vampires! This is crazy!” She looked at the two older people in the room. “I suppose you both are too? Don’t worry; I can keep a secret.” “We know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here, Miss Potter,” their hostess concurred while letting her eyes glow at them. “Nicolas?” “That’s how I know about it,” Nick revealed. “Remember, you all must keep your silence. The ones who attacked today, the Enforcers, enforce our Code. They will want to silence you. There are those who object to what you know. Others want to stop you from uncovering the past. Laura, Lillian Luthor and Peggy Masters know about me if you need to talk to someone.” “And were you there? In France, I mean,” Laura insisted. “I was in the area if that’s what you mean,” Nick fibbed, not wanting to detail everything. He looked at the Countess’ portrait. “She started this.” And you, David, will face her there. “That’s why you must learn as much as you can in the meantime.” “We will,” Karen vowed. “Speaking of which, at least you got some new leads.” “We did. I’ll be heading to Northfield some time this month to look at the house. It’s still there. The locals are scared of it and with good reason,” Dave mentioned. __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(12b/13) Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 07:02:13 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Another knock came from the door. “Remember, this must stay under wraps,” Clarise urged before opening the door. “Dr. Alvarez, please come in.” The superintendent rushed in. “Are you two all right? Caroline told us.” “We’re fine,” Laura assured him. “Dave dealt with it.” “These can put anything out of its misery,” Dave remarked. “At least we found some things out. There is one question though still hanging.” “And it’s going to keep hanging. We’re leaving,” Dr. Alvarez asserted. “Great.” Dave frowned. “The Great Link is left hanging.” “I can arrange for the books to be available down there with Nikki diCosta,” Clarise told him. “The purpose of your visit here has been accomplished.” “It has?” the superintendent wondered. “We can leave tonight if that’s possible.” “I guess,” Dave conceded, still wanting more time with the archives. He shook his head while leaving the room. “What was that about?” the nervous father queried. “Leaving here is a good short term solution but the quest will continue for him,” Clarise declared. “Your support makes a difference. There is one more journey for him to make though.” “This thing about Jamestown, Virginia,” Karen commented. “Oui. There you will find the so-called Great Link he seeks,” the former Crusader agreed. “Why don’t you go there and let him know?” Dr. Alvarez asked heatedly. “Because it is for him to discover,” Clarise countered. “Rest assured, I do not delight in his pain. I, however, have studied this process. She cursed him. Lichtenfeld only reinforced that for both him and Miss Potter.” “So this Countess is behind it?” the superintendent supposed. “I really think we’ve seen enough of this. I’ll tell the others to start packing. If Dave wants to go to Virginia, this time, I’ll let him go by himself.” He left the room quickly, wanting only to leave that place. “That’s it. When he gets that look on his face, he’s not changing his mind,” Karen lamented. “I’ll be in my room doing the same. Laura?” “I’ll be there in a minute,” she agreed. When her friend had left, she closed the door to insure privacy. “Thank you for trusting me. You can count on me.” “Thank you for being so earnest.” She looked at the guest. “You have a question?” Laura nodded. “I was wondering if either of you knew about the missing sibling. Dave found her in the records.” Clarise arched her eyebrow. “Did he? He does stumble on the most curious things!” “I was wondering if either of you knew Sister Clarise?” The hostess turned to her master who looked back at her curiously. Dubois dug more in one day than even I anticipated! “I did a long time ago. She was a sweet and kind young woman not unlike yourself, Miss Potter. She…committed suicide after her siblings were murdered.” That’s quite a way to put it. Nick turned toward the window lest Laura see his disgruntlement with that version of the story. “I see. That is strange. A woman of Sister Clarise’s faith wouldn’t damn herself unless….Strange.” Laura considered the immortals again before leaving the room. They know more than they’re telling! After they were alone, Clarise opened the closet and considered the nun’s costume again. <“How strange indeed. Wouldn’t you say, Nicolas?”> <“You made your choice, Clarise,” he retorted.> <“I did but for different reasons than you. Too bad she cannot know the truth. The reason she’s here is because of what I did for Heloise.”> She frowned. <”Suicide? I prefer sacrifice.”> <”Nobody’s damning anyone.”> She glared at him. <”No? Leave me. I would like to be alone.”> He shook his head. Still the past haunts me. She and Serena should meet sometime. <”As you wish.”> With that, he departed. For the rest of the evening, her eyes went between her former role and her sister’s portrait. <”She should know.”> A bloody tear coursed down her cheek. Just before sunrise, a voice advised, <”There are those who pray for you, Sister.”> She turned to see a slender brunette angel floating behind her. <”Heloise?”> <”Oui. Laura doesn’t need to know yet.”> <”She’s like you and Elaine,” Clarise noted. “You both stood up to Mother and the Butcher. I ran away.”> <”Your faith has always been the bulwark of our family, Clarise. Heaven knows why you went into darkness.”> The angel wiped her sister’s face. <”Love never goes unrewarded, Little Sister. Your goodness enabled Laura to be as she is and her offspring to be what it will be. Don’t give up. Remember, Michel, Elaine and I love you.”> She kissed the vampire’s forehead before vanishing. <”Time to rest before resuming my duties,”> she told herself putting her costume away again and retiring to her chamber. Perhaps her guests were gone but their tasks remained. And for Dave, a long road indeed….. __________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - Make it your home page! http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(13a/13) Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 07:04:22 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 Conclusion [December 26] [Faerie Lands] The Empress studied the scene through her mist portal. “And another strand in the tapestry is revealed.” “Only hinted at,” Nai-Jin corrected. “Soon though, the boy will emerge in the young man.” “Indeed. Now that he has some answers, how will he apply them? The goddess obscures that from me,” the Elf Queen remarked. “She will reveal herself when she wishes, Milady. Excuse me, I am needed back in the village,” the prophetess indicated. She bowed and departed. Despite her words, she did know what would happen. Dahak’s evil has only begun to spread. Soon, the boy will face it. And that force will lead to this ‘Countess’. Goddess, help him on that day! **** [Smallville—Luthor Castle] Laura walked briskly into the structure, knowing she needed to see its mistress. Since her return, she had put off the Kents’ and her sister’s queries. They can’t know. Finding the door to Lillian’s bedroom ajar, she knocked. “Mrs. Luthor?” “Come in, Laura,” Lillian bade. “Come in and close the door.” When the latter had, she added, “I heard you had quite the trip.” “You did? Dr. O’ Connor told you?” Laura asked. The ill woman nodded. “We spoke yesterday.” She rose slowly from her chair. “You and David made quite the impression up there.” “I imagine we did.” She took out the family tree. “We shored up most of the links!” “That’s what he said. In one day, David found what has eluded researchers for hundreds of years. I wish I could have seen it for myself.” “Better that you didn’t,” Laura replied ruefully. “Those creeps nearly killed us.” She went white as she remembered the scene. “It appeared again.” “I know.” “It confirmed what we knew.” Lillian sighed, “We can hope David holds on.” She looked out of the window at the gray overcast day. For all of our sakes….. **** [Cappuccino Express—a couple of hours later] Karen cleared a couple of tables, preparing for the late afternoon rush. Even though school was out for Christmas vacation, the café would be full. Not that she minded it. With Dave on the road again, she wanted to keep busy. Garth walked into the near-empty café and up to the counter. “Glad I caught you, Karen. Merry belated Christmas.” “Same to you, Garth. Everything go okay here?” she wondered. “Nothing too exciting. The paper got out. Miss Gatchell’s still ticked about your field trip,” he informed her. “I wish that woman would get a clue,” she groused. “She should have been there.” He leaned close to her. “So did you find anything?” “Dave did. That’s why he left again,” she replied. “He should be back late tomorrow.” “And? What about Laura?” She shrugged. “After this trip, Dave will have all of the answers she needs. I wish I were there with him though.” “Yeah, Caroline said your Dad kept you back here. That’s harsh,” he noted. “He’s scared. I can’t blame him. But Dave needs to find out and that won’t stop anytime soon,” she mentioned. “Especially with Mr. Dark and Creepy popping up all over the place.” He nodded once again recalling the prophecy from the Inner Realms. Like me he is—dark and light in one. “Let’s hope he doesn’t take a turn for the worse.” “You got that one right,” she declared, sipping on her coffee. Dave, I’m here for you no matter what. **** __________________________________ Yahoo! FareChase: Search multiple travel sites in one click. http://farechase.yahoo.com Subject: xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13)(13b/13) Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 07:08:33 -0700 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Discoveries (Dubois Chronicles 1.25)(FK-Smallville)(PG-13) David J. Duncan 1987/2005 For notes & such, please see Part 1 [Boston—Captain’s Hearth] Nick sipped on his goblet of blood wine moodily. While the trip north was rocky, he knew it could have been worse. At least they’re still alive. “You did all you could, Nicolas,” Nikki declared, tiring of coddling him on this topic. “I will do what I can for him now.” “And if he needs me?” She growled. “Dubois needs to find his own way. Let him do so. You have helped him all you can. >From what Clarise said, he handled himself against the Enforcers.” “And now, he’s Community Enemy #1,” he lamented. “Dijon was a fool to provoke his darkness. But, Nicolas, the more you protect him, the less likely Dubois will confront his dark side. We cannot stop the process.” “But Clarise’s promise….” “She’s as weak as you are in many respects,” the Elder growled. “But she had a point. We are support not a crutch. Just as with Dante, he too must experience his own path. Consider that.” “And what about his teacher?” he inquired. “Alvarez will deal with her. I did suggest that she lay off of Dubois.” She kissed his cheek. “Go on. You need to catch your flight.” He nodded, taking his valise and looking around the tavern. “Take care.” With that, he disappeared into the night. She looked intently into the night backdrop. “Yes. The boy will need to find his own way…even if that takes him into the most dangerous of paths.” Taking a meaningful sip of wine, she returned to her preparations for the rest of the evening. Feeling a familiar presence, she hissed, “You could have weighed in.” LaCroix shook his head. “The boy and his guilt sicken me, Nikki.” “He knows now to stay away,” she noted. He arched his eyebrow. “You don’t know him like I do. At some point, Nicholas will involve himself again in Dubois’ affairs. Count on it.” **** [St. Andrew’s Cemetery—Jamestown] Even as those people closest to him discussed current events, Dave headed through the tombstones, looking for one site in particular. For the past two days, his quest had led him to drive down I-95 to this place. On the day before, he had found Therese’s former home—under a pawn shop no less. If they only knew how she sold her soul to follow in Mommy’s footsteps. After that, the scar and his senses had led him there. The night’s thick mists obscured his movements. “Come on. Where are you, Lady?” Then he saw a mausoleum appear through the fog. “What have we here?” He inspected the granite structure. “Martin. Looks like I just struck pay dirt. Too bad it’s locked.” As if on cue, the chain rattled and shook before the lock snapped open. He felt the familiar cold and dark aura nearby. “Come out.” The Manifestation appeared. Git in there! Ain’t nothin’ there anyhow! Great. My own bodyguard. He opened the door and peered inside. As he did, he felt the scar burning his hand. “Crap!” He saw five coffins there. Inspecting them all, he found the one he wanted. “Clarissa Forbert Martin.” The scar’s glow dispelled that false identity. “Bon jour, Terese.” “You are thorough, Dubois,” Clarise complimented from behind him. He nearly jumped. “Dammit! How long have you been there?” She smiled. “Just a minute or so. You should pay more attention.” She examined the scene. “This is why you had to come here.” “You knew she was here,” Dave indicated while taking notes. Then he took a piece of tracing paper. “Rubbing time.” “What do you intend to do with that? That witch cannot know about that!” she protested. “Of course not. This is for me,” he assured her. “But she should be moved. Burying her on consecrated ground is inappropriate.” “She’s here though!” she snapped. “Because they didn’t know who she was. What would her sister think of this?” he insisted. “She ridicules Clarise with the name and by being here.” “I’m sure, Dubois, that she would have wanted the best for her sister no matter what,” she indicated. Still, on the inside, she did admire his insight. “Still Clarise was a suicide. In the end, her principles failed her.” He stared at her sarcastically. “Grandpa Alvaro always said there’s more to the story than what’s on the surface. On the matter of the sorceress here, relax. I’m not talking about scattering her bones or anything.” He stood up. “You move her body to an undisclosed location that maybe you and I know about and that’s it. The coffin and marker stay put. Capesh?” “Oui. I shall attend to this. Remember though, it is our secret, Dubois.” She felt another presence closing in. “We should go. Please thank the Alvarezes for their visit. Safe journey, Dubois, we will meet again.” He nodded and vanished into the fog, heading for Bessie and the road back north. She smiled briefly. If only he knew. She turned back to the grave. <”He’s right, Therese. You do not deserve to be here.”> She looked over her shoulder. <”Nor do you, Butcher.”> Dijon glared at her. <“Don’t presume to tell me where to go, Suicide. You’re as hypocritical as Therese.”> <“At least I honor the terms of my sacrifice as much as it kills me to do so. Perhaps though not as much as the loss of three Enforcers kills you though,” she retorted, jabbing him.> <”We underestimated the boy.”> <”Just as Mother did. Stay away from him if you know what’s good for you. Despite everything, he does offer much for us to consider. I intend to follow his plan. Therese will be moved to Quebec where I can watch over her. Let the mortals think this ‘Clarissa Martin’ is still here. Leave, Butcher, or I will report your role to the Council,” she told him.> <”There will be reckoning for this!” he threatened before disappearing into the sky.> For several minutes, she stood silent watch. For centuries, it has been so, Dijon! What must be done, must be done. Soon, we shall proceed accordingly. With that, she secured the mausoleum and took off herself, knowing that the story was unfolding both there and in the past. What cost that Mobius strip would have….what cost indeed. THE END (for now) __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com