Picking Up The Pieces, Pt. 1

*at the Charlottenburg Palace in Germany, Pandora recieves an urgent message from her husband, Marius at a little before 6 o’clock in the evening.*

My dearest, 

Va’lis’ current state absolutely breaks my heart… don’t tell him I said that.  He came to me practically begging me to let him go to Germany. I couldn’t say no, forgive me.  Whether the time is right or not, he’s on his way and bringing Miss Parker with him.  You’ll have to meet him in Paris.  He is fully accredited now, I saw to it, as a Romanus… our adopted son. 

Love always,

M.

*sighs*

“Fuck,” she mumbled as if no one would hear her.

She crumpled up the paper and put in her Chanel bag.  She looked up to see a dissheveled Cherilyn, still crying… mourning… the day she had been most looking forward to.  Cherry didn’t mind Pandora’s presence, she knew that underneath it all Pandora was the matriach of the family Romanus, which did in fact include her. “What is it?” she asked Pandora. “Nothing, just business issues in Paris,” she answered with a smile. “If you must go, Pand. Go.” Cherry said, almost not meaning it. “Unfortunately, I do have to go.  But I will be back I promise.”

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What the devil?!?

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Not all cars are the same!  And when it comes to the cars that appeared in the last 100 years on Earth… no two are the same, even when they are.  My passion for these machines started with the Model T.  How fascinating it was to crank up the motor in one of those bad boys!  Truly magical.   Our collection of cars spans many models, many makes, and many years.  Marius shares this passion right along with me… I guess that’s why he when Mary first returned to us, it was the first thing he did for her on Earth — bought her a car. And of course not just any car either.  He wanted her to have the best, thus Mary drives around (when she can — she’s too famous to drive around alone now-a-days) in a shiny beautiful Ferrari 430 Convertible in White with Red Leather interior with her name carved in solid 24k gold plating on the driver’s side door. A real beauty!

And just like Marius spoiled Mary,  for the brief time that Va’lis had been my protégo I had indulged him with a slick concept Cadillac Cien which he fell in love with. But since he was new to Earth, I told him he was not allowed to drive it solo.  First he had to allow us to create him a full identity on Earth, then take driving classes, get a license, get insurance on the car, etc. etc.  He agreed. Then the whole situation happened and Va’lis decided he was better off without me… which broke my heart. But whatever!

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Things Never Change

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Never really gave Earth much thought in the past. Heard about it and visited only a few times, but actively thought about? Never. Still, what with my most recent thoughts… Now was as good a time as any to change that.

Generally speaking, I would never be left to just wander alone. “Irresponsible and Reckless” were two of the words that Marius seemed to favor. “Asshole and Bastard” of course, went to Cherry. “Prick, Psycho, and Child”, along with many many others naturally came from Merida. Which always amuses me, her calling me child. But I digress.

Earth. My new escape and ironically my prison in a sense. I was only allowed to leave Pandora’s compound with an escort. For the rest of the time, I would merely wander about it and read all the new books I could find. Merida had given me several new ones after our last encounter. I was quite enjoying one in particular. It is called “The Bible”. A fantasy book I think. It is filled with several different chapters about countless individuals who all seem to be influenced by a higher being. Extremely amusing to me.

Still, one can only read for so many hours before the mind wanders. It is that wandering of my mind that led me to what Pandora calls a “garage”. All her family members seem to have at least one or two of these “vehicles”. I admit, I have taken to them with a passion. The speed, the subtle control over such a device is such a rush. I was even given one of my very own, a Cadillac Cien it is called. Sleek, elegant and fast. Traits I admire. Pandora had been giving me lessons, but would never let me control it myself. Tonight though, well… She is not here.

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A New Task

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Today was a tough day. Having to tell my surviving daughter, Brelynn that her sister was killed was not easy. Oh how I wish my Pandora was here to properly console her, I feel unequipped. It was a devastating blow. From the note left with …. well… *tries to hold back tears* … its clear that they want to have possession of Those Who Must Be Kept, but for what purpose. Caring for them has been our family’s dynasty; our most vigilant charge.  The word “return” was thrown out there.  Could it be that these bastards that hold my beloved and killed my daughter are the ancients that kept them before me? Perhaps.

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Strangers in the Dawn

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Strangers, ancients… they’ve come to take them, my love. As I write this, they are burning Lola and her children from their coffins in the break of the dawn’s light. The twins were sent away, fleeing for their safety. No one must know what they are. I tried to fend them off from the Pallisades palace, but to no avail. My injuries are far too grave, ground I would need, but no time is left. I have no other recourse, I am turning myself over. I let them take me now to buy us some time; take me to fight another day. They desire our relinquishment of our Queen and her King. How they know we are their keepers, I do not know. These ancients were powerful, as powerful as you and I. They had slaves, half-breed slaves that did their bidding. Never have I seen that many half-breeds, especially in this world.

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