A Nightly Visit [Open]

[empathkat]

The night sky was full of dark clouds, a storm brewing within the canvas of night, yet no rain fell, no lightning cracked the air. It was peaceful and even the moon managed to shine through the clouds above as it peeked through any and every cloud that slithered by it. Below on the grass of the cemetery was a woman with long blond hair flowing down over her slender shoulders. Bright sapphire orbs pierced across the horizon as her eyes shifted looking for a single grave, her mothers. Today was the very day she had died and Kat had made a tradition to put flowers upon her grave, in remembrance. Adorned in a black jacket with a t-shirt just beneath and a pair of black sweats fluttering around her figure, she moved slowly, letting her shoes press against the grass. The night was cool and she enjoyed the feel of the breeze against her skin, it calmed her spirit and mind.

As her eyes fell upon the grave of her mother, Kat stopped directly in front of it and knelt down before it. Bowing her head, she placed the rose within the vase by the tombstone. I'm sorry mother, she thought to herself as her eyes closed tightly. Kat knew the death wasn't her fault, but she still felt like she could have done something to save her. A heavy sigh escaped from her lips as she let her rear end rest upon the grass. Curling her arms around her knees, she opened her eyes and stared at the tombstone before her. Letting time pass slowly and the wind wrapped around her, Kat only stared at the words that were carved into the stone before her. Whatever happened next, wasn't Kat's concern, at least not yet.
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Standing up from the gave, Kat decided to move on from this spot since her respects were now paid in full for the year, or at least so she thought. Slipping her fingers into her pockets, she began to trail down through the lanes of tombstones as her eyes stared ahead. The cemetery was always an interesting place to Kat, so many myths lay around it, such as the dead rising into zombies or vampires. Some people thought it was a place of evil while others believed it was holy grounds. It was amusing how those who understood nothing about the magic in this world would think so stupidily. They were arrogant and quite moronic when it came to thinking at all. Giving a gentle sigh, she stared down at her feet as they moved slowly through the grass, crumbling the blades beneath each step. Her eyes began to fall upon a rather large tombstone protruding from the earth like a small monument. Approaching it, she stared at the carvings within it and as her eyes fell, she couldn't find who was buried there, but with a simple shrug, she left it alone. Lifting her eyes from the grave, she drifted them around her seeing nothing but more graves and she seemed rather alone in this spot, perhaps the way she liked it. Giving a gentle sigh, Kat continued to jaunt through the cemetery, moving slowly through the aisles of the dead that lined the ground around her.

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The damp air of the night made the environment soothing. Peter was up in a tree, one of his favorites, hiding out from life's problems. He hadnt much time for himself since he had a child and had to protect a New Charmed one under orders of his deceased wife. But Tonight, instead of the usual mourning, Peter decided to take a walk to the place where they first met, the cemetary, up in this very tree. The memory seemed so real, as if he was reliving what he was hiding from.

Peter could smell the fresh dirt in the air that came from an open hole that the undertakers hadjust dug up, in preparation for yet another funeral, yet another death. Around him, grasshoppers could be heard singing their song whilst wolves seemed to add to the greusome melody. Peter didnt seem to hear it all,since he was dazed into that one memory.

Falling into a quick sleep, Peter dropped out of the tree and fell right in front of the girl who was walking through the aisles of tombs. Peter was awake, and surprised, too embarass to speak, only to brush himself off and play as if it intentionally happened.

[empathkat]

Kat's pace was slow as she held her wrist within her hand and as the man fell from the tree in front of her, she only jumped back slightly and her fingers tightened. She was ready to kill whatever was there, but she made no stance as if she was going to do so. Taking a moment to stare at the being on the ground before her, she perked a thin brow at her sapphire orbs looked over the man slowly. Whatever he was doing here, she doubt it was spying on her or even stalking her, no this man seemed to have problems of his own. This was easily told from the fact he was feeling embarrassed and Kat only rolled her eyes. While the man began to brush himself off, Kat turned down an aisle and continued her walk, acting as if the man had never fallen from the tree. There was no point in talking with him nor did she see him as any harm to her given the fact he didn't do anything hostile, yet.

Continuing her jaunt through the cemetery, she didn't seem to care of the man wanted to talk or follow her at all. Listening to what little wild life was around to make their sounds, she stopped before a mausoleum. Reaching out her left hand, she let her fingers run against the cold cement while her head turned to stare back at Peter. A smile softly spread across her lips as she disappeared around the corner of the mausoleum, curious if the man would follow or go back to what he was doing.

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Peter noticed the girl simply walking away as if she had seen nothing, or as if he wasnt even there. Peter was a bit confused, still brushing off the brown mucky dirt that bruised his new blue jeans and white t-shirt. Peter was upset, and sad now, these mixed emotions seemed to follow him wherever he goes now.

After glimpsing on his clothing and then at the girl once more, he noticed that she seemed to have disappeared. Great! What now? Peter wanted to know what, or who she was as she didnt even bother to acknowledge him. Limping behind her slowly, he managed to see her blonde hair flapping as she moved. "Who are you? He shouted brazenly with the utmost precautions.

[empathkat]

Shortly after rounding the corner of the cement structure, the man's voice seemed to linger in the air and as she stopped she gave a soft giggle at the man's question. Not taking the time to turn around, Kat stared ahead as she spoke, "Who am I?" she repeated with another giggle passing her lips after her sweet voice lingered into the air. Throwing her head around, her blond hair swished over her shoulder as she looked back at Peter. Slowly she began to turn around to face the man and a half smirk began to play across her tender lips, "And who are you to know my name?" The question floated off her tongue casually as she nestled her shoulder against the mausoleum beside her, awaiting the man's words. Shaking her head, she laughed softly, "Where are my manners," she smirked softly as she pushed away from the structure than merely spun around and continued to walk. Point was, she had no manners to wards strangers and she wanted to see how far this man would follow her if she lead. Gently looking over her shoulder at the man, she gave a full grin wondering how confused he truly was, because she was quite amused by the male.

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As the girl seemed to continued on her pathethis journey of a maze, Peter became slightly annoyed. Her words seemed to crawl over the top of his skin, damped with the fog that was rolling in on a cemetary night. Peter took another two steps before stopping himself and picking up a rock and throwing it at the girl. He seemed to have lost his mind, his consciousness. Besides, there was nothing to lose, he had no wife, he had no job, and now he had no life.

He seemed to only be able to do something when it came to defending good, he might as well have been a whitelighter instead. Peter turned around and headed back to his orginal place in the tree, he didnt care if the girl was hit, besides, he thought she was some dumb mortal without a care in the world.

[empathkat]

While she was moving away, she noticed the man wasn't following and just before she decided to look back a second time, a rock managed to smack the back of her head. Hissing softly, she rubbed the back of her head and she could feel some of her own blood slowly drizzling from the impact. Stomping her foot into the ground, she turned to where the man was and screamed out, "I hope you die!" Anger filled her entire body as she turned towards the exit and began to stomp off, her hand holding the back of her head. The blood wasn't bad, but the wound was big enough for a few drops of it to spill from the crack. Pulling her hand away, she figured it was slowing down now and she stared ahead at the cemetery gates. "Humanity doesn't deserve to be saved," she hissed under her breath as her anger grew and ideas spun within her head and a grin began to creep over her lips, "Perhaps I should." A soft giggle escaped her lips as she exited the cemetery as the idea of calling a dark witch fluttered into her mind, clearly she was going to have to consult her spell book, but tomorrow night, she will give it a try.

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Peter heard the girl's rude comment but ignored her. He simply climbed back into the tree and layed on a branch, watching the girl leave as drops of blood slipped from her hand as she was holding the wound. Peter exhaled, life's problems was getting to him, the old Peter would never attempt to hit a woman, a strange woman at that. Closing his eyes he drifted into a sleep, hopefully his dreams would be better than life itself.