Spoilers for Posession in death and maybe other books before hand.... um the only thing is that in my story Marlena is sixteen when she was killed not fourteen. I needed her slightly more mature than what I'd imagine a fourteen year old to be. also, at sixteen we tend to be a little more meladramatic.. just saying.
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Spoilers for Possession in Death.
Eve couldn’t sleep; the old woman couldn’t sleep so naturally she couldn’t either. And she really had to pee again.
If this was what she was in for when she was older she would seriously consider taking her weapon and ending it all. Or maybe Roarke could fix it. He had enough money.
Yes, when they were old and had to pee more than once a night she would let him buy her a new bladder.
Finished with the peeing she decided to wander for a moment, Roarke had stolen her pillow during the whole minute she was in the bathroom and was cuddling it. She would have to wrestle it back from him, wake him up and listen to him whine until she got settled back into him.
She wondered, briefly, what he did before he met her. More specifically, on the nights that he wasn’t banging someone. She had a short vision of a blow up doll with the ‘o’ shaped mouths, a designer one of course, in a designer nightgown.
She grinned, held back a chuckle and continued to wander the hall.
She nearly screamed when she saw someone sitting on the steps. She might have screamed if it wasn’t for the fact that the figure was, seemingly giving herself a pep talk.
‘You can do this. Just go wake her up and pray to god that she doesn't wake him up.’
“Wake who up?” Eve said and the woman turned.
Woman wasn’t quite the right description. She was still a girl, one with hair the color of wheat, pale blue eyes and a smatter of freckles that made Eve unbearably sad.
She knew who this was and figured that in the morning she would say something stupid then Roarke and Summerset would tie her down and make her play communicator.
“Roarke.” The girl said. Her voice was soft. Far softer than any sixteen year old girl should sound like, the voice reminded her of nixie with an accent.
“You're Marlena” Eve said and sat down. The girl nodded and fiddled with her dress and Eve had a moment to remember what the girl looked like when she died.
“I went to the light, as they would say.” She said and smiled a little “I was allowed to come back tonight and talk to you.”
Eve nodded slowly “this is… weird. I feel like I should run and get Summerset.”
The girl snorted. “Summerset. That is such a weird name.”
Eve stared “that isn’t his name?”
Marlena laughed “No, his name was Basil Kolcheck.”
Eve nodded and smiled “Basil. Whoda thunk it.”
Marlena laughed and continued to fiddle with the hem of her dress “Does Roarke still hate me?”
“WHAT?!” Eve said and in her haste to sit up or possibly stand up she slid down a few stairs. She was silent for a minute, listening for any movement before Marlena looked around, bunched her dress hem in one hand and gave her butt a wiggle and slid down to meet Eve.
“Roarke never hated you.”
“You weren’t there that night.”
“No. but I can guess. He was cold towards you. That sparkle that he usually has in his eyes was gone. He spoke down to you like he couldn’t care less what you think of him or what you do because he has better things to do with his time. And then he sent you on your way leaving you to feel like an utter moron.”
Marlena sighed “maybe you do understand.”
Eve shrugged “hey, I'm a hardass and can let the shit just roll off me. I tell you though, when he decides that I've warranted that attitude I get the urge to offer perverted sexual favors so that he stops looking at me like that.
Marlena blushed. ‘Ohh.’ She managed and Eve slapped her hand over her mouth “I shouldn’t have said that. Jeez I can almost hear your father’s voice in my head telling me off for saying such things in your pure presence.
“You do remember how I died correct?”
“They’re rotting in hell now.” She said and smiled. The smile reminded her so much of Summerset that her heart ached. She wished with all she had in her that she could give this gift to Summerset and Roarke and let them have this moment instead of her.
“I know that.” Eve said.
“So is your father. If that helps you at all.” When Eve slowly turned, Marlena shrugged. “When you and Roarke hooked up, and you remembered your past I may have checked up on him.”
“I don’t even want to know. “ Eve said shaking her head.
“Does Papa ever talk about me?”
Eve thought of the interrogation during the revenge murders. “He doesn't to me.”
“He’s mad that you aren’t a clone of me.”
“I know that.”
“We are alike in some ways.”
Eve snorted “How? You had a loving father, Roarke, probably friends. Someone who cared about you. I never had any of that.”
Marlena sighed. “We know the horrors. I'm actually glad I didn’t live through that.”
Eve sighed and leaned against the wall “sometime I wonder what it would have been like to die. To finally have the pain ended. To float away. I hated that though. Cause every time I came back I hurt even more.”
“You don’t even know what to cry about first. The tearing feeling. The throbbing from where they grabbed you so hard you feel dents.”
“The smell of blood.” Eve finished and Marlena nodded. Eve cocked her head and studied Marlena
“You don’t regret dying?”
Marlena laughed a little and continued to fiddle with her dress “No? God that makes me such a bad person. I had nothing to live for. I was a grifter. A nobody. The only people that I had in my life worth living for was my papa who was as brilliant as he was sneaky. And Roarke. He was going places. I had no place in their world. Just a drag.”
“That’s such a load of bullshit I'm surprised that you believe that. Because you do.” Eve said and continued to stare at her. “You could have done anything. You had the tools and the opportunity. Until the morons took that away.”
“He wouldn’t have ever met you.” She said. And Eve laughed. And laughed loudly. “Oh yes we would have. And even if by some fate the two of you married or some shit I think…No, I know” Eve corrected herself “that we would have been friends. He would never cheat nor would I ever stoop so low but we were destined to meet in this life I know that much.”
“You have been hanging with Roarke way too much.” She said and giggled.
Eve shrugged and turned her wedding ring round and round “why did you come?”
“I wanted to know how they were doing.”
Eve just stared at her.
Marlena sighed “I left them and I'm a little ashamed. I'm happy here, I'm with my mum and family but I wondered how they were doing. I see some but not all.”
Eve took a deep breath in “Can I get your father? I can mediate but at this point it doesn't feel right to not tell him that I'm currently having this conversation with you.”
“NO” Marlena’s voice was firm “he’s made peace. Talking to me will hurt more than help him.”
Eve sighed. “Roarke? He can take a hit. He likes it. It’s been a while since something has floored him. We can enjoy his dumbfounded face. It’s such a rare sight. I can get my link out and take a picture!” Eve was getting excited at the thought of it. She so loved to throw the man completely off balance. At this point she was desperately trying to think about anything other than this girl in front of her. She wasn’t even sure how to process what was happening.
“No.” Marlena said quietly. “It's better if things ended the way they did. I don’t think I could handle hearing him telling me that he was sorry. That he should have just took what I offered. Or that he would have traded his life for mine. That the atrocities that happened to me might have happened to him.
“Maybe we do have something in common. Roarke.” Eve said “and the fact that we would both like to strangle him at times. And that we both love him.”
“And he loves us.” She said and eve smiled at her.
“And he loves us.” She repeated.
Marlena sighed after a moment “I have to go. My mother is calling me back.”
Eve looked around, seeing no one she shrugged at Marlena’s questioning gaze “I wanted to meet the woman that actually had sex with that stuck up son of a …” she just stopped talking completely and made Marlena laugh delightedly
“Oh jeez you must drive him crazy. That’s good. I think he might be more upset with you as you seem to remind me of my mum. You have the same attitude as her.”
Marlena jolted as Eve went pale “I'm going to forget you ever said that. And if I have any sort of dream involving that conversation I'm going to find a way to hurt you.”
Marlena laughed and flounced to her feet. “I'm so happy I could meet you. I know my boys are in good hands.”
“Yep.” Was all Eve could say to that.
“You will take care of them for me.” She framed her hands on Eves face and eve felt warmth instead of the cold she expected. “You love them both and you proved that by trying to make this about them. Piss my papa off yet take care when he’s hurting. And just do what you do with Roarke. You take better care of him than I ever could.”
“They both love you.”
“And I love them. I never hated Roarke for what he did. Make sure, if you can, that he knows that.”
Marlena began to fade and quickly made some funny motions with her hands. She grinned blindingly and blew a kiss at Eve “For you and Roarke” she said turned. The shadow of a woman, long hair the same color and a wicked smile as she winked at Eve and they vanished.
As Eve stood up staring at the spot where the girl had sat, Roarke bolted back from the steps, hastily wiping his face to hide the tears as he shot back into the bed and pressed his face into his pillow, grabbing Eves just in time for when she softly walked back into the room.
Roarke kept his breathing steady and let her pillow go with a moan as she swapped it for herself, ran her fingers through his hair and mumbled “she still loves you.”
Summerset continued to stare at the steps where Eve and his daughter sat talking. He could barely see his daughter but as she was disappearing she wiggled her fingers in the way her taught her so that she could pass a wallet to him. And she was looking directly at him with such a longing that he knew all too well. He could just think of one thing.
Their special signal.
He wiggled his fingers back and the delighted smile on her face as she vanished warmed his heart in a way he hadn’t felt in years.
Eve’s shout had roused him. Roarke had filled him in on what happened to her earlier that day, on the quiet because if Eve found out that he knew she would shit a brick. Somehow, some god was looking down in his favor as he saw his daughter. He listened to the entire conversation, committing every word to memory. His respect for Eve grew several notches. She would make a good mother someday.
He didn’t even bother to stop the flow of tears as he walked back to his room. As he entered he deviated to the table with the false backing and pulled out a mini disk from a camera.
Roarke had stolen the camera and was having the time of his life playing with the damn thing. There was a whole ten minutes of him making faces, zooming in on Marlena who was sitting in the back of the car with him, then onto himself while he was trying to drive.
Marlena got in on the fun and sang a song, an old Irish tune that her mother sang to her as an infant while Roarke went all serious and quiet, focused on capturing the musical voice.
Over in killarney
Many years ago
Me mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And I’d give her the world if she could sing
That song to me this day
Hush now don’t you cry
That’s an Irish lullaby
His daughter’s musical, haunting voice lulled him to sleep as he sat in the chair. He smiled, knowing that she was happy, united with her mother and waiting for the day that he too would join them on the other side.
But not yet.
Eve wouldn’t be that lucky after all was his last thought as he drifted off in a peaceful slumber.