[I] once upon a november */ evelyn matthews

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if you find what you've been looking for
I'LL BE THERE, I WILL BE THERE. I KNOW YOU LEFT BEFORE GOODBYE

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amber was astonished that the years had passed by so fast. as a vampire, she would admit that she'd gotten to wrapped up in what she was, and what she could do and feel that wasn't possible before, that she let those years slip by so easily. she'd always regretted not being there when her father died, she'd made it home just a week or so too late, after getting the news that he was sick a little later than she should have. she'd never forgiven herself for not going back and seeing him one last time. this was sort of what this visit to the graveyard was about. he had died, so many years ago now, but it was the anniversary of his passing, and she was determined to stand before his grave and have a moment, to say all the things that she would have before he'd gone. it would be upsetting, she knew, but she was a strong woman, always had been, like her mother, from what she could gather from the people who she'd tracked down that evelyn had met in the past few years. she examined herself carefully in the mirror at her apartment. she'd signed the contract and paid for it last week, deciding to try and find work here and set up some sort of a permanent residence. for as long as she could without people getting suspicious of her age anyway. she just had her bedroom sorted, and her living room was half in boxes, with a sofa to be delivered next wednesday. she was looking forward to having a sort of permanent home that she could spend money on. and when she decided to leave the area she already planned on renting it out so that she had a handy little money-earner, and the ability to go home and set up shop there again. it was a brilliant plan.

unless something made her stay of course.

she adjusted her hair until it sat just right, and her slight curls settled on her shoulders. her makeup wasn't excessive as she wanted to be as bare minimum as she could. whilst still looking good of course. the outfit she'd picked out had black in it, she'd made sure to do that as a mark of respect. her hands reached for the flowers which she'd laid on the table. they were carnations, his favourite flower, in a mix of colours. she'd never liked apparating, but amber knew that it was the best form of travel when it came to getting somewhere fast, following the instructions that she'd learned in her youth, she pictured the graveyard where her father was buried, and before she knew it, the grass was beneath her feet and there were rows after rows of old headstones surrouding her. the scary thought was, had her plan all those years ago gone wrong, she could have been sleeping beneath one of those headstones. she'd taken a risk, and here she was, one hundred and fifty glorious years later, alive and well. it had most definately payed off. amber walked slowly and carefully toward the area where she remembered her father being buried. it didn't take her long to recognise the headstone. she'd have to find the caretaker of the yard and thank him for looking after it. it was much less overgrown than she'd expected. she knelt besides it and ran her hands over his name and the date of death. her father was always someone she'd cared about, despite the fact that he'd lied to her about her mother. he was still her father, and he still loved her dearly. this was something she realised after years away from him. she was sad that she didn't realise it sooner, but that was just her luck, as the saying went.

she was older and wiser now. way older. "hey, daddy. i miss you." she almost whispered, wondering if he was even able to listen. "i still haven't found her yet, but i keep my promises, and i promised you i will. i won't give up"

[/color] she confirmed, reminding him that she knew that the reason she left was a good one. she didn't regret leaving, as it meant that she had all this time now to keep up the search, and it meant that she met michael, someone that she cared deeply about. "i got married, i think you'd have liked him. i love you"[/color] she whispered, looking down and biting her lip. she felt someone's presence hovering over her and so she shut her eyes for a second to return to her normal, average mood, instead of the vulnerable and upset one, before she stood up and turned to see someone who looked remarkably like her. she was stunned for a second and didn't know what to say. this wasn't possible, was it? but who else would come to his grave? maybe she wasn't coming for his grave, maybe there was someone else here. maybe it was all a mistake. maybe she was just seeing things. "um, hello?"[/color] she offered a greeting, hoping that this woman would say something to enlighten her on what she was doing here.[/div]

EVELYN'S THREAD. WEARING THIS. ANOTHER DAY BY PARAMORE

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[evelynmatthews]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] beautiful monster [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] Evelyn had, in truth, been putting this day off ever since she'd returned to Britain. Her first task had been meeting with Jonathan Styx and then reclaiming her old home immediately afterwards. That had been in May. She'd been given an interview in early June for the position of History of Magic professor and received news a few days before the end of term that Hogwarts had chosen to employ her and looked forward to seeing her in September. That left her two months with little to do but wait and so she occupied herself with decorating the house as it had been when she left. Eve had done a little digging into where the father of her daughter had been buried... but how did she know who to look for? At the dawn of May in 1998, a war had broken out within the grounds of Hogwarts. As Evelyn had been teaching at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic at the time under the guise of Clemence Lacroix, she had taken it upon herself to visit the school just for the night to aid the Order of the Phoenix. When the fighting had ceased, she had slipped off to the school archives in search of her daughter's file. She had already calculated what year she would have been sorted in and pulled out the folder of the only Amber. It had been there in her hand, the starting point for finding what had become of her daughter. For a few seconds she was able to glance over it, discovering that she'd also been in Ravenclaw, the name of her father, a glimpse of a photograph... her fascination had distracted her and for the first time in over a hundred and thirty years somebody made her jump. Her instincts flared up and she dropped the folder, flipping around to pin them against the wall... it was a girl no older than fourteen that had obviously been hiding in the library while the battle raged on. She let her go and ran into hiding for a year with no chance to look back and snatch up the folder again. So now she was standing outside the graveyard that she knew contained the coffin of her former fling. Though Eve would never say she had loved him, having only known him for one night, he'd given her the thing she'd cherished so greatly and so it seemed only right to pay her respects now that she knew who to look for. She had dressed in black with a small veil over her face as if attending the initial funeral as she'd not known what else to wear - it was more a matter of what would be appropriate rather than what she owned. Evelyn walked with a white rose in her hand towards the headstone she had come for though she hadn't expected to see a young woman kneeling beside it. She assumed her destination was a couple of graves along but as she reached the woman, it was the same name on the headstone. Eve came to a stop and evaluated for a few moments. She must have been a descendant of some sort - had he had other children that had then gone on to have children of their own? Or had Amber had children that had led to this girl being here today. Then she noticed Eve. She startled her somewhat at the resemblance to the girl in the picture she'd seen just over twenty years ago. She must have been one of Amber's children because even if her memory had changed slightly to match the face in front of her now, Evelyn was certain that there couldn't have been too much difference. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," she said, tearing her eyes away to place the rose on top of the headstone before returning her intense gaze to the girl. "I didn't expect anyone else to still come and see him. May I ask your name? If it's not too invasive, that is." How strange it was that the day she chose to visit him happened to bring her into contact with a distant relative. [/style] tagged; amber green. words; 697. wearing; this set TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

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if you find what you've been looking for
I'LL BE THERE, I WILL BE THERE. I KNOW YOU LEFT BEFORE GOODBYE

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it was a weird thought, to think that her father was now sleeping in the ground beneath her feet with hundreds of strangers, and yet here she was, still standing. she'd never be dead and buried, if she could help it at very least. she'd missed him, as much as she tried to forget that he was gone, like everyone else from her past, she still missed him. everyone left her, it was something that amber had dealt with from birth, when her mother had gone. and then her friends were no longer around when she went to look for her mother. and then she met michael, and then her life was changed forever. for the first time, she'd felt like she'd never be alone again. she'd became his wife, changed her name to his and become mrs amber green. he'd turned her into what she was, and then he left too. it was her fault, she'd gotten too hungry, too out of control, and taken it out on a bunch of people in town. her mini-massacre had it's consequences, that still haunted her until this day. mike had taken the blame and ran away, leaving her alone. she'd left as soon as possible, it was too dangerous, and had to accept that she would probably never see her husband again.

amber had many regrets, but killing those people was her biggest one. she'd never wished to change anything more than that. now she was more in control and amber was grateful of this. many years practice had let her learn to control what she was, to control the thirst that she felt, and to live with the guilt of feeding on people to survive. there were other ways than killing people, as amber had found one or two willing participants in her time to let her drink from them. they got a kick out of it, they thought she loved them and they thought they loved her. none of this was true of course, and magic managed to take the memories away from them afterwards. hey, it was better than killing people, right? she'd have fed from animals except that they didn't taste so good to her. human blood was best, and so the way she'd found not to kill people had to be classed as a step up from leaving a trail of bodies behind her. although, maybe her husband would have found her if she did leave a bunch of bodies in her wake. it was too big a risk though, as killing people made her a target. that was why she'd had to leave their home in the first place.

today wasn't so much about her, it was more about her dad though. he'd loved her until death, she was sure of it. she was his daughter, after all. amber heard the footsteps and picked up on the scent, and turned to see who was there. she observed the woman, who was dressed as though she was in mourning, which was strange, the few graves amber had seen in the immediate area were all old. older than her, even. so why was she dressed all in black, and why was she looking toward the grave of amber's father? this was strange. there was something familiar about the woman though, and amber couldn't fight the niggling thoughts that amber knew her face. she looked similar to amber, she could tell, and amber had to think whether her mother had a sister or brother who could have passed on the genes. was this woman some sort of relative? amber didn't know enough about her mother's family to figure it out. when the woman said that she didn't expect anyone visiting him, amber looked confused. this woman was talking about her father as if she knew him.

"it's no problem"

[/color] amber commented, pausing. "i'm sorry, you knew him?"[/color] she asked cautiously. how would that be possible? "i'm amber, amber green. and you?"[/color] she asked, watching what she said. she did a little mental check in her head as to who this woman could be. she didn't know anyone who could know her father, or at least know of him, in this day and age, other than her and mike. who was this woman? unless.. there was one other person who was alive to tell the tale. but that couldn't be. would she really be as lucky to have her mother visit the grave of her father on the day that she did? after all these days of looking, could it be her? amber wasn't going to get herself excited until the woman answered her questions, it would be too big a coincidence, after all these years of looking. [/div]

EVELYN'S THREAD. WEARING THIS. ANOTHER DAY BY PARAMORE

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[evelynmatthews]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] beautiful monster [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] As soon as she saw the young woman at the headstone, Evelyn began piecing together tiny clues that she had always forbidden herself from doing to save getting her hopes only to see them fall and shatter. Perhaps the only flaw of being such an experienced historian was that she was constantly pulling out details from sources of information and bringing them together to come to a conclusion as to what was going on, though usually in the past tense. It had been extremely rare in her travels to come across anything that pointed towards Amber and every single one to date had proved nothing but a coincidence. But now she was in a position that prevented her employing these safeguards for her heart. The woman looked precisely how she'd have expected the girl in the photograph to look after a few more years and there were certain features to her that she recognised from her own reflection. Of course, these resemblances would be expected from a descendant of her daughter but Eve would also have expected it to be rather more diluted with each generation of additional genes thrown into the mix. Then there was the fact that she was by the grave of Amber's father and, unless he disproved her first impression or else reformed from his selfish ways, the vampire would be hard put to think of anyone alive today that would bother to seek him out as an ancestor... but then Amber wasn't alive either. Though Evelyn had always sought to discover her daughter's life, it had never for one second occurred to her that she would possibly be alive. The professor knew of only one way and what were the chances of Amber having also been attacked by a vampire, having survived until now and still be in Britain? "No, not really. I knew of him more than anything," she replied, obviously unable to admit that he'd fathered her child. The age gap she'd also need to claim was beyond plausibility. Just as she started to force away her futile conclusion, the girl said her name and Eve swore her heart skipped a beat or two. Amber. She had said, quite clearly, that her name was Amber and there was no chance that she'd misheard her. She'd said it twice, after all. Hoping to detract from her obviously surprised and confused expression, she said, "Oh I work with a Green at Hogwarts, Michael I believe his name is." Again, she was quite certain that her colleague's name was Michael - she'd made a point to remember the name of the fellow vampire. After a few moments, it dawned upon her that Amber had also asked for her name. For a split second she almost used another alias, thinking perhaps that the Nex Domino had merely been a trap and this girl posing as her daughter was the bait. "Evelyn Matthews," she finally said, though the time between the request for her name and giving it wasn't as long as it had felt to Eve. "Sorry, I just... I just knew an Amber a long time ago that I've never been able to find since." [/style] tagged; amber green. words; 529. wearing; this set TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

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if you find what you've been looking for
I'LL BE THERE, I WILL BE THERE. I KNOW YOU LEFT BEFORE GOODBYE

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her heart dropped when the woman said that she just knew of him. she should have expected that, she put her hopes to high. with a mournful look at the tombstone, she sighed. "me too. i heard he was a good father"

[/color] she spoke aloud, before looking back to the woman. amber almost literally felt her heart stop when the woman mentioned michael green. "tall, blonde hair, handsome?"[/color] amber asked, wondering what else she could say. this couldn't be possible. after all these years of looking for her mother, here she was by her father's grave, stood with a woman who could possibly be that very person, and she was telling amber about a michael green at hogwarts. after evelyn answered, she wondered what to say. that couldn't be possible, could it? could it be her michael? she'd have to be careful, she could look too shocked about it. "i'm his wife."[/color] amber said, going out on a limb. every cell in her body tingled as she said those words again. mrs amber green, wife of michael green. all those years ago they had exchanged vows, was it possible now, that all these years later, after so much time apart, they were so close? she'd have to research that.

if she was mistaken, then amber would just sound like some mad woman, and if she was not, she'd have to make this woman believe she was his wife in case they ran into each other again and she asked why amber didn't tell her. amber's eyes took in the eyes of the woman stood opposite, then the general height and shape of her form, the scent of her, the fall of her hair. they were so similar, it was shocking. was it possible that this was indeed someone she'd been looking for? or just another mistake? but she was at the grave of her father. why would this woman be at the grave of amber's dad if she was just the great great granddaughter or something, of her mother's sister who may or may not exist? it wouldn't make sense. it had to be. and then the woman said her name, and amber froze once more. she couldn't skip a beat with the mike thing, it would look so weird if it turned out it was the right mike, and she mentioned not knowing a mike that worked at hogwarts. she had to risk that. but this woman had the same name as her mother. "it's nice to meet you"[/color] amber forced out, stepping closer to the woman. when she said that she knew an amber years ago but hadn't been able to find her, she bit back a smile.

"that's funny, i've spent my life chasing a ghost named evelyn."[/color] amber said, the smile still there. that was true, evelyn had been a ghost, she'd used alias after alias, but matthews had been her mother's last name. it seemed she didn't know. how could she know? for all evelyn knew, amber had died. how does one go about breaking the news to her just-found mother, that yeah, she did die, but wasn't exactly dead. "apparently i've found you at last. i know this sounds crazy, but i'm visiting his grave, because he's my father."[/color] amber stated. oh she was really riding the crazy train now. if this woman was not who she thought, and michael wasn't the mike she was looking for, this woman would probably have her sectioned and taken away to reside in st mungo's forever. that would be awkward, trying to explain to the nurses that if they didn't give her blood she'd take the blood in their bodies. somehow, she didn't think that a positive came on prescription.[/div]

EVELYN'S THREAD. WEARING THIS. ANOTHER DAY BY PARAMORE

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