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12 February 2011 @ 07:57 pm
Boxes of Memories  
Jessie had been clearing out some old boxes from the attic, and she'd left a few of them piled in the lounge while she busied herself in the kitchen. As Victor sat down on the couch with a beer, he couldn't help but be curious, pulling the nearest one towards him and glancing at the contents; a selection of old, time-worn photographs, sepia prints with dog-eared corners, as well as a number of lists and hand-written letters. The feral took a swig of beer and began to thumb through the pictures, smiling to himself as he recognised long-gone fashions of the 50's, the 30's, the 20's...



...and then, he froze.

This photograph - the one he now held in his hands - he knew that face, and he chided himself for not having noticed before. She seemed even prettier than he remembered, the faded tones of the photograph not doing justice to the deep auburn of her hair, although even now her eyes still appeared to hold that same intense gaze that he recalled so well. It was Lizzie. His Lizzie. His little whore from the Civil War, and there was a picture of her here, in Jessie's house. Even now, he felt his heart skip a beat, and that familiar pang of regret that he had never told her how he'd truly felt, even after all the times they'd met and coupled and rutted, kept each other warm, played and kissed and slept and made love together...

Frowning, he turned the photograph over to see if there was anything written on the back, to be rewarded only with the words 'Lizzie - 1880's'. He had no way of knowing who had written it, or what the picture was even doing here, but he wasn't about to let this puzzle go unsolved. With clawed hands he rifled through the letters and papers in the box, being careful not to tear them with his nails, reading at tattered scraps of parchment as he tried to piece together the connection between Lizzie and his very own Jessie - and what he found caused him to furrow his brow in disbelief.

She'd had a child. Lizzie had had a child. And that child had gone on to have their own family, and that family had spawned another generation after that... right down to Jessie herself. Lizzie had been Jessie's great great grandmother.

"Holy shit..."
 
 
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Jessica Davies Creed: pic#99578620pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 08:06 pm (UTC)
"Victor?" Jessie entered the living room to see Victor delicately holding an old photograph and a letter from the boxes that she'd cleaned out of the attic. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Did you hear me? I said dinner's ready. Did you find something interesting?"

Edited at 2011-02-12 08:07 pm (UTC)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Moodywatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 08:15 pm (UTC)
"Yeah..." His voice trailed off, and he glanced between the picture of Lizzie and the sight of Jessie standing in the doorway. He chided himself for having failed to notice the similarities before, the way she smiled, the way she spoke, even the way she looked at him. "Yeah, I'm alright..."

Yet his voice still sounded somewhat vague and distant.
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#97338914pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 08:26 pm (UTC)
She walked over to look at the picture. "Oh, Elizabeth Shaw," she said looking at him. He may have said he was all right, but he didn't look like it. The expression was one she'd never seen on him before. "That's from my Aunt's genealogy stuff. I don't know much about her. Did you know her?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Scowlwatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 08:31 pm (UTC)
He couldn't lie; he just couldn't, not about this. Jessie would be able to tell, and she wouldn't stop until she'd gotten some kind of an answer out of him, he just knew it. It would make things so much easier for him if he just told her now to get it over with - not to mention that there was a part of him, deep down, that wanted to tell her about the relationship he'd had with Lizzie. He was proud of the love they'd shared, and he wanted Jessie to know - not that he ever would have admitted it.

"Yeah, she..." He trailed off, surprised - and somewhat ashamed - to feel himself become a little choked up, the emotions he'd thought long-buried suddenly bubbling up to the surface. "Me an' her, we... I... she was mine."
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#98622663pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 08:35 pm (UTC)
She sat down next to him on the couch next to him. Dinner could wait. "What do you mean, she was yours?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - You Sure About That?watch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)
"I mean, she was mine." His fingers continued to touch at the photograph, although he was very careful not to damage it with his claws. "Me an' her, back in the camps, durin' the war... I was her first. An' I was always her favorite. An' she was my favorite, too."

There was no mistaking the affection in his voice when he spoke of Lizzie. He remembered her fondly, recalling the times they'd spent together, although there was a hint of pain in his memories; pain, because she'd had to grow old and die and leave him behind, never knowing how he'd really felt. And she'd had a child... a child that could have been his. Which meant so much more, now that Jessie had given birth to his children.

"She had a kid. I didn't know she had a kid! She never told me..."
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#97056867pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 09:08 pm (UTC)
"You loved her..." it wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. "The camps? In the Civil War?" He had told her that he was old, but the reality of it hadn't hit her until now. "There was a letter with the picture. Did it say if the child was yours?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - What Gave Me Awaywatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 09:14 pm (UTC)
Victor just nodded, a mute admission of the fact that he'd been deeply, hopelessly in love with Lizzie - and yet, always too proud, too stubborn, to admit it, although she'd probably always known anyway. He also nodded to agree with Jessie's statement about the Civil War. But as for the child...

"I dunno. Guess she didn't really know, neither... an' I weren't exactly the only man she was openin' her legs for at the time." But he frowned, and pondered. "But if it was born around that time... that woulda been... there was this time when I saw her an' she looked fatter than usual... I just thought she'd been eatin' more."
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#104245972pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 09:33 pm (UTC)
She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about all this. There was just so much... Obviously, Victor loved Elizabeth. If the child had been his, then she could be his great great grand daughter? And males carried the X-gene. He looked at her webbed hands in her lap.

"I... Don't know what to say, Victor." She looked at him. "I do know one thing. I love you. And you have two children here now that love you. Let's eat dinner. We can look at this again after we put the babies down to bed. I'll help you look through the rest of the boxes."

Edited at 2011-02-12 09:35 pm (UTC)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Smugwatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC)
"But if that kid was mine..." He didn't need to finish the sentence. If the child had been his, then that meant Jessie was his great great great grand-daughter... and that he was the great great great great grand-father to his own children. To most humans, the idea may have been sickening, but to Victor, it merely provoked a lot of thought.

He nodded at Jessie again, and held out his hand to her.

"Let's get some food."
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#104244402pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 09:54 pm (UTC)
After dinner, they settled the kids to bed and Jessie started looking through the boxes. Hoping to find anything that told them more about Elizabeth. Her search was as much for Victor's sake now as it was for her own interest. She wanted to know if she was his descendant. And to know what had happened to the child.

"Look what I found," she held up a small leather-bound diary. The pages were yellowed with age. On opening it, she found it was Elizabeth's diary.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Chastisedwatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC)
The feral all but grabbed the diary from Jessie's hands, that haunted look returning to his eyes; he'd been in a strange mood all through dinner, staring at his children in a new light, knowing that he was related to them far more closely than he'd ever imagined.

Now, he raised the book to his nose and smelled it, trying to trace a scent of Lizzie amongst the pages.
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#104245972pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
"Victor, what are you doing?" She was a little angry that he had been rude enough to grab it away from her. "I don't think you can read it with your nose." While he was smelling it, something fell out on the floor.

It was a braided lock of hair tied with a ribbon.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Got Insurancewatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)
"What the..." He growled as the lock of hair fell out and, still sullen - his mood affected by the turn of events - handed the diary back to Jessie, then bent down to pick up the hair, stroking it with his fingers. He leaned over then, handing the hair to Jessie, and sitting so that he could read over her shoulder, both reading the diary at the same time. "So? What's the deal with the hair?"
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#97056938pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 10:27 pm (UTC)
She held the fragile hair gently. "It's a something they used to do back in the civil war era. You'd give your lover a lock of your hair," she said absently, reading the diary. "Oh. It's a lock of her son's hair. She had to give him away. That's so sad."

Edited at 2011-02-12 10:28 pm (UTC)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Scowlwatch_the_nails on February 12th, 2011 10:35 pm (UTC)
"Well, yeah, I knew that!" Victor scowled, irritated. "I was there, remember?"

He watched as Jessie turned the lock of hair over in her webbed hands, and he thought of the child he'd never known, and his voice softened.

"I just wish I'd known... I didn't... I couldn't..." He trailed off, and it took a moment for him to recover again. "A son. I had a son. And she gave him away..."
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#104245972pdxrain on February 12th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
"Victor," Jessie said softly. "Don't be angry at her for it. She probably had to." She skimmed the diary. "She did love you. She named him Victor James Shaw. She owned a brothel... She said she didn't think that it was a good place to raise a son. She thought he needed a family with a good home. She did what she had to and gave him something that she didn't have. But she stayed in touch with them." She dug around in the box and found a bundle of letters tied together with rotting string.

"Oh my god, Victor, these are letters from her son." She carefully untied the string. And opened the oldest of the letters carefully. They were written in a child's hand.

Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Ceiling Victorwatch_the_nails on February 13th, 2011 04:31 pm (UTC)
"Not just her son. My son."

This time he didn't grab the documents from Jessie, instead letting her handle them and open them out so they could both read the contents. He was deeply moved by this, that Lizzie had had to give away her child - that he hadn't been around to look after him, and give them both the love and support they deserved.
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#104244402pdxrain on February 13th, 2011 04:49 pm (UTC)
She looked at him. "We could find out for sure," she offered. "We could take the hair to a lab, have the DNA compared to yours. If you want." Then they would both know.

She laid out the fragile letter so they could both read it. It was addressed to "Aunt Lizzie." At least she had been able to keep in contact with him.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Unsurewatch_the_nails on February 13th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
Now he hesitated, unsure whether he wanted that or not. Much as Victor wanted to believe that he'd been the father of Lizzie's child, there was always that chance that it hadn't been him, after all - that another one of her clients had been just as virile as him, and been able to father a child with her instead. He didn't want to believe that. He didn't want to risk knowing that the child wasn't his.

"I dunno... maybe... maybe it's best t'just leave it in the past, yeah?" Even though it still hurt to think about it now.
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#97338914pdxrain on February 14th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
She nodded. "If that's what you want." She still wanted to know and they read the letters together. Years worth of letters. All the while Lizzie's son thought she was his Aunt.

Her own Aunt Barbara had found out so much about their ancestor. And to find out that Victor had actually known her. It was pretty mind-blowing. She hadn't ever thought of the other women Victor might have had. Nor had she ever thought that he'd have loved someone else. Still loved her. It made her feel a little jealous. The whole thing was so strange.

"Victor, what was she like?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Scowlwatch_the_nails on February 14th, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
The feral sighed, and went quiet. How could he begin to describe what Lizzie had been like? He could still remember the first time he'd seen her, and the way his arousal had risen within him at the mere thought of rutting and coupling with that lithe, young body. He could recall the sound of her voice, soft yet strong, seductive and yet innocent at the same time. And they way they'd fucked - they way they'd rutted, bucked, coupled, made love...

"....she was like you."
Jessica Davies Creed: pic#99578620pdxrain on February 24th, 2011 07:14 am (UTC)
"I'll take that as a compliment," Jessie smiled at her husband. She laid a hand on his thigh. There was no point to getting jealous or angry. A little sad perhaps. In the future, would he be telling some other woman about her? "She must have been very special. I know you don't give your heart to anyone easily."