(Author's note: to fully understand this story, please read "Halloween at St. Etienne" as a precursor to this story. It provides some background information on some of the characters and situations presented here. Thank you.)
Prologue
The San Diego Union Tribune
October 4
th
2002
San Diego, California - The manhunt for a serial kidnapper dubbed the "Midnight Camera" who has abducted 4 children so far has expanded throughout the Southern California region as local police and federal agents try to draw a psychological profile of the abductor.
In the latest news, 8 year old Kari Blanchard was kidnapped 2 nights ago from her home in Pacific Beach. Investigators so far have kept quiet about this kidnapping which has strayed from their previous press conferences regarding the "Midnight Camera."
The "Midnight Camera" is so dubbed because of his M.O. of taking Polaroid's of his victims in their bedrooms which is considered his "calling card." These abductions have all taken place at night in the victims' homes.
Investigators face the troublesome task of piecing together the clues to find a motive. So far there are no eye witnesses and the only link the authorities have to go on is that all the victims are females ranging in age from 7 to 12.
These abductions are eerily similar to the kidnappings that happened 10 years ago in this region. Five girls living within 1 mile of each other in the La Jolla community were abducted. Only the decomposed body of 12 year old Lauren Hansen was found floating in San Diego Bay several months after her kidnapping. The other cases remain open to this day.
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Present Day
October 31
st
, 2002 Ireland
Enter Evangeline…
The rain fell in steady streams of melancholy as the taxi made its slippery journey towards the Castle Swords. I looked out the dirty window towards the lush greenery that only Ireland could be known for. My pensive gaze gave away my troubled mind as I pondered my meeting with Frost. I had received his letter several weeks back, again with the same mysterious ranting that only Frost could muster. Compared to last year, there was no clandestine meeting at a secluded cathedral deep in a forest. But rather, a Halloween extravaganza at an old castle in Ireland that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean.
Dear Evangeline,
My Halloween spirit yearns for you and beckons you to come to the Castle Swords in Ireland. Arrive as you are and fully dressed. No one will know my dear. Let your hair down and spread your wings. I've always been a sucker for an angel. Especially one as beautiful as you. Oh please come. It would be so nice to see you my sweet angel. Till then…Frost
…we are so busy living for tomorrow, that we have already lost today...
How could I not attend his party? The last time he mentioned any type of party I became acquainted with St. Etienne. I wonder if she would be there. It has been awhile. I am curious as to how she escaped the cathedral. I heard the rumor, unsure on how she did it. Since returning back from March and the Libra Woman, I have been out of the loop.
The domain of March and the Libra Woman was almost too much to bear this time. To venture back to that place of dread is a fate worth more than death. But it was worth it to try to rescue Nazare, although I failed. Of all my experiences thus far, my adventures inside the prison of March and the Libra Woman stands out as the most intense as well as the most dangerous. But that is another story to tell.
I noticed the cab driver periodically glancing in his rear view mirror to study me for lack of a better word. I guess if I were him I would too. My long cobalt blue hair, pale complexion and black cloak are an intriguing sight to say the least. I realize the world isn't ready for me…yet. Nor is it ready for what Engenter, the corporation is up to.
Engenter, based in San Diego, California is a "technology" company that specializes in the future of the world. They have several partnerships; from biotechnology and bioengineering, communications, medicine and defense technology to name a few. They have their hand in literally anything that involves technology.
"That is a brilliant costume, and the makeup is outstanding, if I may say so myself." The cabbie said rather nervously. I was not sure if he was nervous about driving in such hideous weather or if I were truly some horrible being who was going to eat him alive. "Your metal eye is so realistic!"
"Why thank you. I spent a lot of time putting this outfit together." I look back at him with my piercing purple eyes and sly smile. My left metallic eye shines like a diamond in the backseat darkness of the old cab. The damp stench of many years of transporting passengers to and fro wafts in the air like the lingering smoke of a cigarette. What little light there was outside slowly diminishes into early evening while the rain never lets up.
"It looks so real." He turns onto a muddy road that parallels the stormy ocean below. In the far distance is Swords. Built in the early 1700's, it was the home of an exiled duke who was confined within its walls. Swords was originally intended to be a prison, but after the duke died it became somewhat of a home away from home for the filthy rich as they cherished the secluded locale and preferred it much more than the stately castles that kept watched over their green pastured acreage. They've remodeled the prison to resemble more of a castle. But over the years, the "Castle Swords," as it had been nicknamed, feel into disrepair and thus lost its luster as a weekend getaway.
"Well of course it's real. It's me!" I smile back. If he only knew who I really am, he would have had a heart attack. Coming to this Halloween party gives me a good excuse to dress in "uniform" so to speak.
You see, I am really an angel. As far as I know, I was born this way. I have the ability to transform between this form and that of a normal human being. The metallic left eye the cabbie referred to was the result of a serious accident I had when I was 13 and literally marked the beginning of my existence as an angel as I know it. I have no memory of my life before my accident in the forest 8 years ago. When in my "angel" mode, my left eye becomes a prominent feature; otherwise it is a natural eye under normal circumstances.
I was taken aback by the number of cars and people who loitered about in front of the castle. Frost had organized a party on a grand scale, much the opposite of his little soiree a year ago at St. Etienne cathedral. Being the extravagant socialite that Frost is, this didn't really surprise more than the fact that there is always an ulterior motive behind everything he does. And I wonder what it is this time.
After assuring the cabbie that I will be alright out here in the middle of nowhere, he reluctantly made his way back to the real world. His reality as only he knows it. I once again see his dumbfounded gaze in the rear view mirror as the old cab navigates cautiously through the muddy Irish road back to the safety of the outside world. And I remarked that everyone has their own sense of reality as well as identity. And that we would never cross paths again.
The castle was indeed an imposing stony edifice. It is much larger than I had anticipated. A set of 4 powerful flood lights marked the entrance as they whizzed about in circular motion, aimed upwards through the sky towards heaven. By this time, the rain had ceased to fall and there was a definite chill in the air. Or was it my trepidation at entering Frost's domain and not knowing what will happen? For he always conjures such intense emotions inside me. Nonetheless I find myself walking towards the entrance.