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Ishmaels Lament


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Date: Aug 30, 2009
Matters At the Estate
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Once upon a time, on the North side of the city of Rome some 30 miles from the mass of the city there lived a small girl on a large estate. The estate was very large indeed and had many servants. There were gardeners to take care of the gardens and a tree surgeon on a retainer. There was a boatman to put the boats in the water in the spring and scrape their bottoms in the winter. There were specialists to take care of the grounds, the outdoor tennis court and the indoor tennis court, the outdoor swimming pool and the indoor swimming pool. And a man of no particular title took care of a small pool in the garden for a goldfish named George. Also on the estate there was a chauffeur by the name of Raul, who had been imported years ago, together with a new Rolls-Royce. Like the eight cars in his care he was a fine specimen. As were all those who were employed by Mr. Goldman.

 

That small girl was perhaps the brightest spot in the enclosure that was the Goldman estate. She was a bright pink halo of activity living in a place that should have been heaven on Earth. But despite the trappings of luxury the manse was no heavenly place. Instead it was a place that hung heavy with despair and longing. That energy palpable in its intensity. A thing the staff had often commented on when they would take their nights off to go in town to a local watering hold, get drunk, and discuss their rather strange employer.
 
Ishmael surrounded himself by two things. Those that reminded him of Rashel, and those that intrigued his power. Nearly all the employees of his business, both personal and commercial, had some modicum of psychic ability. He was a collector of the gifted. To what aim had yet to be seen, but having them close seemed to feed his own gifts in a way he couldn't explain. In his dear sisters absence he had built their empire into something even she had not yet dreamed of. With those gifted people at his command the reach of the company and of their name was even greater than before.
 
Yet they had been robbed. It was unthinkable. Unimaginable, and yet true. The things that had been taken had belonged to Rashel, they were things connected to her and that arose a suspicion in him that was beyond the norm. As he sat at his desk and surveyed a list of candidates for a position he was trying to fill his mind drifted to matters that were of vitally more importance to him then the search for an efficient campaign manager. Running for office was a dream of his, something the two of them had talked about in hushed bedroom voices. It could be a reality now if he could keep the carefully built walls from falling down around him.
 
Reaching for the phone he pressed a button and in seconds he had Merrick on the line from her desk right outside his private office inside the mansion. Their exchange was brief as he explained to her that he needed an appointment made with Serenity once again. A car would have to be sent to pick her up from the club after work. Time blocked out of his schedule to meet with her, but it was all worth it if she could help him to get to the bottom of all of this.
 
With the details set in order he hung up the phone and turned again to the papers in front of him. The idea of running for office was still a bit of a distant dream. There was already a Minister in office and surely other candidates with more experience and clout, but accidents happened. He knew that only too well. Situations could change at a moments notice. Lifting one of the campaign managers resumes his slate gray eyes looked at the name. Kennedy. And immediately he thought of the late President of the United States. A fortunate name. Moving that resume to the top of the "interview" stack he continued on through the options.


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Date: Sep 6, 2009
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The Blue moon  strip club was on the seeder part of Rome. Far away from the blessed Vatican City...Far from the ever watchful eyes of the good sisters that raised Serenity. It was one of those places that thrived on the false love and the need of their customers.Where self loathing,fear,and lust rules. And it was here where Serenity could be found. Past the loud smoke filled room where men and some women wasted away their pay on women.

Down the red washed hall where the secret brothel begun and women ployed their other trade for a extra buck or two.Where you had to step over the lazed bodies that littered the halls lost in the haze of their addictions...Among them in the last room in the hall Serenity laid upon the bed beside some middle age john..Those long naked limbs entwined around his. Those dead black hues hazed over from the fog of her brain from the v stared off into the darkness where her companion sat.

Zachariah's steely grey eyes watching her every move...Knowing that Serenity's every move was practiced like the great actress.That in her mind it was him touching her and not the john.That him and his ward were a cursed...One cursed in addiction and a need for something she could never achieve...And the other by death and a obsession with something hell never have.

Twisting away from male much to his dismay and would pull on the black silk robe.And it was as if there was a blink in time between getting up and pulling on the robe before she felt that cold touch of her phantom lover. Sure she couldnt feel him but the mix of being a empath and medium helped. Just as her dark lashes fell against the pale freckled cheeks came the knock.

"That Goldman character called for you Baker.Though it was a woman. I dont know. Said for you to clean up and be ready for his driver after your shift."

Serenity wouldnt say to the over weight male who stood in the door. Blue Moon's owner/pimp. Santos was a greasy man that made Ren's stomach turn. The feelings of the man always branding her making her crave long showers.She would merely nod and shoved passed him and down the hall steping over those who laid almost comatose on the shag carpets.

She would head over to the hostel for a few hours get ready for her meeting tonight with Goldman. Perhaps shove some food down her throat before she made for the whole getting ready to go clean.

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