For the first time in his 250 year long existence, Benjamin was truly alone. Everyone had abandoned him. Erela, Grace, Lydia, Annie, Mary, Lucille, Dorothy...even his parents. He had nobody.
He was still in the cemetery, which was risky, because if anyone found him he would be in more trouble than he already was. He made sure to stay as distant as possible, not only to hide but also so he would be spared from hearing whatever they said about him. But he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
He didn't do anything. His story was true. He didn't lie to chase Erela's mother away. He never lied, period. Exaggerated, maybe. But never lied.
Why did everyone hate him all of a sudden? That was what he didn't understand. He never knew they didn't like him, but now it was very obvious that it was all an act. They never wanted him, did they?
But they did. Not everyone hated him. Grace, for example, was too young to understand what was happening, and she didn't know why he left. She wanted him back. Molly had already lost him once. She had to experience the pain of losing a child twice. She wanted him back. Mary hated seeing anyone go. It had happened before, with her husband. He had done much worse, yet faced the same punishment. That was before Benjamin was there, so it was about 300 years ago. And she wanted him back. Maybe not at first, but now she couldn't deny how much she missed him. And she knew the same would happen with Benjamin. Someone would want him. If not now, one day. Lucille wanted him back as well. She remembered visiting his grave every day during her life, almost having a strange obsession with him and his story. The fact that he was raised in such a well respected family and turned out the opposite of how you would expect, adventurous and somewhat mischievous instead of proper and well behaved. Something about his death was interesting as well. His father, the only person with a chance of saving him, couldn't. And he was the only one of his many siblings that met that fate. Lucille always looked for him in the cemetery, and was excited when they finally spoke. She missed that. She felt how she did when he was a mystery, just another stone in the back of the cemetery, that she had questions about, that she had been determined to find answers to. She wanted him back. And Erela did. She believed him. She was his only hope. She let him down. She felt like this was her fault. She waned him back.
A/N: I wrote this chapter during my history class...also is it sad that Lucille (in this chapter) was based off me?
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The Necromancer
ParanormalErela Sephtis is a necromancer. She can talk to dead people. On October 1st, a ghost tells her about a mass murder that will happen on Halloween. She doesn't believe him and keeps the story to herself at first, but eventually decides to speak up. Bu...
