RP for mrsharker - A re-acquaintance...
Amelia had to admit to some nerves as she stepped up to the door of the admittedly very pretty looking town house. She had met Mina Harker once before, back in the thirties, when their paths had unwittingly crossed. The other woman had been chasing some kind of being - a half-life as they called them - and Amelia had been looking for it as well, mistakenly thinking it was one of the gargoyles that she had her colleagues had been working to contain. It had been quite a shock to discover there were other unnatural creatures out there too, having never come across one before.
The meeting had not exactly been an unpleasant one, in fact she had quite liked the other woman, but still she was apprehensive about seeing her again. Amelia knew full well that was due to the fact that she’d lied. Well, had omitted certain truths at least. Mrs Harker and the man with her, a Mr Van Helsing, had assumed that she was an average woman who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Amelia hadn’t corrected them. Which was understandable, she reasoned. She didn’t know them at all and she was certainly not in the habit of revealing the truths behind her existence to perfect strangers.
It was only many years later that she’d discovered that perhaps she had more in common with the other woman than she’d appreciated. Firstly, she happened to read that book, realising with heady shock that it was either she had stumbled across a rather large coincidence or that the book wasn’t the fiction it was made out to be. Except for Mrs Harker’s alleged recovery it seemed.
Just after the turn of the millennium, a poster on a theatre had captured her attention; one Mina Harker was playing a piano recital, the accompanying picture that of a very beautiful woman who Amelia immediately recognised. Curiosity had led her to attend and by the end of the evening, she had been completely convinced that it was indeed the same woman she’d met briefly so many years ago. Although she had clearly become blind since then which didn’t seem to make much sense; she obviously didn’t age so it seemed odd that she could suffer any such physical affliction.
Amelia had briefly considered introducing herself, but had quickly dismissed the idea. They both obviously had their own worlds and issues to deal with and, to be honest, the confessions she would have to make to explain how she was there were not a complication she needed in her life. Hence she had left, curiosity satisfied and deciding she had plenty of other things to concern herself with.
Sir Eoforwine’s condition was now deteriorating at an alarming rate though, his long life taking its toll on his mind. Amelia had exhausted all her own ideas and finally, in the dead of night, it has struck her; who better to ask for advice than another seeming immortal? Perhaps Mrs Harker would be able to offer her some secret of survival that Amelia hadn’t yet discovered on her own. It was worth trying, the poor man was in such a state, she had to do something to help.
The only worry Amelia had was how the other woman would react to her, considering the undoubted questions it would raise. Perhaps she wouldn’t realise that they’d met before, she pondered. After all, she couldn’t see her now. But if she did remember her...
Deciding to cross that bridge as she came to it, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she imagined could be an awkward re-acquaintance and knocked on the door.
“Mrs Harker,” she said in a rather awkward rush, heart pounding with nerves as the other woman opened the door. She was not used to revealing herself to others in such a way, having spent too many years hiding from society as a whole and she didn’t really even know who this woman was. It went against every instinct in her, but she continued regardless.
“My name is Amelia Harrison. You may not remember me but we met once, a long time ago...”
The meeting had not exactly been an unpleasant one, in fact she had quite liked the other woman, but still she was apprehensive about seeing her again. Amelia knew full well that was due to the fact that she’d lied. Well, had omitted certain truths at least. Mrs Harker and the man with her, a Mr Van Helsing, had assumed that she was an average woman who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Amelia hadn’t corrected them. Which was understandable, she reasoned. She didn’t know them at all and she was certainly not in the habit of revealing the truths behind her existence to perfect strangers.
It was only many years later that she’d discovered that perhaps she had more in common with the other woman than she’d appreciated. Firstly, she happened to read that book, realising with heady shock that it was either she had stumbled across a rather large coincidence or that the book wasn’t the fiction it was made out to be. Except for Mrs Harker’s alleged recovery it seemed.
Just after the turn of the millennium, a poster on a theatre had captured her attention; one Mina Harker was playing a piano recital, the accompanying picture that of a very beautiful woman who Amelia immediately recognised. Curiosity had led her to attend and by the end of the evening, she had been completely convinced that it was indeed the same woman she’d met briefly so many years ago. Although she had clearly become blind since then which didn’t seem to make much sense; she obviously didn’t age so it seemed odd that she could suffer any such physical affliction.
Amelia had briefly considered introducing herself, but had quickly dismissed the idea. They both obviously had their own worlds and issues to deal with and, to be honest, the confessions she would have to make to explain how she was there were not a complication she needed in her life. Hence she had left, curiosity satisfied and deciding she had plenty of other things to concern herself with.
Sir Eoforwine’s condition was now deteriorating at an alarming rate though, his long life taking its toll on his mind. Amelia had exhausted all her own ideas and finally, in the dead of night, it has struck her; who better to ask for advice than another seeming immortal? Perhaps Mrs Harker would be able to offer her some secret of survival that Amelia hadn’t yet discovered on her own. It was worth trying, the poor man was in such a state, she had to do something to help.
The only worry Amelia had was how the other woman would react to her, considering the undoubted questions it would raise. Perhaps she wouldn’t realise that they’d met before, she pondered. After all, she couldn’t see her now. But if she did remember her...
Deciding to cross that bridge as she came to it, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she imagined could be an awkward re-acquaintance and knocked on the door.
“Mrs Harker,” she said in a rather awkward rush, heart pounding with nerves as the other woman opened the door. She was not used to revealing herself to others in such a way, having spent too many years hiding from society as a whole and she didn’t really even know who this woman was. It went against every instinct in her, but she continued regardless.
“My name is Amelia Harrison. You may not remember me but we met once, a long time ago...”