Mourning
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Skyler swallowed hard before she forced herself to walk into the cemetery. Her foot falls were silent as she took the stone path. She could make her way to it blindfolded, truth be told. Even after fifteen years, nothing had really changed about it. Aside from the new plants that had risen up to grab hold of the tall crypts and statues. The water table here was too high to allow an underground burial. So crypts and mausoleums were erected to entombed and honor the dead. She lightly put a hand on Marie Lavaeux's tomb in respect of the Voodoo Queen. She pulled her hand back as the red x appeared, marking it in honor of the mortal woman who some said remained immortal as Papa Legba's lover.

She forced herself to move forward then as she heard the gravelly call of the Raven, as it flew from above to perch upon her thin shoulder. Another few rows and then she stopped. The stone mausoleum was the largest one within the cemetery. More like the size of a small house than a grave. She stared at the iron gate that sealed it closed. Roses had grown around the metal, spackling the black iron with shades of purple and white petals. Her mother would have been pleased. She put a hand to the metal and the gate swung open for her. The magic placed here to ensure the dead were not disturbed welcomed her.

The raven let out a disgruntled sound before it flew up to sit on the gate and wait for her. She took a deep breath before she went inside, her heels making soft clicks on the marble flooring. The rows of crypts were stacked three long and four high here. Safely housing what would have been her entire family. Except for one spot.....Hers. The bits of stone and wood still scattered on the floor from where she had punched and clawed her way out of her resting place. The hole just large enough for her small body to crawl through. She swallowed back the tears at the memory of horror, waking up to find herself sealed away. She shook her head a bit as she moved past it....past the column containing her four uncles. Her grandparents.

She stopped by the last one, and her heart sank. The resting place of her parents was a beautiful one. She had not seen it before now. The stone sarcophagus, depicting a man and woman, laying side by side, his larger frame protectively curled along the woman's, his arm snug around her waist. Their faces were intricately carved, drawing a tear from Skylers eyes. Her parents had been strong people. The son of Ares and the only female child of both the Helsing bloodline and the Belmont witch coven. Greek letters mingled with aramaic scripture along the sides of the stone. Skyler waved a hand, the red candles springing to life and sending its warm flame aglow.

Skyler ran her hand along the carvings, reading the words there. Her parents had died several years after she had....in a war against the ones who had taken her life. Her parents died putting an end to that pack. They died as warriors. Just as they had been in life. She swallowed hard as she ran her hands along the carved faces of her parents. And for the first time, she felt grief hit her. Her first real emotion felt since her resurrection, and it was grief. Her tears ran as she laid her head against the stone and wept.

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