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“During the exorcism he – it – showed me something. I saw the demon. Or, at least the form it was choosing to take. A form meant to shake my faith and my foundation. But, worse…worse was the vision of Ed’s death.”

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August 08, 2018


08/10/2018 03:01 PM 

Enfield End (AU Storyline)

“I had a premonition of your death. Something inhuman wants to kill you. If we keep doing this, you’re going to die.”

“I had a premonition of your death. Something inhuman wants to kill you. If we keep doing this, you’re going to die.”

It had taken her a long time – long years – to actually say the words out loud, to tell her husband what it was that she had seen those years ago that had nearly driven her mad. What it was that had sent her into locked seclusion in their own house for eight days straight before she had finally managed to force herself back to the land of the living.

Lorraine Warren was resilient and tougher than most gave her credit for. She had seen things that would send most people screaming into the night, but that vision had been worse than anything she could imagine because it involved losing one of the two people who were the center of her universe. The first one who had believed her and who had loved her for who and what she was…everything that she was.

Her husband had no idea what had caused the withdrawal and he had never asked. He was good like that. He knew that each case, everything that they dealt with affected her in some way. Some more serious than others, of course. And he knew that that one instance had been more severe than anything she had experienced before. Yet, he didn’t ask. He made sure she knew that she could tell him, but not that he thought she had to. It was just one of the many things she loved about him.

She had thought that she had moved on from that vision, that…premonition. Until she saw that same inhuman spirit again. It took the form of a nun to shake her core, her foundation, her faith. If it could shake that or even take it away from her, then it could win. It succeeded in shaking her, but not breaking her and that faith didn’t waver. She couldn’t let it because that was what got her through and helped her survive, helped them survive.

Again, she tried to leave the idea of her husband’s impending death buried in the back of her mind as they continued on with their lives. But, eventually it broke free once more and she begged him not to take any more cases. They could still do their lectures, they could write the book they had always talked about, but no more hands-on cases. Nothing more than observing and getting people the proper help they needed if they did get involved themselves. And Ed had promised. Under her fierce persistence and pleas, he had agreed.

She should have known better. Helping people was what they did and she had insisted on helping the Peron’s even when he had wanted her to stay away, when he had insisted that he couldn’t lose her and he didn’t want her risking herself any more than she already had. With the tables turned, she should have known. She should have known that a case involving a child would be his undoing. There was no way that he could walk into what they had believed to be a hoax, but proven otherwise, and not do everything in his power to save the young girl.

It didn’t matter that the inhuman spirit was using the ‘poltergeist’ as a pawn as much as the spirit of an old man was using the girl as the same. It didn’t matter that something had been strong enough to cloud her vision and hide its presence from her for the nefarious purpose of hurting her and killing Ed as her premonition had warned of years ago. It didn’t matter that she begged and pleaded and expressed her tears and terror at losing him even as he broke that promise he had given her as they stood on opposite sides of a locked door, unable to see or touch each other as her world began to crumble around her. It didn’t matter that he apologized and asked for her understanding and that his last words were that he loved her. He looked into the face of death and lost.

He had been so determined to save the girl, to keep the spirits from winning as they had done so many times before. He hadn’t cared that it would devastate herself and their daughter if he was unsuccessful. Or…he had cared, but just couldn’t make himself walk away. Not intentionally a martyr or anything of the like, he just couldn’t deny help that perhaps only he could give. He couldn’t allow someone to hurt or die if he could prevent it. In the end he had saved the girl even as they both tumbled from the window on that fateful rainy night in England.

He had somehow managed to maneuver their bodies so that the girl was thrown just far enough from the shattered tree that reached for the sky like a giant stake that she survived the fall. He had not managed to do the same for himself and Lorraine had seen her visions, her premonition, come to fruition. As the wood pierced her husband’s chest she could swear she felt the pain herself. Her heart broke into a million pieces and she let out a cry that echoed throughout the little neighborhood, announcing a great loss and devastation that was matched by nothing that any who lived there had heard before.

He had told her that her visions were a gift from God and that maybe she had been given this premonition in order to prevent it from happening. That they were meant to be. Always that he and she were meant to be. He had been wrong in her ability to save him, to prevent this from happening and she wasn’t sure she could pick up the pieces this time. She wasn’t sure that the part of her that was meant to be with him wouldn’t follow him into death. She wasn’t sure she would mind if it did.

Eventually she had picked herself up and carried on. Because she still had someone else to think about. A daughter. The legacy that Ed had left behind and, for a brief time, her only real reason for living. Slowly, as months passed, she had begun to come back to herself. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do and even now, a year after Ed’s death, she wasn’t fully back to normal. She wasn’t sure she ever really would be.

Judy had been a huge help in keeping her grounded, keeping her steady, keeping her alive. Even without knowing it, Judy had anchored her to the physical world and saved her in a way that could never be explained or repaid and she often prayed that her daughter knew just how grateful she was for her very existence and how very much she loved her.

There had been another friend to help along the way as well, a priest who came to bless their basement museum containing artefacts from each of the cases she and Ed had assisted on. Haunted or possessed items that weren’t safe to remain out in the world and so remained where they could be watched and contained and kept out of the hands of the naive or unknowing.

Abel had been a friend of the family for some time and he had been a help in Lorraine’s recovery as well. Judy had taken to him fairly quickly and seemed to enjoy his presence. Lorraine was never sure if it was the man himself or the fact that he was there when her own father no longer could be that made Judy latch onto him at times. She supposed it didn’t really matter. Abel was a good man and he cared about the two of them. That was what was important.

The days had slowly passed and Lorraine found herself able to take on more and more normal tasks as they did so. Until eventually she found herself out back in the garden she sometimes used to ease her nerves and distract her from everything going on around her. She didn’t always devote a lot of time to such things, but since Ed was gone she found herself out here more and more and that was where she was when their visitor arrived. She didn’t hear the knock and so was surprised to hear the familiar voice greet her as Abel joined her in the backyard, having come through the house.

“Good morning, Abel.” Her return greeting was familiar and friendly and the smile she offered almost met her eyes. Almost. She wasn’t quite there yet, if she ever really would be. But, it was better than she had been a majority of the time and so was a small victory in itself. “I was just about to head in to make breakfast. Would you like to join us?” She had always been a good hostess as well, wanting to make any visitors feel welcome and wanted. There was no reason to be any different now. “I’m sure Judy would enjoy your company.”


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