Where Secrets Lay Buried - New York Graveyards.
The sun was just an hour or two short of rising by the time they had travelled from the hospital to the graveyard; the Slayer had not stayed there this time and had left, though try as Draven might he had no ability to pick up where she had gone too. Obviously his ability of ‘seeing’ things was random, or not exactly random… but something specific had to be seen, and obviously there was nothing worth seeing there that triggered Draven’s ability, at least nothing Draven could find. The graveyard had been the final step, the last chance to search for clues, because there was no where else for him to look, and Smith at this point seemed to agree. The only problem was that as they approached the graveyard, the same sensations that originally had drawn the undead soul there started to return and it grew stronger.
At first, Draven seemed to wander about, then gradually it appeared various locations gained his attention and carefully the dark haired male was reaching for the ground, fingers brushed through the dirt, reached for the wall to allow his palm to press against it. Anything that seemed to be recalled as a place of interest to where the Slayer was tied to, though what he saw had nothing to do with helping them find her. Frustration seemed apparent as Draven dusted himself off with a loud groan; it was so difficult to focus when half his mind seemed pulled in some other direction. But what direction? Was it important? Was it something he should deal with… and if he did have to deal with it… where the hell did he start?
The crypt which he had ventured to and studied soon lost attention, now the tanned skinned young looking man had seemed to give up, turning his back to the crypt and the nearby woods where the struggle had taken place and looking towards the collection of gravestones that spanned the area further away. Quietly Draven stared towards the expanse, it was an area he had been to once before, or more accurately an area he remembered leaving. Though it was vague, as if a dream, maybe that was the problem, maybe a part of him wanted to recall the dream. Another part didn’t thought. There was a cry of the crow above, swooping overhead, flying towards the same direction it had flown the first time that Draven had come to this area earlier that night.
"Wait!" Only another screeching caw could be heard in reply to Draven’s order, "They were not over there!" Insisted the avenging spirit to his guide, though it seemed his crow was ignoring him, much to Draven’s annoyance. A look was given over towards Smith, and then a silent sigh as he motioned towards where the bird vanished off to, it was obvious whatever was going on it was causing some unease or discomfort for Draven due to the way he was acting. Though he moved after the bird, what he could do as far as forcing it to come back was almost next to nothing, but appeasing it’s demands might help quieten it down as it had in the past, or so Draven hoped this time to be the same. The walk was not too long at all, perhaps this was a lead that they were looking for which Draven didn’t understand, either way he knew the bird often seemed to know things and try to show Draven those things and it was unwise to ignore the creature. When Draven found the bird though, it had perched itself on a gravestone, though the scene did little for Draven’s mood as he frowned impatiently. The bird however cawed loudly, its beak tapping at the stone, and seemed almost angered as Draven turned away, spreading its wings and screeching again.
Of course, Draven payed no attention to the writing on the stone, he still struggled to recall the meaning of it all, so he didn’t understand that it had his name on it, nor the basic comments of affections, ‘Beloved Son’, and ‘Passionate Brother’ and a small sentence ‘May his songs carry his memories through the ages’, though Draven had never been a star, his band had become popular in clubs. Dead man’s joke seemed a strangely fitting title in some ways if you considered the situation, yet it seemed Draven was far from a joking mood as he stressed once more to the feathered companion, "They were not here!"
Re: Where Secrets Lay Buried - New York Graveyards.
the hospital had been a dead end but that didnt matter too much, Chris had figured they wouldnt find her there, in any case it did not matter a great deal if they did not find her. they journeyed to the graveyard swiftly, it was nice to be running with someone who could move at the same pace as Chris without needing a break or lagging behind. At the graveyard the blind hunter hung back a little, Draven had begun to search around for .. well something but Chris could never be sure what exactly, and the way he wandered in an aimless, almost drugged manner made it futile to try and follow his every move.
He left his companion to his wanderings and moved towards the graves away from the crypt Draven had been gravitating to, he knew this graveyard well, many allies had been brought here to their final resting place. Chris had been here during the day, as he hovered over a collection of simple gravestones he let lose a small sigh "senseless waste" he muttered under his breath. this plot was sidelined for hunters that had no family, the local church served as a safe haven for hunters to meet and Chris had contacts within the clergy. most of these graves were of relatively new hunters, they didnt know what they were up against really or were too gung-ho and rushed in unprepared.
"Wait!" Draven was not talking to chris, that much was obvious "They were not over there!" quickly the blind hunter paid his respects to his fallen 'comrades' and turned towards where the dark haired male stood looking after his Bird, motioning towards the direction it had flown. curiously Chris followed, the connection between man and bird was an intriguing one but it had to be something to do with why Draven was here and what exactly he was.
Chris could 'see' where the bird had landed from across the graveyard, its little body a beacon in the otherwise almost deserted graveyard, there were a few scurrying animals but nothing of consequence. it was landed on a gravestone, as they approached it seemed to get rather insistend on bringing their attention to the stone, there was an eerie feeling in the air that the blind man was not used to feeling at all and it unnerved him slightly. observing his companions reaction it was clear this was not what he had been looking for as he turned away in an almost disgusted manner.
Chris didnt however, he had read the writing on the stone and it did not take the bird screeching loudly at its master to fix his attention on the engraved lump of granite it was perched upon. "They were not here!" Smith took a moment "but you are..." he paused again "..Were" a slight look of confusion spreading across his face as he studied the stone in detail, were it some sick joke that Illidan was playing on his companion, or could this actually be...
the initial option was quickly pushed aside, this grave had not been disturbed in a while. chris wasn't sure what he should think at this moment, it had always been in the back of his mind that Draven was not amongst the living in a normal sense, but seeing it set in the cold hard stone in front of them just seemed to have the hunter taken aback for a while. "Draven are you getting any momories off of this" he asked, regaining his composture and now intrigued as to his companions existance, all thoughts of the slayer they were tracking disolved into the early morning air.
"i mean, i don't know if you have noticed but this grave has your name on it..." he spoke more softly than normal, not sure how Draven would take it and knowing that he himself would not take it at all well and would probably get rather angry. "Have you any idea why, because if its some sort of sick joke someone is playing on you we need to find out who.." he trailed off, he knew there was no one playing a joke.
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