Blood of the Covenant

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. DR. NOAH BENJAMIN MAcKENZIE PhD PROFESSOR OF HISTORY Office Hours: MW 3-6pm, TTH 12-4pm

[the-shadow-quaintrelle-blog]

"Sorry about shattering the possibly charade then. I don’t mean to interrupt the lovely conversation we’re having about murder, but what’s your name? I don’t know about you, but I like to know who I’m talking to."

[benjaminmackenzie]

He laughed -- if only a bit involuntarily. The worth of a name was always priceless. After all, what good was a face without a name? What good was a name without knowing the face? Perhaps not the worth of a name, but the worth of the combination. Yes, that's the priceless thing. The thing without measure. The combination.

"Aye, always a smart thing te ken. Tha'wey yeul ken te keep an eye out fer me name in th'paper incase th'young, strapping prefessur is th'dastardly killer."

He offered his hand, leaning his weight lazily on his cane.

"Doctur Ben MacKenzie, prefessur'f occult histery 'n th'like."

"Pleasure t'meit ye."

[henry-giles]

“'Thou shalt not suffer a witch.'”

"Speakin’ personally, I think I’d much rather suffer a witch than a psycho."

[benjaminmackenzie]

"Personally, I think it's a bit late t'be callin' witches inta question. Ah mean, th'possibility ova psycho seems a wee bit more plausible, aye?"

"I canna ken what would inspire such an act of brutality -- no crime of passion th's fer sure."

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[benjaminmackenzie]

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[lucastalbotlightasair-blog]

"It’s actually quite a good film, if you can separate it from the novel it was based on." 

[benjaminmackenzie]

"I was talkin' more about the wee lass who was burned at the stake, bu' I s'pose there's somethin' ta be said about novels versus film."

[benjaminmackenzie]

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[bethany-potter-deactivated20141]

"Yes. It must be horrid." Beth’s eyes flickered to where his haze was supposed to be, but she couldn’t find anything. Was he hiding it? Or was he a zombie? No he wasn’t so what was it.

Her face goes slack as she realizes that something isn’t right. ” And that’s the reason you came here? For a change of scenery?” 

[benjaminmackenzie]

He gave a hefty breath and shrugged. "Got offered a job. Imma professur at the, eh, Uni. Time fer a wee bit'a change is all, t'be honest." Oh, a change indeed. Fortune smiled to those who showed a bit of patience. Birchwood was a place he could blend in nicely. He could take his time with his vengeance. 

"Professor Ben MacKenzie, cheers."

[bethany-potter-deactivated20141]

"It is. When a life is cut that short - the whole world weeps. Whoever did this was a monster. She was so young and full of potential. " 

[benjaminmackenzie]

"I hope th'catch whoever did it soon, I know I'll sleep a oft bit smoother once th'ave."

"Nothin' like startin' a new job on the eve ofva murder. I though' I'd be leavin' crime behind when'uh left the bigger cities."

[lincolnclarke]

Had Kieren been more acquainted with the people of Birchwood, he might’ve been suspicious of a strange man he’d never seen or spoken to before. But keeping to himself mostly made him none the wiser to the Scot’s presence. He could go around, wondering who else had been lying to him from his past. But that would drive him insane further. He was already losing it with all he had come to discover. Trying to sort it out without all of the pieces was frustrating too.

The Irishman gave no indication of sympathy or care in his expression. He merely gazed in the direction of the crime scene, remembering the photos of it that he’d been shown and questioned about. “I suppose so. Killin’ ‘appens everywhere t’ough. Dis is da second one since All Hallows’.” He murmured, recalling that it also had to do with him in one way or another. But that one had not made such a direct spectacle of him.

[benjaminmackenzie]

"Th' second?" A throaty sound of displeasure escaped him. He brushed his nose with his hand and glanced over at the Irish man again. He made a thoughtful sort of noise and shrugged his shoulders, looking off into the opposite direction. "Y'know, y'look a wee bit familiar."

His eyes were still trained down the road, as if he were waiting for something that would never come. The other shoe to drop, perhaps? Or maybe a glimmer of recognition. When Kieren had escaped the first time, Ben had smiled. This will be the start of something. The birth of something. Knowing that a MacKenzie was on your trail was enough to make your blood run cold. Enough to keep you looking over your shoulder. Sleeping with one eye open.

It made you tired, it made you sloppy. But this? This was something else. Something new entirely. This was the recklessness of a man who didn't know he was being hunted. 

"Ben MacKenzie, pleasure."

He offered his hand.

[the-shadow-quaintrelle-blog]

"I’ve lived here for …" Her voice trailed off as she quickly thought up just how many years she had been there. It seemed like forever. "Seven years now," Eva stated like a question, though with slightly more certainty. "And these are the first two murders that have happened."

[benjaminmackenzie]

"Auch, donna tell me that, lass. Makes m'worry it's all on my account. I'd much rather hear that there's been some mass murdering all along."

[lincolnclarke]

Kieren had just been released from custody. He was ruled out as a suspect when his alibi checked out. One benefit to drinking in the company of others. But there was still the mysterious photo of a murder he did commit, yet said nothing about. And then there was the question of: Why him? Which he also gave no answer for. This was personal. He knew it. Arthur must have had friends, family. And it was now catching up with the Irishman. If only he could remember more surrounding that killing. He might then have an idea of what and who to watch out for.

He passed by a man across from the taped off area surrounding the gallery. He said something aloud and Kier stopped as he hadn’t heard him clearly and was not sure if he was being directly spoken to or not. “Excuse me?”

[benjaminmackenzie]

And there he was. Ben ran his hand through his beard, nodding as if in the middle of some deep thought. Curiosity was a dangerous thing. It killed the cat, after all. It had done it's part to lure out the monster that Ben hunted. But there was no look of fear in Kieren's eyes. No look of familiarity. He would have thought -- given their last encounter -- there's be at least some fear. Worry, even. It had taken so much strength for the Shadowmancer to escape him the first time. But then, there wasn't much of anything beyond idle confusion. No recognition. Nothing.

"I was jus' sayin' tha' it's a tragedy. From the looks of it, it was some poor wee lass. Don'cha think?"

[the-shadow-quaintrelle-blog]

"Yeah it is." Eva didn’t visit the school much except to see friends who were attending, which is exactly what she was doing today. "Did you know the victim?" Eva had met her once or twice, but wasn’t too familiar with the girl.

[benjaminmackenzie]

"I'm new actually, jus' started this m'rning. But still, it's always so sad to see someone gone before th'time," he paused, as if to chuckle at a sad thought. "You know, when I took a job in sleepy fuckin' Birchwood I though' there'd be a few less murders. I guess nowhere's as safe as th'say."

[benjaminmackenzie]

"God what a tragedy."