The one thing promised to Ambrosine once she agreed to listen to the offer was peace and quiet, and a place that the Sons of Belial would dare not to set foot. That was enough to seal the deal. That was reason enough to pick up everything and leave those familiar behind to settle her and her children down in this village, to leave everything she had ever she had built in New Orleans and abandon everything she ever was in that city. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t a life she could give her children. Though, the country life wasn’t something the six young ones were ever accustomed to, but in a few weeks, she figured that they would grow to be comfortable in it. To love it even. Gods, she hoped so. It was all she could do for now.
Luckily, they did as she hoped, better even. They were much happier than she ever saw them, playing the creek near the pasture that held their sheep and few cows once they were done with chores, or climbing the trees that were never this big behind the old Victorian they once resided in. Even the pets were more at ease, Cookie snoozing near the warm hearth, while Pumpkin hunted mice to his heart’s content, while Godric was content to watch the flocks with great intent.
Though their farm house were still in the vicinity of the village, it was much closer to the edge of the woods than the other houses, with that factory with its constantly billowing smokes stacks on the other side of the dense stretch of woods. That was were one of the Jacob lambs decided to wander one day, or rather, prance out of the young Damien’s reach when it was his turn to clean out their bedding, now making Ambrosine chase it down. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so frustrating. Actually, it was, until she watched the patched babe frolic daringly close to an entrance of the factory, wagging its nubby tail all the while. Now being this close, she definitely left that something was off about this place. She was told by the previous Taggart that the factory, along with the castle, was places not to dread near. That was if she wanted to keep her peace and quiet.
The air felt electric, and something underground gave off a feeling of..life? Like something was very much alive but not made of flesh and bone. The rumbling and creaking of many cranking mechanics, but she only sensed a single soul. Odd...no, not odd. Unsettling was more like it, it gave her chills down her spine. But now, she had to focus on this stare down she had with this lamb, patiently waiting for it to wander away from an entrance that led inside so that Ambrosine could grab her. Oh bless dear Tulip, don’t go inside...
