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Annals of Fear II	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 5803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mello was through his chalet door and across the room like a shot. He took up his biking leathers and deposited them on the bed, along with a few other items. Matt arrived more slowly, closing the door with a pensive look on his face. He placed his laptop on the table. Mello immediately dashed to his side and grabbed his husband. With his arms around Matt's waist, Mello kissed him long and passionately. Then grinned. "Told you that seeing your genius at work was a turn on. If I wasn't in a hurry, guapo..." He winked, then released Matt. Matt quietly smiled in his wake. "Fucking audacious, downright brilliant."

"Gracias."

Mello began pulling on his leathers. He paused, sitting on the edge of the bed, as soon as the trousers and jacket were both on. The chocolate snapped between his teeth. He held it there. So obviously thinking through strategy, that Matt didn't interrupt him. Only when the chocolate was sucked in to be crunched, did Matt glance up expectantly. "You're staying here." Mello told him. "Upstairs, monitoring."

Matt nodded. "Ok."

"I'll be linked up."

"Kk." Matt licked his lips. "You read all that Welsh?"

"I skim read it. Obviously I'd have liked to have time to research further, corroborate details, double check. But that's not going to happen. You can do that. Like I said, I'm linked up. I'm going to give you things to search. You might just be reduced to Google, but I trust you to determine sources."

Matt smirked, "That's very generous of you."

"Stay in here with the light on, until they've gone. I'll shut the bathroom door. If they look through the window, talk through the door. Like I'm in here. I want the element of surprise."

"Kk."

Mello gave him a long look. "Mail, this is my strategy. Just out of interest, what would yours have been?"

Matt blew out his cheeks. "I'd be buying a fuck load of cement and pouring it between the roots of the yew, so no fucker can remove the witch bottle. Job done."

Mello bit off another strip of chocolate. "Wouldn't that kill the tree? What if the tree needs to be alive to protect us."

Matt sucked on his cigarette. "Dunno. Because it sounds like bullshit to me that the tree is protecting us."

"Despite the evidence?"

"Granted the current evidence appears to point to that conclusion."

Mello stepped towards the window, peering out to see the light pouring from Century's window. "What makes you dispute the evidence?"

Matt stared at him. "Because it's a tree purporting to save us, just because someone pissed in a bottle and added some nails."

"More improbable than the reality of a Death Note?" Mello challenged. Then hurriedly shifted backwards to hide behind the edge of the window. "Century and Fenian walking past."

Matt slouched to the bathroom door and closed it. He leaned beside it and exhaled smoked. "Rhubarb. Rhubarb. Rhubarb. Rhubarb."

Mello laughed. "Nice conversation there, Mail. Though I was envisaging that I wouldn't be here, when the time came to pretend that I was. The point being for them to think that I was."

Mail blinked at him. "So why are you hiding?"

Mello froze. He considered it, then stepped back into view, should anyone look in the window. "I..."

"Fail." Matt deduced, surveying him over his cigarette.

Mello tried to look nonchalant, but he had no response. He covered it with pulling back the net curtain to watch the couple pass the cars outside. "They're going onto the beach." He licked the edge of the chocolate bar in his hand. "Time to make my move." He dropped the curtain and checked the communicator attached to his jacket. "Mail." Mello jogged across the room and kissed his husband. "I love you. I'm always coming back for you. Talk at the door, let them think I'm in there. Soon as I tell you to, go upstairs and monitor every thing that happens. Until then, airwaves silence please. Be ok?"

Matt nodded, slowly, "And you?" He took his own communicator from the pile on the table, then returned to the closed bathroom door. He clipped the little device onto the inside of his high collar. It wouldn't be seen there.

"I'm going to do whatever is necessary to solve this case and let us go home." Mello snatched up his helmet. It was a pity that there was no backdoor, but sneaking out of the bathroom window would waste too much time. "I'll be in constant touch via your clever little gadget. Te amo, guapo."

"Volim te."

Mello paused by the front door. "I know you do, baby." He winked, before fastening his black helmet over his head, and slipping out into the night. Matt's stomach turned, but this wasn't a time for self-analysis. This was a job. He heard the wind against the microphone on Mello's communicator. He heard nothing much else, but dared not speak. His voice would be broadcast from Mello's chest. There was a sudden crunching sound, then nothing. Matt had no visuals here. Once he was in the computer hub, he'd have it all. Until then, it was audio and nothing else.

It seemed to take an age, but there was Kiana's voice. "Liam, why are you behaving like a child?" She rounded the Land Rover and stood with her hand on the rear door handle. "Eh? What are you trying to fucking prove? And to whom?"

Fenian flashed her a look of angry betrayal. "Drop it." He climbed into the front of the Land Rover, slamming the door behind him. He unlocked the passenger door, allowing access for Century.

"Don't fucking tell me to drop it. You're acting like a gobshite and I want to know why you're," Kiana opened the backseat door, as Fenian unlocked it from within, "risking..." She didn't finish. Mello seemed to appear from nowhere. It took her by surprise and she shrieked.   Mello's visor was down and her shocked face appeared reflected in the darkness of its black mirror. Mello didn't give her time to think. He clasped a handcuff around her wrist, with the other attached to his own, and pushed her into the vehicle. Kiana fell, sprawled, onto the padded seat, but Mello was right behind. She found her voice, "Jesus!"

Mello pulled the door shut behind him. "Well, isn't this cosy." They could hear the smirk in his voice. One hand remained out of view, dangling down between thigh and door. Everyone present concluded that there was a gun primed in it. Fenian had reached for his own, then remained frozen in the realisation that it would freak out Century. He held his breath, ready to follow through, should the situation bypass the need to keep Century calm. The teenager, himself, had his hand on the door, preparing to flee. "Drive, Fenian." Mello commanded, his voice husky and raw, only slightly muffled by the visor. "Now."

Kiana spoke tightly. "Fenian, do as he asks." She was peering over her shoulder, trying to convey that she believed that Mello had a gun. The other two knew. Fenian glanced at Century, then did as he was told. For a second or two, it seemed that Century would still leave the Land Rover, even as it was thrown into reverse and started moving out of the bay. But he stayed. His hand never left the handle, but he remained sitting. Kiana gradually manoeuvred herself into sitting up, right up against the door, though one arm was out-stretched towards Mello. She cast Mello a filthy look. "Is there really any fucking call for this? You fucking idiot?"

"Mail." Mello spoke loudly. "I'm on my way. Phase two, please, baby."

Matt's reply sounded clearly inside the Land Rover. "Received. On my way."

Fenian spoke tightly, "Hurt a hair on her fucking head and I'll fucking..."

"No-one's going to get hurt." Mello sounded almost bored. "Because everyone is going to stay calm and not do anything rash. You're going to drive us to the manor house and we're going to enter it as reasonable men."

Kiana glared. "And you'd not be thinking that this is fucking overkill? You could have just asked for a fucking lift, you imbecile. Or driven yourself." Anger laced her tone. "Have you still got Century's fucking keys? Are you not driving that up? Or your own fucking car? Taxi even? The fuck is it with you boys and your fucking egos, nitpicking away at each other?"   She yanked her arm sharply back, intending to hurt Mello's wrist in the other cuff. It failed. He was wearing the cuff over his biking gloves. "Fucking idiots, the lot of you."

Fenian drove, staring grimly ahead. Mello replied, mildly, "Ma'am, you'll not be harmed. This is just a little insurance. But Fenian knows that I'm an evil tosser, therefore he's not going to do anything stupid."

Century turned suddenly in his seat. "Mello. What did it feel like when the cathedral came down in Gorskica?"

Mello didn't miss a beat. "It felt exactly as you would imagine it might, for a four year old alone in the world. Incomprehensible and terrifying. Why?"

Century flashed a look at Fenian, then settled back into his seat. The silence hung heavily, laden with tension. Fenian, predictably, filled it. "Kiana's right. This is fucking overkill and it makes no sense."

Mello's helmet bobbed, as he nodded under it. "Yeah. Headfuck, isn't it?"

Kiana's eyes glistened. "I just don't understand..."

"He's a fucking arsehole!" Fenian supplied. "This is the fucking bastard that I had to grow up with. See now? See what I mean?" But he was still driving, taking them across the river and skirting Aberystwyth to climb into the Cambrian Mountains. "He just got bigger weapons, as he got older."

Behind his helmet, Mello chuckled. Kiana rounded on him. "Is this making your mother proud? Is this what she raised you to be?"

"She didn't exactly raise me. I was orphaned at four years old." Mello spoke conversationally. "But, in answer to your question, it's precisely how we were raised to be. I'm just better at it than either of these two."

"Bullshit!" Fenian erupted, his foot pressing down onto the accelerator.

"Oh?" Mello began.

But Kiana jolted beside him, then yelled. "Brake! Brake now!"

Fenian slammed on the brakes and Mello imperceptibly tensed. They were out into the countryside now. The manor house not too far away. Trees lined the road. Darkness encroached everywhere. Somewhere unseen to the east, there was the lowing of a cow. Inside the Land Rover, there was only the sound of breathing. Kiana made no attempt to leave the vehicle. Fenian peered over his shoulder to look at her.

Mello growled, "Keep driving, Fenian."

"Ki?" Fenian gave her a weak smile of reassurance. "Chara, mo..."

Mello kicked the back of the seat, just once. There was a dangerous edge to his voice. "Drive the fucking vehicle, Fenian. Come on now, you've been such a good boy and..."

"Will you cut your fucking crap?" Fenian snapped. "You really think a helmet and leathers will stop a bul..." He heard Century's sharp intake of breath and immediately turned again to inch their Land Rover forward. "You are nowhere near as safe as you think you are, Mello."

Mello's voice had softened again, to a measured rasp, "I know. But it's not going to come to that."

They rounded the bend at a crawl, with Fenian still unsure as to whether he should be moving at all, then he slammed on the brakes. "Fuck!" A tree branch lay across the narrow lane. Century and Fenian stared at it, with goosebumps raising on their flesh. Kiana and Mello both had to lean forward to see. Fenian gabbled out his words. "Fuck! The speed we were going..."

Kiana nodded. "I love you, Liam."

"I wouldn't have fucking stopped in time!"

"Thank you for listening to me." She clasped his shoulder with her free hand and squeezed it.

Century pointed. "We'd have hit that tree there. Or gone over. Down by there, is it?" They all peered out into the darkness.

"Maybe flipped. I was doing..." Fenian began.

Mello swallowed. "Fenian, get out and move the branch."

Fenian punched the steering wheel. "Are you not fucking impressed with that, Mello? Does it not fucking make an impact? It..."

"It changes nothing, unless, of course, it wasn't a coincidence." Mello sat stiffly. "You weren't here last time." As Fenian made to speak again, Mello lifted a hand, still attached to Kiana's and knocked Kiana's other hand from Fenian's shoulder. "Move the fucking branch, Fenian. Do it right now, before I lose patience."

Fenian glowered, but an instant later, he opened the door and, leaving it gaping wide, ran to the branch. It took all of his strength to drag it out of their way. While he was gone, Kiana hissed, "You don't scare me, Mello. Just so you know that."

"Oh?" Mello sounded coldly amused. He didn't elaborate. "Kiana, how is the witch bottle protecting us?"

Kiana looked incredulous. "Why should I tell you that?"

Mello's visor faced her. "Maybe it seems as good a time as any? Considering the situation and all?" They remained staring at each other. Mello added, "And given the fact that I think it might be failing. If, of course, that near miss wasn't a coincidence. Fenian's parents died in a car crash, didn't they?"

Century sucked in a breath. Kiana just looked confused. "What the fuck has that got to do with anything?"

"And if it's sentient, as we strongly suspected that it was, then it knows that we were trying to get into the altar." Mello added, lightly, "Just a thought."

Century took the lollipop from his mouth and addressed the windscreen ahead. "Fenian wasn't there when I tried to open it. Should be gunshots and cathedrals exploding."

Mello nodded, "But they've already failed. This way wipes us all out. Problem solved."

Kiana looked from one to the other. "... the fuck are you gobshites going on about?"

"What about Siân?" Century asked, so quietly as to almost be inaudible.

Mello raised his voice a touch. "Mail, check Siân's train. News. Progress."

From the communicator at Mello's chest, there was a softly spoken, "'kay."

"Thank you, guapo." Mello surveyed Century. "I doubt she's in danger. She's not a threat. That's always assuming that this isn't just one of those things. We have no evidence that that branch is something to do with the house. Sometimes things just happen. They don't have to be part of the chain."

"A warning?"

Mello uttered a mirthless snort, "Fucking strong warning."

Fenian rushed across the lane and clambered into the Land Rover. He was white with reined in emotion. "I've had e-fucking-nough of this. I'm turning the fucking Land Rover around and we're..."

Mello sniffed. "Good luck with your plan, Fenian."

Fenian sat still in the driver's seat. He glanced at Century, who was deep in thought, then at Kiana, through the rearview mirror.   "Fucking arse!" Fenian bellowed, startling them all. Kiana frowned and made to touch him again, but Mello grabbed her wrist and held it tightly in his hand. Fenian started the Land Rover and didn't turn it around. "I mean, what does this fucking serve? You're..."

"Guinea pigs, is it?" Century spoke, icily. "This way, he's close enough to the action to influence it, but he can watch from afar, while we open the altar. You'll do it. He's got Kiana."

"And what the fuck are you expecting to be in the altar?" There was silence. Fenian barked. "Century? What are you fucking expecting to be in the altar?   It's my fucking life on the line here. My fucking woman held hostage in the back there. Afford me the common fucking dignity to..."

Mello sniggered. "He hasn't told you. Excellent."

"You fucking tell me then!" Fenian waited. "You haven't got a fucking clue either, Mello. Your man is bluffing. Fucking..."

"My written Welsh is fantastic, thank you." Mello shrugged. "You gave me two months to learn it." He watched Century squirm uncomfortably. "I'll give you something, in return for the information that you gave me. It's not going to be the Holy Grail." He saw Century look sharply up. "In my humble opinion."

Fenian glared. "That Holy Grail thing wasn't a joke?"   He indicated and turned into the track leading to the manor house. "I don't fucking believe this."

Century took his lollipop from his mouth again. "Park up at the gate. Mello, I'm getting him up to date. Fine, are you, with that?"

Mello chuckled maddeningly. "I'm amazed that he doesn't already know. The old alliance failing then?"

"It's Century's case." Fenian snapped. The gate was in view. He sped up to reach it, then cut the engine. "I'm listening." His fingers beat a tattoo on his thigh.

Century audibly sucked on his lollipop. "Go for it, Mello."

"I'd hate to steal your thunder." Mello smirked. "Why don't you tell him?   Go on, it's ok, everyone will know that you discovered it."

Century scowled, then leaned his head back against the headrest of his seat. "I nearly respected you." He told the ceiling of the car. "I don't fucking respect you now."

"You want proof that I read it."

Fenian growled, "He fucking read it, Century."

Century nodded and launched straight into his report. "The house itself bothered me." He caught Fenian's sharp look. "From an historical point of view. Because it's built from the top down, see? Basement is Georgian, underneath a sixteenth century room, with a fifteenth century entrance hall. Then you go through into a Georgian sitting room, but go up the stairs and the rooms above are sixteenth century again. Makes no sense, see?"

"What about the priest hole?"

"Sits at the junction of sixteenth century and Georgian rooms, but the decoration is seventeenth century." Century sucked on his lollipop. "Thought it was extensions, but looks more like rebuilding to me."

Fenian shook his head. "The sitting room is probably sixteenth century, when you peel back the plaster. They just refurbished a couple of centuries on."

Century considered it. "Possibly. But they pulled out the whole fireplace and probably half of the supporting beams, if they did."

They waited, but Century was deep in thought. "Century, edited highlights please."

"Surname bothered me too. Prothero, comes from ap Rothero, but this family been using it since they lived here. That's about three-four centuries too long. Patronymics here. Surnames, we don't get them until much later on. Fucking with the English paperwork, so forced them on us in the 18th and 19th centuries. Early as I can go, this old family been using Prothero. Went on a hunch and looked in the 15th century. Exciting that was, in Wales."

"Owain Glyndŵr." Mello supplied, from the backseat.

Century nodded. "Looked, I did, into the records from Glyndŵr's parliament. There's a Rothero. Our family, they kept the name because it has some glory in it. Rothero was a Glyndŵr man. Probably how he got enough money, in the fifteenth century, to go building a house." He gestured, needlessly, towards the unseen house. "That's not all. Found more records from the abbey, down by there, where he's throwing money around in chantry donations."

Mello lifted his visor. They all turned to look at him. He smiled, sweetly. "Abbey down by there?"

"Strata Florida." Century nodded towards the mountain. "In the Ystwyth Valley. The pilgrim's route went right by the river, under the manor house. Coming from the abbey, down by Aber. Get a boat from there. Take them up by the Cisterian route."

Fenian blinked. "Is this important?"

"Yeah."

"Carry on."

"Strong with their Catholicism, they were, the old Protheros. I'm guessing that they were a stopping point for the pilgrims, passing right by their door. There was an old ysbyty down by the way." Century peered around at them. "You know what an ysbyty is?"

Mello nodded once. "Hospital."

Century smirked. "Do you know what an ysbyty is?" Mello blinked. Fenian frowned. Both were silent. Kiana just looked silently uncomfortable. "Grant you, I will, that it's the modern Welsh for 'hospital', but what was a hospital?" Century was enjoying himself. "Became the place for the sick, but that's modern. Funny word, is it? For a place for the sick. Comes from the same root word as 'hospitality'. It's the place where you go for hospitality. Hostel. Hotel. Those old pilgrims, they come for miles on foot. Exhaustion, exposure, cuts and bruises, is it? Some of them coming because they're ill in the first place. Want the old blessings of the abbey. Go the Cisterian Way to show they're faithful. Get God's help on their conditions. By the time they get here, they need a rest. So off to the old ysbyty, is it?"

Fenian gave him a meaningful look. "This is the edited highlight version?"

"From the manor house, you'd be looking down on the Cisterian Way. You'd see the pilgrims going back and forth. Some coming over the mountain behind you. Just saying that a family that pious, to be giving chantry donations up to the old abbey, could be helping the pilgrims too." With one glance at Fenian, Century hurried on. "Yes, it is relevant. 'Cause the Catholicism becomes relevant. Right up your street, eh?"

Kiana spoke quietly, "Liam, every hair on my body is on end. Can we hurry this up?"

Mello gave Kiana a sharp look.    "Your psychic ability is working overtime?"    He watched her bow her head.   She was pale and licking her lips.   In the front seat, Fenian looked back once, then glared ahead and switched on the engine.    Mello growled, "Do not drive us into there, until he's finished talking."

"Catholics, they were.   But they were passed over and it ended in devil worship."   Century continued hurriedly.   Just as it seemed that Fenian would release the clutch, he pulled up the hand-brake again.    "Nanteos Mansion is further up the valley, see?   And that's where they took the Holy Grail."

Fenian breathed, "What fucking holy grail, Century?"

Century sucked heavily on his lollipop, until Fenian went to snatch it from his mouth.   Century reared back.   "Dissolution of the Monasteries.    Over in Glastonbury, you have this legend of the Holy Grail being there.   Probably just some 12th century money-making thing, but they were still believing in it in 1539.   That's when Glastonbury fell and the Holy Grail?   He's brought into Sir Ceredigion.   Down to old Strata Florida."

Mello interrupted. "Why is there an abbey with a Spanish name in the middle of Wales?"

"It's not.   It's Ystrad Fflur.   But the order comes from the continent and the lords around by here, before and after Glyndŵr, they're Normans.   So you get a load of French, Irish and Spaniards trying to get their tongues around Welsh and Ystrad Fflur becomes Strata Florida."   He glanced back, but Mello just nodded.   "Our manor house here has a lot of links with Strata Florida."   He paused.   "This is really hard to do fast."

Mello looked unsympathetic.   "You had all the time in the world, when we were in the chalet.   You chose this way.   Who are your sources?"

"Archive documents from the time; Nanteos Mansion; local history; Mrs Roberts."

"Mrs Roberts?" Mello blinked.   "She spoke to you?"

Fenian exhaled loudly.   "Enough.   We're fucking going in."   He irritably took off his seat-belt and opened the Land Rover door.

"Reverse."   Mello snapped.   Fenian ignored him and raced to open the gate.   Mello waited until the Irishman returned, before saying, as reasonably as he could, "If Kiana can't stand sitting here, then reverse."

"Fuck no."   Fenian drove on, through the gate and onto the driveway.    They rounded the yew tree and there was the manor house, squat and dark, but with all of its lights blazing from the windows.     Kiana stared at it, looking trapped.    "Ki?"

Matt's voice sounded, urgently, from Mello's chest.   "Mello, do you read? Over."

Mello had frozen, but he responded.   "Yes, Mail. What is it?"

"You have been in communicative black out.    No audio; just fuzz for the visual.   I only had the GPS and that had you by the gate for ages."   There was a short cough.   "I'm getting readings from the house, same as before.   Is the witch bottle out?"

Mello's gaze bored into Century's head.   He spoke icily, "It shouldn't be.   But if it is, then you and I are alright.   It broke the pattern."

"'kay."

Century shook his head.   "I haven't moved the witch bottle."

Mello continued staring at him.   "Yet all of this has started up again."

Fenian opened his door and leapt out.   He attempted to open Mello's door, but it was locked from within.   "Open this fucking door."

Mello sniffed.   "Kiana, what are you feeling?"   She remained tight-tipped, not even looking at him.   "Liam might be endangered, if you don't tell us."

Kiana peered up, her eyes flashing darkly.   She hissed, "Is that a threat?"

"Take it how you will." Mello calmly replied, "But I primarily meant it in the context of this house is dangerous.   We are all endangered.   That branch on the road could have been a coincidence.   It could have been a warning.    Ergo, Liam could be in trouble."

Fenian had returned to kneel on the driver's seat, glaring back at them.   "We're here. Fucking uncuff her now."

Mello met Fenian's gaze head on.   "You need to calm down.   Your fear can do extreme things to you here.   It can make you behave irrationally."

"So what you going to fucking do about it?    Hurt her? Hurt me?"   Fenian replied, scathingly.   "Go the fuck ahead.   I've fucking had it with you."

Mello's features had already iced into a mild disdain.   He flashed the faintest of smiles.   "I'm in charge.   You will do what I say and we might just make it out again alive."

"Fuck off."

"Close the door." Mello continued, in that same deadpan tone.   "Close the door and get back into the car.   Because the house is misbehaving, yet we believe that the witch bottle is still in place.    If Gwrach-y-Rhibyn turns up, you will be clawed to death.   Do not think that your Irishness will save you.   She killed two Swedes."    He didn't take his eyes from Fenian.   "And your fear is guiding you.   All of you."     He lifted his hand, hitherto hidden in the darkness of the seat well.    It held only a chocolate bar. "Your assumption that I held a gun made you drive me here.    There is no gun."   Mello's smirk grew, though his blue eyes remained cold.   "I have far too much respect for Century for that."

"Bollocks."   Fenian said, but without passion.   He swallowed and looked to Kiana.   "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?"   She nodded, though she patently wasn't alright at all.   He left the door open.   "Uncuff her."

Mello shook his head.   "Mail, what phenomena are you witnessing?"

Matt quietly spoke from the tiny speaker.   "Just electrical spikes; EMF off the scale; temperature dips.   Nothing moving around though."

Mello nodded.   "We need to see if the witch bottle is still there.    But we will do that after Century has finished his story.   Century, you mentioned another mansion, why is this important?"

Fenian quickly interjected, "I'll thank you to make this the edited highlights now, Century."

Century looked ill.   "Glastonbury Abbey brings in the pilgrims by making a big fuss of its ownership of the Holy Grail.   Henry VIII targets Glastonbury during the dissolution of the monasteries.   Most of its assets stolen by the crown. Story goes that the Grail, it was smuggled to Strata Florida by seven monks.   The dissolution hadn't made it to Wales, see?   Outpost. Thought it would be safe. It wasn't.   1539, the troops come here too.   The Grail disappears up the mountain."

"This mountain?"   Mello asked, staring now at the house.

"No, further up the valley, to Nanteos Mansion, eventually.   Family who owned that used to work for the monastery and they were entrusted with its care.   Got them rich and they built the mansion in the 18th century.   Made a big thing of taking it out for house guests.   Loads of associated cures and the such.   Story goes that Richard Wagner visited.   He was so affected by seeing it, that he goes and writes 'Parsifal'."   Century smiled, then shrugged.   "But the Grail goes missing in the 1950s."

"And you think it came here."

Fenian slid off his seat.   "Fine! Let's go and get the Holy Grail out of the fucking altar.   Most sensible fucking thing to happen all night.   Will we be needing our own crowbar?"   He ran, suddenly, into the direction of the yew tree.   Mello tensed , his gaze sliding sidewards towards Kiana.

"How much does he love you?   He does love you, right?"   Mello yanked open the rear passenger door and tried to leap out.   The handcuffs attached to Kiana stalled him.   "Fuck!"

Kiana stared at Mello, "What do you mean by that?"

Century watched through the side mirror, his expression blank.   "Mrs Roberts, she said that the family here knew the Powells of Nanteos well.   Two gentry families, is it?   But she also said that the Protheros really made their money from devil worship.   Did it in the house."

Mello felt the enormity of the terror sinking down upon him. "Oh Bog!"   He gasped, soliciting the interested looks of both Century and Kiana.   Mello slunk back down into the seat.   "Mail!"   But there was no response at all from the speaker and Fenian stepped back into view.   The witch bottle was held aloft in his hand.

Author's Note: A discussion about this story is going on here: http://mrsjeevas.joharrington.co.uk/forum/viewforum.php?f=11
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