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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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Adrenaline was keeping Fenian moving.    But he stopped them in the kitchen anyway.   Century was nervous, palpably so, Fenian didn't need Kiana's sixth sense to perceive that.    "Ok, calm it down.   Time for strategy."   Fenian smiled reassurance.   "We go up there, open the fucking altar, and get out what you think is going to be the Holy fucking Grail."   He chuckled.   "Or whatever is there."

Century swallowed, moving his lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other.   His skittering gaze flickered towards the window again.   "Mello is going to kill us."

Fenian nodded, "Unless Kiana does it first.   Too late to be thinking of that?"

"It wasn't me who took the bottle out."   Century countered, his breathing shallow.

"Yes, thank you, Fenian, for buying me time, at the risk of your own life and love.   You're welcome, Century, to be sure."    Fenian lit a cigarette.   His hands were shaking.   Not with fear.   He was too hyped up for that.   It was nervous energy and the will to be moving.    "Brief me and make it fast."

Century nodded, rubbing his face.   "Fear can kill us in here."

"Then stop being afraid, bach."   Fenian smirked.

"After the crucifixion of Christ, Joseph of Arimathea comes to Britain.   He brings the Holy Grail with him and takes it to Glastonbury.   They hide it there and don't announce it to the public until the 12th century. That was in 1191, when the monks at Glastonbury Abbey go and find the graves of Arthur and Gwenhwyfar."

"For real?" Fenian laughed.   He felt like laughing. He felt high.

Century shrugged.   "Found a grave at any rate.   Probably some Saxon warlord, but there's an inscription in there, carved into stone, saying it's Arthur and Gwenhwyfar.   Some of Gwenhwyfar's blonde hair.   Shit like that."   He pulled a face. "Like she was fucking blonde.   She was Welsh.   We don't tend to blonde, unless it's from a bottle or there's some English in there.   Plus they talk about her in the French name.   Guinevere."

"Off track now, Cent.   Hurry it on."

"French poets get hold of the story. Early 13th century, you get old Robert de Boron writing 'Joseph d'Arimathe'. Suddenly you have Arthur and the Grail all linked with Glastonbury Abbey.   All wrapped up in the blockbuster of the day.   Pilgrims flock there and..."

Fenian nodded, "So Glastonbury Abbey was the tourism hotpoint of the day.   Then got fucked over by Henry VIII, three centuries later.   Monks brought the Grail here.   Is that the end of the story?"

Century glared at him.   "Grail went to Strata Florida.   When that got dissolved, the Grail went into these mountains and wound up in the care of the Powell family.   There is a link between this house and that one.     In the mid-18th century, the Protheros turn up a lot in the guest lists of dinner parties held at Nanteos Mansion.    Deverell Prothero turns up at the funeral of Thomas Powell, in 1752.   We know because a list of the floral tributes exist and he's mentioned in a newspaper report."

"Doing what?"   Fenian's impatience to be on was starting to bubble to the surface.   "So Deverell nicked the Holy Grail and hid it in his altar?"

"I don't know."   Century flinched at the look on Fenian's face.   "But the Reverend William Powell, Thomas's brother and heir, did not entertain Deverell Prothero ever.   No record of him visiting the house, even when all the local gentry were there.   However, I did follow another lead.   Thomas had no legitimate children, but he did have one illegitimate son.   He was dispossessed through not being born on the right side of the sheets, see?"

Fenian nodded.   "Yes, I see.   It sounds flimsy, Century. Sorry. Shall we open this altar?"   He started jogging towards the stairs.

Century, after a short hesitation, hurried after him.   "I found links between Deverell and the illegitimate son.   That's Thomas Powell too.   Thomas Powell Jr, we'll call him."   They were on the staircase.    Century took a deep breath, following Fenian up. "I think that's when he got access to the Grail.   Between Thomas's death and William taking over.   I'm speculating, of course, but what if Deverell promised to help Thomas Jr get the house and land?    He had the local influence.   And the money. This was the era in which he built most of the house.   All the Georgian..."   He paused, catching his breath at the top of the stairs.   "God, I'm fucked."

Fenian strode into the bare room and opened a window.   An icy blast of wind assaulted him, but he dropped the burning stub of his cigarette outside and closed the window again.    He glanced up at the camera.   "Reckon Matt is watching?"

Century slumped around the doorframe, leaning heavily up against the wall.   "If he is, we're even more fucked."

Fenian nodded, "Let's do this."    He peered down through the hole in the floorboards.   "Any fucking light down there?"

Century nodded.   He flicked the switch, illuminating the room they were in.   Light flooded into the room below too.   "Voila."

Fenian frowned.   "We haven't had to put a light on. Except for this room."   He glanced around, but there was nothing to see.   "And someone this century knew about this priest hole, if they've wired up electric lighting."

Century's breathing steadied and he stepped away from the wall.   "We did it.    Got Watari to wire it up, when Mello had it cleaned out and blessed by a priest."

"Health and safety." Fenian laughed and sat down on the edge, with his legs dangling into the hole. He twisted around and began the climb down the ladder.   A moment later, he called up.   "Ok, clear."     Century joined him.   Fenian was already picking up the hammer and inspecting the crowbar, that Century had left protruding from the slab.   "So it's wood covering stone?    Must have been a shock."    He crouched down, peering at the join.   "And fucking heavy for the second floor of a house.    What's supporting it?"

Century had his hands over his mouth and nose.   His pupils were dilated.   He spoke breathily, "I don't know.   That's what I wanted to find out."

Fenian nodded and began work.   "And if we find the Holy Grail in here, what then?"

"Dunno." Century blinked.   "Thought I'd take it to St David's."   He referred to the cathedral in Pembrokeshire.   "Hopefully that will neutralise the house."

"How likely is it to be the Holy Grail?"   Fenian's blows rang loudly about the small room.   It was the chipping of metal on stone. "And when, in your professional opinion, did it end up here?"

Century sniffed, "In the 1950s.   It's accounted for at Nanteos until then."    He finished one lollipop and began unwrapping another.   "And there's no stories of the supernatural linked with this house until the last century."

"And with Nanteos?" Fenian probed.

"Hell yes."   Century smiled.   "Whole fucking tourist industry based on their ghosts.   Most haunted building in Wales, according to the media.   Even had the Americans over here.   Have a show, they have, called 'Ghost Hunters'.    About six years ago, they do this spin-off called 'Ghost Hunters International', filmed at Nanteos Mansion."

Fenian glanced at him.   "And did they find anything?"

"Couple of ghostly voices and a shadow coming at them."

"And the Holy Grail?"

Century wiped his nose with his finger.   "Said it was a 19th century myth."

Fenian nodded. "And your take on that?"

"I agree."

"What?" Fenian stood straight, the hammer clutched in his hand.   "So why the fuck am I opening this fucking altar?"

Century bit his lip.   "Because they had a bowl and then they didn't.    Maybe it's not what is, but what people believe it is."   He winced under Fenian's withering look, but the Irishman went back to work.   "Mrs Roberts said there was devil worship in this house.   All the locals knew that.    She said they keep the witch bottle under the tree, because it saves lives and..."   There was an almighty crash, as Fenian splintered the mortar and the whole slab became loose.   "Moment of truth."

Fenian strained against the lifting.   "Century, heart or no fucking heart, you're going to have to get your back behind this.   Too fucking heavy for me."     He had raised it just an inch or two.   Century took the other end and the pair heaved against it.   It took several false attempts, before they gained the momentum and the slab shifted to the side.   "Push!" Fenian screamed and they both increased their effort.   The slab pivoted on the edge, before sliding down on its own weight to rest against the front of the altar.   The lightbulb flared, growing brighter, then dipped.   It still glowed, but much more dimly.   Century fell back against the wall, dripping with sweat and gasping for breath.    He slipped down the wall and sat heavily on the floor.    Fenian wiped his face with his gloved hand, but he was too intrigued by what they had revealed.    "Well." He exhaled.   "It's not the fucking Holy Grail."

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