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Ghosts haunt for a reason (FinnxRuss)

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Finnaholic

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Rachel was on vacation with her family. They were going to visit some relatives. She was sitting in the back seat of the family car, staring out the window, a pair of headphones on her head as she listened to some rock music on her Ipod.

It was starting to get late, and they were out in the middle of nowhere, driving down a deserted road. They were just passing a dilapidated old house when the car stalls. After several failed attempts at getting it going again, the father tells them that they would have to stay at the house.

Rachel looked up at the house as she got out of the car, getting an eerie feeling. She was very sensitive to the supernatural, and she didn't like the feeling she was getting from the house. She didn't dare say anything, because her parents never listened to her when she got those feelings. She got her bags out of the car and followed her parents up to the house, taking note of the overgrown yard. She really didn't want to stay there, but they were stranded there with no one around for miles.
 
Watching the lights of the car from the attic, Markus was sighing. He watched everything, summoning a bit of his powers to stall the car and render it useless, letting it appear like there was something wrong with the engine. He smirked all of a sudden, he hadn't had any visitors in fifty years now and it would be most pleasing when they turned out to be a small family, mother, father and the daughter. The smirk grew as he noticed the girl even more, she was indeed a beauty, reminding him of his love when he had been alive.

Seeing them come up to the house, he did it the usual way in the movies, a gust of wind blew the front door open, letting an eerie shrieeking sound out. He disappeared from plain sight, his essence hovering in the air. He had been dead for a hundred years already and he knew that he was cursed. Doomed to live as an etheral being until he finally found out what was wrong with him.

He walked through the walls, literally, and found himself in the entrance of the house, watching the family every single second they were together, though his gaze seemed to be locked on the girl for some time, she reminded him badly of Catherine, the one he had lost on the accussation of being a witch and she had been burned on the stake even if it was out of it's time. He still grieved her even if he was dead, he would never get over the poor girl.
 
Rachel followed her parents into the house. The inside looked even worse than the outside, if that were possible. The paint was peeling off the walls in places, and there was dust covering nearly every surface. She moved toward the staircase, getting a chill once she reached the bottom of the stairs. She glanced around, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary yet. Looking up the stairs, she started to make her way up to the second floor, where she hoped the bedrooms were. The sooner morning came, the sooner they could all get out of there.

She took a few minutes to look through the upstairs rooms, finally deciding on one that appeared as if it was decorated for a young woman. She put her suitcase on the bed, and decided to go explore the rest of the house. Walking along the corridor, she found a spiral staircase heading up, and started up the stairs, trying to be careful on the rotting wood.
 
Markus left the parents, knowing they would be able to take care of themselves. He felt the girl pass through him, the chilling feeling that was there when you passed through an etheral being. He smirked to himself as he followed her, hovering in the air behind her as he followed her into the bedroom. It brought back memories of Catherine and when he had slept in there with her. He was haunting his parents house but he had lived there with her for some time after his parents had passed away. He sunk, watching the girl head towards the stairs. It was up there he had been killed, his bones were probably still there, lying in the mess he had made them into.

He remembered how it had happened, he had lived in grief after her death and eventually the villagers had come for him. They accussed him of having been her minion, now continuing her word of witchcraft. He had told them he would never commit blasphemy, he had even gone to church to seek redemption for his sins but they had rejected him, the priest had said he was the spawn of the devil. He remembered why he was haunting the house, he had been seeking for a worthy companion, wanting to have someone to spend eternity with.
 
It was dark at the top of the spiral staircase, and Rachel moved carefully along the floor. She stopped when she stepped on something. She picked up the object, turning it over in her hands to try and figure out what it was. Realizing that was a skull she'd picked up, she screamed, dropping it and retreating toward the stairs. She didn't want to be in an area where someone had obviously died, or been killed. She decided to check out the first floor of the house, thinking it would be a little safer than the top floor. At least there wouldn't be any skeletons there.

After another hour of exploring, she decided it was time to get some sleep. Well she would try at least. She still had a bad feeling about the house, doubled by the skull she'd found earlier. Going back to the bedroom she'd set her suitcase in, she opened it and took out some pj's to change into. It didn't seem likely that the house would have indoor plumbing, so she'd just have to go without a bath, till they got back to civilization. After donning the lacy nightgown, she put her clothes into the suitcase and laid down to try and get some sleep.
 
Markus closed his eyes at her scream, even her voice appeared to be the same as Catherine's. He felt emotional all of a sudden, if he had been able to cry, he would've cried. But for now there was nothing he could do as he followed her on her exploration of the large house. He knew that her parents were in bed already, his senses had told him that as he knew they were all alone.

Following her back to her room, he smiled, sitting in the chair without leaving a mark as he watched her change to her pj's. He resembled her body with Catherine's, seeing the girl he had loved for a split second in Rachel as he then noticed her slipping under the covers to sleep. He moved over, lying down next to her on the bed as he pictured out his plan, waiting for her to be asleep.

Around midnight, when his power peaked, he materialized himself, moving in on top of her before focusing his abilities into a kiss, placing his lips against her's, his icy lips sending a bit of energy into her, locking down her body functions temporarily, she would feel it like she was still sleeping even though her parents would think she had died in the bed. It would be weird but he was hoping they were too frightened to take their 'dead' daughter with them.
 
It didn't take too long for her to fall asleep, almost as if something in the room wanted her to go to sleep. She shivered as she slept, feeling like she was being dunked in a pool of icy water, though she didn't wake. She didn't even hear her mother come to wake her up shortly before dawn.

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Michelle went to wake up Rachel, since they were getting ready to leave as soon as the sun came up. She knocked on the door a couple times, then entered the room. "Rachel?" She went to stand by the bed, reaching to wake her up, only to feel the cold skin of her 'dead' daughter. She screamed, tears in her eyes. Hurrying from the room, she went in search of her husband, telling him that Rachel was dead. It took a few minutes for her to calm down enough to be led out of the house. They would have an ambulance sent out later to retrieve the body.
 
Markus enjoyed the show, lying next to Rachel the entire night, looking up at the ceiling as he planned out what he was going to do. When morning came, he didn't disappear. It wasn't true that ghosts and spirits didn't disappear at day, many went into hiding because of the light but some stayed out. He watched her mother enter the room, letting her do what she wanted before she screamed and left the room.

He stood up, walking to the window as he had become the etheral being again. Seeing the parents leave, he had a gust of wind blow from the inside of the house, slamming the door behind their backs. He grinned, an evil look in his eyes as he turned back to his sleeping prey. He walked over to her, materializing himself again as he locked all the windows with his mind, running his hand gently over her cheek before he bended in over her, kissing her softly with those icy cold lips of his as he returned her body to it's warm state, letting her back to being able to wake up with her body fully functional.
 
She shivered again, getting that icy water feeling again. This time, however, she woke up shortly after. She sat up and stretched, then got out of bed to go search for her parents. After searching the entire house, she had seen not one sign of them, not even their luggage had been left behind. She went to the front door to see if they were putting the bags into the car, but it wouldn't open. Frightened, she started pounding on the door, screaming for her parents. Too bad for her that the house was on a deserted road, and no one could hear her.

After a couple minutes, she stopped and slumped against the door, wondering why they had abandoned her. At least it seemed to her that was what had happened. She would probably soon discover that wasn't the case. Straightening up, she decided to check out the house further, since it was daylight and she could see things better than she had been able to the night before. Maybe, in her search, she could find another door that led out of the house.
 
Markus was enjoying himself, watching her wake up as he was back in his etheral being, following her downstairs. He was tempted to stop her from hammering on the door, even if it was locked it was old and could be broken down if she continued long enough. He watched her slump up against the door, knowing she was blaming her parents about what had happened. Smirking to himself, he saw her getting up again, returning to search the house like she had done the evening before.

But she wouldn't find a way out, every door was locked, and eventually Markus would float through her twice, sending those chills into her body before he hinted a slightly visible trail in the dust leading towards the stairs, he was all the way up in the attic, materializing him as a human. Standing tall, he was a head above her in height with long brown hair and deep blue eyes, dressed in an old-fashioned dress shirt and dress pants as he waited for her to find him.
 
She was heading for the stairs again, when several chills went down her spine. Glancing around, she noticed a trail leading through the dust on the floor, in the direction she'd just been going. She started to follow it, hoping it lead to a way out of the house, though she knew in the back of her mind that she might never get out of the house. Pausing at the bottom of the spiral staircase she'd found the night before, she looked around, wondering why the trail stopped there.

Putting a hand on the railing, she started up the stairs slowly. For all she knew, she could be walking into a trap. She wasn't sure she was completely alone in the house. Someone had to be there, to leave the trail all the way through the house. As she reached the top of the stairs, she could see around the attic, noticing the skeleton that she'd almost tripped over the night before. She picked up the skull that she'd inadvertantly moved, and placed it back with the rest of the skeleton. Straightening up again, she took another look around, this time spotting what appeared to be a man in old-fashioned clothing. "...." She bit her lip, taking a step back toward the staircase.
 
Marus watched her expression as she saw him, stepping back towards the staircase. He lifted his hand, making a little swing before the door closed behind her. He stepped towards her, blinking in the air for a moment before he focused his energy again, stepping up in front of her and softly putting his cold hand to her cheek, touching her skin softly. "You remind me so much of her." His tone was gentle, caring as he looked into her eyes, his own seeming deeply saddened as he moved his hand from her cheek.

He was struck by another memory, the first time he had seen her was at the dance, his parents had brought him along at the age of 13 and she had been there. He had been shy, nervous but eventually he had asked her to dance with him. He had fallen in love with her during the dance, knowing that he wanted none other than her. But then she was taken from him, seeing the red flames of the burning stake in front of his face once more.
 
She took another step back, stopping when she heard the attic door slam shut behind her. She didn't know who this man was talking about, or who he was, but she wasn't going to let a complete stranger anywhere near her. She kept her eyes on him as she moved away, shaking her head. "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't even know you!"

It occurred to her that he might be the one keeping her trapped in the house, and she stopped near the back of the attic, turning fully to look at him. "Are you the one keeping me here? I want to leave. I don't belong here." There was also the issue of how she would eat, if no one ever came to the house.
 
Markus heard her talk about who he was and he was strikken with pain already. He stepped back, looking away from her as he listened to her. "Pardon me, my manners." He said before he bowed for her, letting her have a full bow. "My name is Markus, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" He asked her, standing up again.

"I own this house." He said, letting her stop in the far end as he listened to her, she had good reason for leaving but he knew that he couldn't, she was too important to him to let for her to be allowed to leave. "I'm sorry but I can't let you leave, it's already too late when your parents think you're dead." He told her, walking over to a window while his hands found his hips, making him look much older than he appeared as he seemed to be in his early twenties.
 
She couldn't explain why, but she seemed to already know his name. Taking a cautious step forward, she looked him over. She was sure she'd never seen him before, so why would she have recognized the name he'd given her? "I.. I am Rachel.. Who is this woman you think I remind you of? What happened to her?" She hoped that if she got him talking enough, she could figure out a way to get past him and out of the house.

Her hope of possibly seeing her parents again crashed when he said that they thought she was dead. So that was why they had taken off without her that morning. Leaning against a pillar, she lowered her head, crying again. She was trapped in an old house by herself, well not totally by herself, but she would probably eventually starve to death, as it seemed that no one would ever come looking for her now, and ghosts don't eat, so there wouldn't be any food anywhere in the building.
 
Markus flimmered a bit as she drew his attention from his focus by mention who he was thinking about. "It's nice to meet you Rachel." He said at first, turning his head as he caught her eyes before he told her what she had asked. "You remind me of the woman I loved more than anything, her name was Catherine and she was burned at the stake. They accussed her of witchraft." He told her before he looked at the bones. "I died up here, cursed to haunt the house until I found a companion or a way onwards." He explained her.

Moving past her, he felt something wet run over his cheek, he shed a silent tear, unable for her to see it as he stopped by the door. "You won't starve, don't worry on that part." He told her. He knew what he was capable of creating as he opened the door like it hadn't been locked at all. "I hope you can help me." He said before he gestured at her to follow him while he went down the stairs heading for the kitchen to show her why she wouldn't be starving.
 
Rachel barely heard him over her own crying. She wiped her eyes, glancing over at him. She wasn't entirely sure she should trust him, but she really didn't have any other choice. Taking a few seconds to compose herself, she pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against and followed him down to the kitchen. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to help him move on, but she knew that if she were to ever get out of this house, she'd have to find a way.

Entering the kitchen, she took a look around. It didn't look all that different from the rest of the house. There was dust covering every surface, just like every other room in the house. She turned to look at Markus. "What did you bring me here for? This place looks like it hasn't been used in decades.. probably centuries!"
 
Markus knew she would follow him as he went into the kitchen. It was old fashioned, there wasn't any fridge and the kitchen was basically a big box for a small fire and some pots and pans to be placed above. He opened the door next to the basement one. "What do you want to eat?" He asked her, giving her some time to pick while he answered her question. "I stopped the car, I haven't had visitors in fifty years and I've been here for a few hundred years myself." He told her.

Once she had told him what she wanted for breakfast, he would go into the room, bringing back out the fresh materials of whatever she'd like as he snapped his fingers, the stove lighting up with the fire as he knew that she would be able to cook whatever she wanted. He wasn't going to let her go until he found out if she could rid him of his curse or if she would join him in the house forever.
 
She was used to cooking on modern appliances, so she had no clue how to cook on the surface provided to her. She would just have to learn, she supposed. Deciding on just eggs and bacon, she told him what she wanted, and waited while he got the items she'd requested. While waiting, she tried to get rid of some of the dust in the kitchen, but only ended up getting most of it on her hands.

Grabbing one of the pans that were nearby, she set it above the fire and waited for it to heat before placing the bacon in it. It occurred to her as she did that, that cooking this way wasn't all that difficult. She would just have him start a fire every morning for her to cook on. While the bacon was cooking, she looked through the cupboards for plates and eating utensils.
 
Markus got her the stuff she wanted, using his powers to create fresh food for her as he sat down on a chair, letting a wind blow through the room, and clean off most of the dust as he watched her search for plates. He stood up, heading to a cupboard in the other end of the room, opening it and pulling out a plate along with the silver fork and knife. He didn't care what it was that she used as long as she could help him.

He placed it on the table where he wanted her to sit as he then sat down, waiting for her to finish her cooking. He didn't say anything as he knew that she would want to keep her focus on cooking and even though it smelled delicious, he knew that he would have to stay away from it. The only way she could get food was this way unless he had to feed her his own energy and that would be very hard for him to do without somehow offending her.
 
She glanced at him, hearing him open a cupboard door. She nodded to him, then went back to check on the bacon. Seeing that it was done, she lifted the hem of her nightgown to protect her hand so she could bring the pan over to the table. Pushing the bacon out of the pan, she moved back to the fire and poured some of the grease into the fire before setting the pan back down. She cooked the eggs next, moving them to the plate in the same manner as she had the bacon, setting the pan back where she'd found it before sitting down to eat.

She glanced at him while she ate, wondering why he was quiet all of a sudden. Even though he was basically holding her hostage, he must care about her on some level, or he wouldn't go to the trouble of making sure she didn't starve. She watched him while she ate, deciding she'd have to get him talking again. "Tell me more about Catherine.. What was she like?"
 
Markus watched her cook, noticing how much she resembled Catherine in the way she moved and handled. He had forgotten she was still in her nightgown until she used it to keep herself from being burnt. He watched a bit of black stain the gown but he shrugged it off as he watched her cook the eggs after. It was interesting to him to watch her as she cooked because he wasn't used to her style of food.

Seeing her sit down and eat, he heard her question before he turned his gaze towards the window. "In appearance, she resembles you almost fully." He begun, letting her know the basics now. "She was light in body and spirit, always smiling and happy." He said, feeling his undead heart fill with sorrow. "She was helpfull, no one left without a full stomach. And she was beautiful, like a sunset over a deep blue lake." He finished, a smile on his face and an ice cold tear running down over his cheek as he looked back at her.
 
She nodded, finishing her breakfast while he spoke. She was starting to get used to his presence, though she was still determined to find a way out of the house. She knew that with her parents thinking her dead, she had no way to get away from the area, but she didn't want to stay trapped inside the house all the time.

When she was done eating, she got up from the table and left the kitchen, heading to what was now her bedroom to change out of her nightgown. She would figure out how to wash her clothes later, as well as the dishes she'd dirtied. Once changed, she sat by the window, staring out over the grounds outside the house, a tear trickling down her cheek as she thought of everything that she was losing, being trapped here with a ghost.
 
Markus watched her, seeing her finish her breakfast before getting up. He wasn't thinking much as he naturally followed her, being in her room without making a noise as she changed. He was polite enough to keep his back turned as he then watched her move to the window, sitting down by it. He sighed silently, wanting her to smile like Catherine had smiled to him, but it was hard.

He noticed the tear suddenly, stepping over and kneeling down, gently running his hand over her skin, catching the tear and moving it from her face. "Don't cry." He told her. He had put a spell on the house himself, making sure she wouldn't age while she was there with him as he still wanted her to enjoy her youth if she helped him on and not stayed there with him for eternity.
 
She turned to look at him when she heard him speak. "How can you keep me locked in this house, and turn around to tell me not to cry? I have a family out there, and friends, that you are keeping me a way from, that you made think I was dead. I think I have every right to cry, Markus! I can understand your need to keep me here, but at least let me go outside! If you hadn't noticed, there is nowhere for me to go!"

Getting up from her seat at the window, she moved to the bed and laid down on it, her face buried in a pillow as she cried. If he stayed or not, she probably wouldn't notice as she eventually cried herself to sleep, thinking of her friends back home who were probably mourning her supposed death along with her family.
 
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