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Dark Rituals	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: S through Z > Sherlock Holmes (2009) > Sherlock Holmes (2009) Views: 3327 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dark Night
            Katherine sat at the window seat in the study as she had done often. Her reason for sitting here was because it had a spectacular view of their garden below. With the full moon tonight, it cast an eerie but beautiful glow on the flowers that all seemed to be blooming at once.
            She heard the door open and close behind her and footsteps that were quite familiar to her by now. “It’s nearly midnight. You should prepare yourself so we may begin.” Blackwood reminded her.
            “I can’t, Henry.” She said softly not looking from the window. “I’m so very tired, I simply can’t participate in the rituals tonight.” She said in an almost defeated voice. Blackwood approached her and looked over her shoulder down into the garden to see what had been keeping her attention.
            “Considering how hard you have been working, I think perhaps we can take one night to allow you to recuperate before we begin again.” He decided that she had done more then he could have ever hoped, and her talent was continuing to blossom with the right encouragement and nurturing.
            “Thank you.” She said quietly, not sure what she would have done if he’d insisted.
            He sat down next to her at the window seat, and reached up smoothing her hair back from her face tucking it back behind her eat. Katherine could almost feel his intentions and what was coming next, but she was far from the mood. He studied her face for a moment before cupping her cheek in his hand and started to take a kiss from her lips.
            Yet she turned her face away looking back out the window, “Please Henry.” She said, just wanting the time alone to herself. His jaw clinched slightly, amazed that once again they were facing this issue.
            “You know, you’ve gained a talent for upsetting me with the simplest gestures and the fewest words.” He said his eyes darkening.
            She sighed knowing that there was going to be an argument now no matter what. “I just don’t see a point in it.” She admitted. What she said shocked even Blackwood as he just stared at her. Her eyes turned back to him, “We couldn’t protect the children we have, how responsible would it be to bring more into the world?” She asked. “True, we now know the risks, and we would be incredibly strict in who we let in our home or near them . . . . but what’s to keep it from happening again?”
            When Blackwood didn’t answer, she turned and started to stand intending to leave and find solitude else ware if he insisted on staying, but Blackwood seized her arm roughly. Without even thinking, she tried to pull her arm away but his grip only tightened. She jerked and struggled causing Blackwood to stand from window and grab her other arm as well.
            Blackwood jerked her hard against him and kissed her roughly, causing Katherine to panic slightly not wanting to engage in any sort of physical activity tonight or in the near future, and the fact that he was insistent upon it only seemed to make her struggle harder. However, the more she struggled the tighter his grip became to immobilize her. He moved to kiss her again, but she dodged out of the way and tucked her head down to keep her face from him.
            This only irritated him, and rather than continue this farce he wrapped his leg behind hers and knocked her back off her feet, taking her to the ground with a single move. Able to use his weight now to hold her down, his hands wrapped around her wrists and pined them to the floor on either side of her head.
            She started to cry out and yell still trying to free herself, but it was no use. It didn’t matter if she screamed bloody murder; no one in the world who could hear was going to come to her aid. She couldn’t believe this was happening and tears started to escape her eyes as she arched her back trying to buck him off with no success.
            Blackwood released her wrists, as his hand went to her throat and wrapped around it and squeezed tightly pushing her head back against the floor causing her body to stretch and put her at an awkward position that wouldn’t allow her any sort of leverage. It freed his other hand to use as he wished as he reached down between them and started to pull her skirts up to her hip.
            “No, please . . .” She mouthed as a weak whisper was all that could be heard. It hurt to breathe much less speak. Her hands wrapped around his wrist trying to pry his hand from her throat so she could take a full breath, but it seemed he intended to keep her out of breath to prevent any more struggles or protests. Blackwood apparently felt she had been given more than enough warning of what would happen if she insisted on being stubborn about this. Perhaps she hadn’t believed him before, but after tonight she would have no doubts about the sincerity of his threat.

Secret Meetings
            Katherine sat on a bench in the park nervously. It was just after dark and she had heard all sorts of tales about the sorts of people who wondered through parks at night. Yet this is where she was told to come, by herself. They said they had news of her sons, but if she told anyone or brought anyone with her then the deal would be off and she wouldn’t be contacted again.
            Blackwood was out tonight. There were no rituals that she knew of going on, and to be honest she didn’t want to know what he could be doing. There were plenty of disturbing things he might be doing, including harvesting ‘ingredients’ for their rituals and spells. She thought it best not to look a gift horse in the mouth and use the opportunity to slip away and try and find their boys.
            “Good evening.” She heard a voice say and she stood up turning to see a figure on a brown robe with a hood. She couldn’t believe her eyes, as the monk approached her and pushed the hood back so she could see his face. “I wasn’t sure you would come.”
            “You said you had news of my sons.” Katherine said quickly wanting to know what he had to tell her.
            “Yes. They are both happy, and safe.” He said.
            “I already knew that.” She replied, “Where are they? You must know where they are if you know of their welfare.”
            “I have come to you, tonight to offer you a chance for your sons to be restored to your care. They need their mother, and I have no doubt that you want to raise them yourself.” He said.
            She starred at him not sure how she felt about this. “What right have you to say whether I can or cannot look after my children? You know nothing about me, we’ve never met before now. How do you know what sort of mother I am?” She demanded.
            “Your husband traffics with the devil.” He continued, somewhat ignoring her questions. “Allowing the innocent to be raised by one who is so corrupt is an offense against Heaven and an affront to God.”
            “What is it you want?” She demanded irritated by the condescending tone of this man and really the entire church who took it upon itself to interfere with her family.
            “It’s time for you to make a choice, Katherine.” He said directly. “You can either be with your children, as their mother. Raising them and watching them grow yourself. Or you can remain in the house of that demon as the devils hand maiden.”
            Katherine was dumbstruck. She couldn’t believe what he had just said to her. “How dare you. How DARE you!” She shouted. “The only reason I am in that house and wear the Blackwood name is because the church sold me in the first place! I was to enter the nunnery when I came of age, to devote my life and body to God and no other. Now the church seeks to punish me for THEIR sins by stealing away my children??” She exclaimed. “Do you have any idea what sort of Hell I’ve been condemned to since my wedding day?”
            “You’re excommunication from the church hasn’t yet been made official as of yet. And there is still time for you to redeem yourself. You’re being given the chance to leave that house of misery and sin and join your children and live out your lives in safety.” He said.
            Katherine couldn’t take another moment of this nonsense, and before she could realize what she was doing she found her fist clinched around the collar of the Monk’s robe, and the sharp point of the atheme that Blackwood had given her against the monk’s adams apple. “If I’ve already been condemned to hell in the eyes of the church, what’s one more sin to the list?” She said having a hard time keeping herself in control. “You tell me where my children are, and you might forestall your final judgment until some other night!” She demanded.
            The monk seemed quite caught off guard by her behavior, and the fact that she held a weapon to his throat ready to end his life. Even more disturbing, it seemed as though her eyes had turned nearly black. He was speechless as he stared into her eyes, his own fear impossible to hide now. “I don’t know where they are . . . I was just sent to give you the choice.”
            “And if I were to say yes? What then?” She asked pushing the blade harder against his throat, a small bit of blood started to bead underneath the sharp steel.
            “Then I would simply have taken you to an arranged meeting place . . . you’d been taken to them from there . . .” He said shuttering slightly.
            “Who is this person? Who gave you this order?” She demanded.
            The monk’s jaw seemed to clinch as his hand wrapped around his prayer beads. It seemed as though he wasn’t going to say any more and was praying or making his peace with God. Katherine just stared at him for several moments, before her eyes turned to the blade seeing the blood from the small cut that was made by her hand. She couldn’t even kill an animal, how on earth did she think she could ever back her threat up. Frustrated with herself and with the whole situation she shoved him back away from her causing him to stumble over a rock and fall to the ground.
            “You act as though I’m evil incarnate and what you and your breathern do is justified by the crosses you wear around your necks.” She shook her head still starring at him, shaking inside that the offer she had been given was simply to much to even entertain. “I’ve seen what you’ve done. The majority of the ‘righteous’ are worse hypocrites then any they’ve tortured in the name of God. I’m ashamed to have ever called myself one of you.”
            She turned and started to walk away as the Monk quickly got to his feet. “You will not be offered this chance again . . . be sure your able to live with your decision. If you walk away now, you’ll be excommunicated and you’ll never see your children again.”
            Katherine stopped but didn’t turn back to look at him. “I’ll find them.” She said simply. “Without bartering my soul for their return.” Then she continued on her way, trying to bite back the tears.

Desperation
            “Do you not understand what I have told you?” Katherine said looking at Watson and Holmes. “I have just come from a meeting where I was offered an impossible choice, using my children as leverage.”
            “You seemed shocked at the idea anyone would do such a thing.” Holmes said a slight tone of sarcasm in his voice knowing her husband’s record.
            “It’s not just anyone,” She said. “It’s the church, the very people whom I looked up to. I wanted to be like, I wanted to be one of. I was taught their principles and their beliefs. They became my own and I believed everything they told me. Now? Now I find they’re no better than the ones they preach against.”
            “You’ve given us the Monk’s description, Katherine. We’ll follow this lead first thing in the morning.” Watson said. “We’ll let you know if we find anything straight away.” He promised. Katherine was quiet a moment and looked away from the two men. It was as though she was trying to decide whether or not to share more information she had with them or not. “Is there something else you wish to tell us?” He asked.
            “Mr. Holmes . . . you have a reputation for sorting out things with the smallest amount of information, attention to the most minuet details. If I could tell you of impressions, or scents from a place. Could you tell me where it is?” She asked.
            “What do you mean? Like the memory of something from your childhood, or of a place you have been?” He asked.
            She didn’t know quite how to answer that. “Let’s say . . . from a dream.” She asked.
            He arched a brow, “Well that is sort of a wide range of possibilities but I have to say it might be most fascinating to attempt. We could give it a go I suppose.” He said.
            “Someplace where it is warm, not to hot but quite comfortable with a warm breeze. The smell of blooming flowers, orange blossoms, lilies, and roses.” She said trying to remember everything but having a difficult time of it.
            “That could describe a million places on the planet.” Holmes said, “You’ll have to be more specific then that I’m afraid.”
            “I can’t.” She said in frustration. “It’s different when it’s someone standing right in front of me, if I can see them or touch them, but I’m trying to . . . .” She stopped realizing she was perhaps saying more then she should.
            “What?” Holmes asked. “What do you mean when someone is standing in front of you? To do what? What are you talking about?” He said a bit confused.
            Katherine just stared at him for a moment wishing she hadn’t even brought it up now. “Nothing you would understand.” She said simply. She knew he didn’t believe in the supernatural or anything else that could be considered in that realm so there was no point in speaking to him about it.
            “Well, no. Hold on.” Sherlock said. “As I have said more times than anyone can count, the more data we have the better chance we have of solving the problem and doing so quickly. So if you feel you have some knowledge that might help us find your sons, then please share it.”
            “And have you accuse me of being simple minded, or insane?” She said. “I think not. You have made your beliefs on the subject quite clear, and although you claim to be open minded . . . you are not. You still believe that my husband wasn’t resurrected but was simply pulling some sort of trick.”
            “Yes, and I proved that. It was chemical not supernatural.” He said. “I don’t say that it isn’t possible, but if the facts indicate human interference then it can’t be under the classification of the supernatural.”
            Katherine sighed and removed her gloves tossing them down on the table before reaching out and snatching Holmes hands in hers. She looked into his eyes for several moments in dead silence. Holmes and Watson looked at each other not certain what she was doing.
            “You’re in love with a woman. A woman whose intelligence and deviousness rivals your own.” She said seriously.
            “Simple observation.” He said.
            “Irene Adler.” She said giving him the name. Watson’s eyes were fixed on Katherine’s face, and both men noticed that the color in her eyes seemed to disappear and turn onyx black. “A thief for hire or pleasure.”
            “Her picture is in my study.” Holmes said. “You could have easily looked about and found her file among the others in my room.”
            “She’s going to kill you.” She said simply. This was news.
            “Excuse me?” Holmes said. “On what basis did you decide that?”
            “Because you’ll get between her and what she wants, and her desire to have it will be stronger then her feelings for you.” The black in Katherine’s eyes seemed to expand even further now, well past where her pupils could dilate naturally. “She’ll pierce your heart, and leave you to die.”
            Watson and Holmes glanced at each other having a strange overwhelming feeling of foreboding. The entire room seemed to become darker, as if the candles had started to burn out. “Release me.” Holmes said seriously having become incredibly uncomfortable. When she didn’t do as he said, he jerked his hands from hers. “I said STOP.” He shouted.
            Katherine dropped her hands to her sides and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, they were nearly back to normal and she looked incredibly exhausted. Neither Watson nor Holmes knew how to explain what had just happened, and the uneasy feeling hadn’t dissipated. She sighed, “Henry calls it my ‘gift’.” She said. “It’s not.”
            “What happened there?” Watson asked. “You’re eyes. They changed dramatically while you were . . . um . . . reading him?” He said not certain what to call it, but it was incredibly unnerving to witness.
            “I don’t know.” Katherine admitted. “I look at people a certain way, and I concentrate on them, and I can see things. Images, feelings, emotions, that sort of thing. Things that have happened, that are happening, that will happen.” She shook her head and covered her face a moment. “I always feel so tired after doing this.” Turning she sat down in a nearby chair not sure if she could stand another moment.
            “You’ll have to excuse my skepticism.” Holmes said crossing his arms. “Taking into consideration your husband’s history and past methods . . . I have a hard time believing you haven’t picked up one or two of his tricks.”
            “I’m not trying to convince you to believe in it one way or another, Mr. Holmes. You wanted to know where I got the little information I had on their whereabouts and I simply showed you. I don’t really care whether or not you believe me or even your own eyes. I have a single goal that consumes my life and that is to find my children before the next . . .” She stopped cold wishing that she wasn’t so tired that she spoke without thinking.
            “Next?” Holmes said letting her know they weren’t deaf nor going to simply ignore it.
            Katherine looked at Watson feeling as though she could speak with him easier then Holmes. “Much to my disappointment, I’m expecting again.” She said softly. “I’d hoped we would find the boys before having another . . . but.” She shook her head not wanting to discuss it. What was done, was done and the only thing to do now was to take it like it turned out.
            “Already?” Holmes said. “Good Lord, you and Blackwood must be part rabbit.” Watson gave Holmes a look at his inappropriate comment, and Katherine was already upset about the news she hadn’t even shared with Blackwood yet.
            “And you sir, are kin to an Ass.” She answered. “Something I’m certain you’ve heard often over the course of your life.” She started to stand, and Watson helped her to her feet. “Just, let me know if you find anything.” Then, Katherine turned and headed out the door, Watson escorting her.

Disbelief
            “You are a medical man, Watson. Is there no reason you can think of that her eyes would change so drastically with no light interference?” Holmes asked as they had been arguing now for quite some time.
            “No. There was no reason for them to do that. Even focusing on you shouldn’t have made her pupils dilate so large.” He insisted. “You think I haven’t considered every medical possibility since I witnessed it? She obviously didn’t come to us intending to . . . read you.” Watson quoted not certain what to call the event. “It seemed as though she didn’t even want to tell us or let anyone know. So how would she have gotten that information? Also, she’s not as brash as you tend to be, and wouldn’t have made something like that up just to upset you.”
            “Once again, you seem to be ignoring her family situation and of course her spouse who delights in torturing people he considers an enemy or threat.” Holmes pointed out. “He himself met Adler, he pushed her off the bridge right before my eyes just to try and hurt me.”
            “But Katherine is not him. She doesn’t go around hurting people just for the sake of it. It’s not her personality. She’s not vindictive like he is.” Watson insisted. “I realize that you’re not exactly fond of the human race, and think the worst of everyone right off . . . but Holmes, you have to take a look at someone and see when they genuinely have a good heart. She has proven that several times to us, even when she wasn’t in control of her situation.” Watson sighed in frustration as he looked at Holmes, “I’m getting the distinct feeling we’ve had this conversation before. Your stubborn prejudice against the woman is causing yet another repeat performance.”
            “I’m not prejudice towards her my dear Watson, I simply do not have the ability to trust her completely as you seem to.” He said. “Not everyone is as good hearted as you you know.”
            “So shall we see if we can pick up a trail with this lead she’s brought to us?” Watson asked thinking it best just to get back to work.
            “We won’t be able to approach it head on. No doubt he’ll want to keep himself hidden and the church will aid him to prevent anyone from finding those boys.” He paused a moment looking at Watson, “You know . . . I think you look stunning in black.” He said eyeing him.
            Watson wasn’t sure what this was about but he was almost positive he wasn’t going to like it.

Scared of the Dark
            “Katherine?” Blackwood called from the doorway. Dinner had been announced and she hadn’t come to the dining room. He walked through the bedchamber knowing she was in there somewhere, considering the room was well lit. “Katherine?” He said when he still hadn’t received an answer.
            Turning the corner, he found Katherine crouched over, on her knees on the floor. He frowned and walked over kneeling down beside her and taking her shoulders pulling her up where he could see her face. She was incredibly pale, cold and clammy to the touch. “Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He asked holding her tight so she didn’t double over again.
            “I’m fine.” She said looking away from him.
            “Obviously that isn’t the case.” He said with a look before helping her stand to her feet. “Come on,” He said taking her into the next room to where their bed was and helping her to lie down so she wouldn’t fall. He sat down beside her and felt her face again finding her cold to the touch “I’ll send for the doctor.”
            Katherine sighed realizing she couldn’t hide it any longer. “There’s no need.” She said her eyes turning downcast.
            “You know what’s wrong then.” He said looking at her face wanting an answer now.
            “Yes.” She answered simply finding it difficult to speak. Blackwood waited to hear what she had to say just looking at her in silence. “I’m due in the fall.”
            Blackwood studied her for a moment not certain how to take her reaction. Katherine remained silent her eyes remaining downward not able to look at him right now. “How long have you known.”
            “A few weeks.” She said softly.
            “And you tell me only now.”
            Katherine was tired and didn’t want to do this right now, but there was no avoiding it and she knew it. “I was hoping to find the boys . . . before I had to say anything.” She answered truthfully.
            “Katherine, you should have told me as soon as you knew. As soon as you suspected anything. How can I see that you are properly looked after if I don’t know important details such as this?” He demanded. When she didn’t answer, he arched a brow slightly. “Why did you want this kept a secret?”
            “We weren’t able to protect Michael and Gabriel. How are we to protect another child and keep them from being stolen away?” She knew she might get beat for speaking like this and saying her thoughts allowed, but if he truly wanted to know her thinking then she was going to speak her mind. “I don’t want this happening again. The ones who’ve gotten away with abducting our children have gotten away with it, and will have no hesitation to do so again.”
            “You’re wrong, Katherine.” Blackwood said in a stern tone. “It won’t happen again, I can promise you that. An example is going to be made of all those who had a hand in this to insure that it’s clear what becomes of anyone who dares defy or threaten me or my family.”
            “They knew your reputation before, they know it now.” She countered, “The only way anyone will believe any treats or warnings we give is to have our sons brought back safety and those responsible made to pay. We can’t do that until we find them.”
            Blackwood sighed having been somewhat frustrated himself with the lack of results being delivered. Angry that it had been allowed to happen in the first place. The woman who had taken them in the first place should thank the heavens that she was killed quickly and quite dead when she was found. Had she been brought to him, the death she would have experienced wouldn’t have been so quick and painless.
            “Katherine, you must trust me. Put your faith in me that I will do everything in my power to keep this from happening again, and restore our children to you. But in the meantime, while our search continues . . . you must care for yourself and the child that is here now.” He said placing his hand over her abdomen. She jumped slightly when he did this, his very touch making her stomach turn. After how he had treated her these past few weeks, his touch had become something she dreaded. He would begin gentle and caring, but if she showed the slightest bit of resistance or protest he would turn cold and it was as though she was nothing more than property to be used at his leisure. Not even human.
            “Send for the doctors then.” She said quietly. Blackwood watched her face every time she spoke and kept his gaze locked on her. It always made her feel a bit uneasy that he never looked away, never softened the way he looked at her. It would unnerve most people, and was incredibly intimidating.
            “Rest, I’ll have something brought up for your supper.” He said before standing and leaving the room.
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