(Open)Desperately Seeking Visions

[phedre]

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Visions, they were easy things to fake, but they were not easy things to escape the few times they were true. They were also sometimes dangerous. Most people did not expect a street corner psychic with nothing more than a folding table and a pretty tablecloth to speak the truth. Most of them took her visions incredibly lightly, and then blamed her when they came true.

But Phedre really wasn't psychic, she was just observant, and smart.

People often told more with what they didn't say than what they did. Verbalizing things was a way of covering up those things you wish to keep hidden. The customers who tried to give hints about what it was they wanted to hear were often the ones who gave Phedre trouble later. But she couldn't not tell people the truth.

Such as the man heading towards her at this very moment. He had a peeved look on his face and a pretty young wife in tow behind him who looked terrified.

"I'm just going to get my stupid fortune told woman, what is your problem?"

Phedre watched as the woman shook her head, scared, and pointed towards a store. Her husband scoffed and nodded, allowing her to go. The man took a seat across from Phedre, who smiled invitingly and held out her hand.

"Good evening sir."

[/i] The man huffed and handed Phedre her advertised fee, the British equivalent of about 20 U.S. Dollars. Phedre loved ripping people off, but she also believed that her services, when true, were worth that amount and more.

"Alright love, tell me my future. Give me something good, something that I don't know, something life changing."

"Are you sure sir? You should be careful of that for which you ask." [/i] The man nodded that he was sure and Phedre took his hands in her own, crouching over his palm she took a deep breath and spoke out in her Oracle voice, the voice that had allowed her to rule Ancient Greece from the Temple of Delphi as the Almighty Sibyl.

"You have recently experienced a great fortune, however it has brought about a great misfortune. Your wife is not the loyal woman she appears to be. She has lain with another, at least one. Beyond that I cannot see." [/i] The deep voice fell away and Phedre slumped forward.

"I'm sorry sir..." [/i]

"What kind of bullocks is this? My wife would never."

"Sir, think carefully about your wife's recent habits. Has she gotten any new hobbies that force her to stay out late? A new job perhaps, or new responsibilities at the one she had?" [/i]

"Well yes, in fact, she has....how can I find out who it is? I'll kill any man that dares to speak to her."

Phedre reached out and touched his arm, calming him. "No sir, it is not the men that your wife speaks to that you must worry about. It is the men that she does not speak to, the ones she does not want to be around, the ones she claims to hate, that you must fear." [/i]

"My brother!" The man gasped, despair evident in his hushed voice.

"Do not think too hard on it sir, for I could be wrong, but I do not think it in this instance. I'm so sorry." [/i]

Her customer nodded sadly and then stood. He pulled out his wallet and threw the entire contents of it on her table. "If you're wrong, I'll be back for that. If you're right, I owe you that much and more."

Phedre bowed her head and looked with pity upon the man. "Thank you sir, I hope you do come back for it." [/i] With those words he knew she wasn't making it up and a single tear slipped down his cheek before he walked away.

The equivalent of 3,000 dollars, that's how much the man's wallet had contained and Phedre despaired having it. These were the hardest fortunes to tell, the true ones. The ones that ruined happiness and lives.

"May Zeus have mercy on your soul and may Aphrodite bring you a love that is true." [/i]

With that Phedre returned to the waiting game she played between patrons. The night had come about an hour earlier and she had been sitting in her position for half an hour, already she'd ruined a marriage. What else would this night bring?


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NOTES !?;; First Phedre post, yay!!!!
STATUS !?;; Finished
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CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0 for everything but the post itself and the picture and the colors

[Fang]

hmmmm. Can I claim? One of my characters, Faith, is a seer, and newborn vampire. It would be interesting to meet a very old one!

[*Faith Riddle]

The month old vampire was far from home, far from her lover, far from sanity. She was a nervous wreck, she was starving - a lethal combination. But she needed answers. Answers that Dani couldn't provide for her. She didn't sneak away from him, God knows that was an impossibility. She wasn't his prisoner, and he'd never keep her against her will. When she told him where she had to go, she didn't wait for an objection. Her bag was packed, and she was gone before he could life a finger. She stayed in constant communication with him. The young vampire literally had her cell phone in her clutches at all times. Her heart ached for him to be with her, but she needed to be here alone.

She came looking for answers to her past. She found nothing. Not a trace of a Faith Riddle ever having existed here. Strange, she at lease expected to find a record of her apartment rental. London was where she lived before she fled to the States. She suspected fowl play. Someone tampered with anything that had her name on it. Her main concern was getting to the bottom of this mystery. She couldn't even begin to understand why someone would do this to her.

It was a vision that brought her here. Clairvoyancy had its perks, but oftentimes it got her into trouble. Her third eye had been extremely active since she became a vampire. The visions had a variety of ways getting to her. Sometimes as apparitions - both palpable and ghostly, a sudden thought, or an image in her head. For some reason, Faith only attracted negativity. Her visions were focused only on bad things - sickness, injury, failure, break-ups, death. She was a magnet for negativity.

A man stormed past Faith, who was currently seated on a bench. The seer picked up on his negative energy instantaneously. He was about to confront his wife about her loyalty to him. But she would have nothing to hide. The man was going to do something brash to the one who accused his wife of the wrongdoing. An image of the blonde culprit flashed behind Faith's eyes. The trouble-maker was sitting behind her. Faith turned her head to get a look. A street psychic. This one didn't have a sixth sense, but she was a talented actress.

Faith was familiar with "psychics". When she started having visions, these were the first people she sought out. Unfortunately for her, she found out the hard way that less than half of the psychics out there were fakes. Overtime she got better at picking out the "psychics". A real psychic worked on a certain frequency that he or she couldn't turn off. This frequency was much unlike that of one without clairvoyancy. The frequency enabled psychics to channel. Faith knew the real from the fake. The real threw off a certain energy only another true psychic, or one sensitive to the paranormal, would pick up on. There was not an inkling of this energy on the one seated behind her. Another fake, not something you didn't see everyday.

The blonde was causing trouble. This Faith didn't like. Altering someone's future wasn't something to take lightly. The blonde would discover this, probably not for the first time when that man came back for vengeance. The blonde upset a balance, there was a price to be paid for that to restore it. Faith was obligated to do something now that she knew what was about to ensue. This feeling of obligation is what always got her into trouble. It was a bad habit she couldn't seem to shake.

Rising from the bench, Faith sauntered over to the "psychic", keeping to the shadows with her head down. Faith had the disposition of a shady character when she sat down across from the "psychic" purposely. Her intention was to give the fraud false pretenses so she drew incorrect conclusions. Faith tossed a 20 dollar bill on the table. "American money is all I got. I need a reading," she growled.