Death, the third of the Harvest holidays, the ending of the cycle,
death, but with the hope of rebirth. The traditional time for the
annual slaughter to ensure food throughout the winter months. Take
this time to remember departed ones. In some traditions the end of
the year. The separation between this physical world and the spirit
world is thin. Halloween customs are a part of this element of death,
the thin line at this cycle and remembering the dead and the hopes
eve of samhain
darkness and light
night and day
cold and heat
death and life
Feast of All Saints
This information I found
If you like to know more about the old religions and their holidays
this is a good link. Thanks to my friend Anucat for her help!
closed the book that he had been reading. He could not seem to keep
his excitement down. The one time of the year that he could be with
Catherine in the world above was soon coming. He remembered what Brigit
had taught him only the year before with his visit with her at the All
Hallows Eve party. That every moment is precious - he had plans for
Catherine this Halloween. He was going to take her to the Renaissance
festival that was to be held in the park. The last night would be Halloween
night and that night many people would be wearing such elaborate costumes
that he would fit in perfectly. He had left a note for Catherine at
her home to meet him that night dressed in the gown she worn only last
year, and that he would come and get her. Oh, how he eagerly awaited
looked at her gown and began to think about the festival she knew that
Vincent was going to take her to as she lifted the gown and knew that
it just was not what she wanted to wear this year. This year she must
have something that would make her look her best. Make herself as beautiful
as she possibly could for him, for her love of loves. She looked at
the swatch of brocade fabric and smiled, thinking of the seamstress
that she had met through her work with the D. A., and the gown that
the two of them had come up with. The rich emerald set off her eyes
and the design that they had come up with would bring out all her best
features. She knew now she had yet to get her hair done and to find
the jewelry that would be just that crowning touch. That is when she
remembered the necklace that Mouse had given her, the one from the treasure
ship that was found in the tunnels. Catherine smiled fully, thinking
that would do perfectly. She breathed deeply the sent of the pumpkin
spice potpourri that she had out. She loved the smell of the fall. It
was so invigorating, earthy and made her think of such things as long
walks with the one she loved in the park looking at the changing of
the foliage in the trees above. Oh, she could not wait. She would have
a full day to walk with Vincent in the sunshine, a full day to look
at how the sunlight caught in his golden mane of hair. How noble he
would look. How utterly and totally breathtaking he truly was, and he
would be on her arm in mere days at the festival. She could hardly contain
her excitement any longer.
looked to her planner and she saw where she had taken that day off.
Joe took her for mad for taking Halloween off, but she smiled and told
him that she was to be at an important meeting that day and also what
other day she could switch it to. This day was too special for her to
waste it in the office behind mountains of paperwork.
looked to Mary as she measured him once more for his new cape. She teased
him. "So, you are meeting Catherine at the park, or are you going
to pick her up?"
thought how nice it would be to actually come to Catherine's front door
instead of climbing to her balcony. He then answered her. "I had
better not risk..."
chided him. "If you can not walk among the top dwellers on Halloween
of all nights, then when can you walk among them?"
chuckled at her words to him. "Very well, it would be nice to visit
her properly. To greet her as she has greeted us so many times."
The tapping on the pipes today seemed as if it were some sort of symphony
of odd song. Nothing was going to change his jovial mood.
walked in, relying heavily on his cane. "Ah Vincent, I see you
have not left yet."
looked at Father and smiled. "No, it seems as if I want this cape
done Mary has to measure me every few hours."
and Father caught the wry dry wit and both laughed with Vincent. "You
have a note from Catherine."
looked to Mary and she eased back from her task of pinning the proper
length of hem. Vincent retrieved the note from Father. He felt that
there was more to the note than what his father had mentioned to him.
With a slight bow of his head, "Thank you, Father."
let his lips curl into the hint of a smile. "She suits you, you
could smell the faint hint of Catherine's perfume on the paper. "Yes,
she does." He went to his chair and opened the envelope and took
out the note from his beloved. As he pulled out the note a swatch of
emerald green brocade fabric fell into his lap. He lifted the fabric
up in the candle light of the chamber.
gasped at the beauty of the color. "May I see that closer, Vincent?"
nodded his head as Mary came closer to hold the piece of fabric. She
marveled at the intricate designs woven within the cloth and knew that
this color was totally not what Vincent had planned for her to wear.
His outfit would have to be changed. Vincent read the verse from William
Shakespeare's 118th Sonnet.
I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often in his gold complexion dimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Now shall death rag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
smiled at the sonnet and saw below her note to him.
My dearest Vincent,
I cannot wait until our day, our day that we can walk in the sun.
I have decided not wear the gown that you mentioned. But to wear another,
within is a piece of the fabric from the remnants of it. I hope that
you do not mind. But this day is so special I want to look my best
for you. For our day together, our day in the sun.
laid his head back on the back of the heavy chair and took in the words
that she sent for his eyes only to see. His heart beat ever faster with
this rush that she gave to him each time he saw her, was near her, heard
her speak with her melodic voice. His heart ached with each parting
between them but it made each greeting that much sweeter.
spoke to Vincent at last. "This color will look lovely on Catherine,
with her eyes."
took the cloth that Mary held out to him. Looking at it he smiled, examining
the wondrous color of it. "Yes, and her skin." The thought
of her cream-like skin, her eyes and those lips of hers stirred something
deep within his being. He stood up, placing the note in the book he
had been reading and pulled on his old cape.
knew without asking where he was going. "Give Catherine our love."
nodded his head to Father. "That I will do."
was lost in the book when she saw out of the corner of her eye a shadow
shift. The fall breeze made the sheers in her open French doors flutter.
She breathed in the crisp autumn air as she placed the book down on
her bed, slipping from the covers to walk out into the balcony. She
looked out at the skyline of this city. It was such a world's difference
from the tunnel community below. That is when she saw it in the corner,
her rose bush, there was something in it. Caught in its thorny branches
was an envelope tied with a bit of string. Walking over and she looked
at it. "Vincent?" She asked in a hushed tone.
watched as she walked from her apartment out onto the balcony in her
peach silk gown. How she looked out upon the skyline. He had hoped it
would be just enough to see her, but the sight of her in the soft glow
compelled him, then she saw the note he had written for her earlier
that evening. When she spoke his name it sent chills through him. At
last he could not fight to urge to touch her. He walked behind her,
silently placing his cape around her almost bare shoulders. "It
is far too chilly for you to be dressed so."
his voice in her ears as he wrapped his cape around her, Catherine closed
her eyes and felt his kiss upon her neck. She whispered in his ear.
"Oh, I had hoped you might come."
felt the speeding of her heartbeat as he kissed the main vein of her
neck. "We have two more days."
turned to him, her eyes alight with the stir of her emotions. She giggled
now, feeling as if she were a bride about to marry her love. "I
feel as if I were a bride about to wed."
focused his eyes upon her and she looked into his blue eyes also alight.
"Oh how I wish that we could, my dearest Catherine. But there is
no room in your world for me. And your life is here above."
laid her head on his chest, breathing deeply the scent of him. "I
know, we have been over this many times. But one day we have."
She looked up at him with her glorious beauty. "Our day."
knew then that it was a mistake coming here. She was far too lovely
tonight for him to just come and go as if a shadow passing in the night.
His voice like the wind caressed her ears. "Do you remember what
Brigit taught us last year?"
smiled nuzzling her face into his chest as he held her. "How could
Hallows Eve, Samhain, where anything is possible and nothing is what
went on to reply to him. "It is the night where the separation
between this physical world and the spirit world is thin and the bounds
of this world are lifted and anything can happen." He kissed the
top of her head and said to her. "Maybe we can be wed if only for
looked up at him to his face. "In my heart of hearts we are already
one. You are the complement of me, my other half."
you are that of me." He said as he lifted her face and gently kissed
the kiss ended he whispered. "I await our day as eagerly as you."
walked her into her apartment and saw the copy of 300 Days. He
smiled. "I believe I will have to go, or my outfit will not be
ready in time."
hated for him to leave but she knew that it had to be. "Alright."
slipped the cape from her shoulders and with a slight movement it was
about his own and he slid the hood to hide his face. She watched as
he left her there and made his way to his world. The world that she
longed to be a part of with him.
curled up in her bed between the covers, closing her eyes to dream her
dreams of him.
next morning Catherine was awoken by the doorbell to her apartment,
she slowly made her way out of her dreamy state to see her father, letting
him in as she yawned while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I
called at your office and they told me that you had taken the next few
days off. Cathy, why did you not tell me? Are you ill?"
just smiled and said, stretching. "No, not by any means. I just
have a meeting tomorrow that is very important to me."
Her father's gaze narrowed upon her. "And should I know about this
just giggled. "Well, maybe one day I can tell you, father. But
until then it has to be kept to myself and my meeting." She walked
into her kitchen and opened her cabinet and pulled out the coffee tin
and began to make them some coffee.
just do not understand why would you have a meeting on Halloween? Is
this some sort of joke?"
Catherine teased her father with the truth. "Okay, okay you have
got me cornered. I am going to the renaissance festival in the park
with a friend."
father relaxed. "Well that is more like it. So, this friend
Is this friend a male or a female?" He moved closer to her. "I
do believe that smile I have seen before but not on you." Catherine
tilted her head and received his platonic kiss. "Is there something
that you are not telling me, Catherine?"
just smiled within herself and replied to her father as she began to
prepare them brunch. "I am single, and until my prince charming
comes and sweeps me off my feet I do not see that changing anytime soon."
father shook his head. "I just hate to see you alone Cathy. I mean,
your mother and I had such a wonderful marriage. I do so want that for
looked up at her father as she broke the egg into the bowl. "Maybe
one day father, but just not today. I don't think Joe would care for
me to resign my place at the D. A.'s just yet. He just about had a running
fit when I put in for these two days off."
father laughed at her words and said to her as she made the quiche.
"That Joe was smart for snapping you up as quickly as he did. I
just wonder if I had given you more challenges when you worked for me
would you still be with my law firm."
placed the eggshells in the trashcan. "I doubt it. It is good for
a child to branch away from the nest. To go on with their life."
looked at Mary's work on his cape. "Extraordinary, Mary."
beamed with happiness. "You should see the vest that Jamie has
created for you."
Jamie came up to Vincent with the vest that she had skillfully created
out of this and that. Jamie watched as Vincent's eyes grew wide with
surprise at the workmanship she had done. "Astonishing, Jamie,
you made this?"
Jamie nodded her head, blushing as she answered. "Mouse helped
me find the buttons to put on it. And the fabric was from pieces of
cloth that I have been collecting for a while."
let his hand pass over the patchwork top in the tunnel style of sewing.
He bowed his head to them both. "It is lovely, it is just what
is needed to complete my outfit. I thank you both."
smiled fully. "Anything for you and Catherine."
came into the chamber. "Vincent."
looked to Mouse. "What is it Mouse?"
handed him a small bag. "Mouse kept for time like this. Mouse want
to give to Vincent for Vincent and Catherine's special day."
accepted the velvet pouch and as Mouse left the chamber with a flash
of a smile Vincent watched as Jamie soon was on his heels.
watched with him. "I feel that Mouse and Jamie have grown close."
tilted his head towards Mary. "It is good for them both. Loneliness
is the most horrid feeling.." He opened the pouch and found two
silver rings that were carved into Celtic braid designs.
smiled. "Mouse has been working on those so long. He hoped one
day that you and Catherine would wed and that you would use those bands
he toiled so long to create for you and her."
looked at Mary. "Everyone has done so much for us. I feel a immense
debt to you all."
patted his shoulder. "We all love you and Catherine. Never have
two people deserved to have a day as you two do. We just want everything
to be magical."
smiled to her as she slipped the bands into the pouch. "Every moment
with her is magical."
day seemed to pass as he helped with what needed to be done in the tunnels.
But his thoughts kept returning to Catherine and what was to be.
went to Linda's seamstress shop to have one last fitting in her gown.
As Linda helped her dress in the gown she had to admire her own handiwork.
"Never would I have thought that a gown like this would be made
by my own hands."
looked at herself in the full view mirrors and could not help but glow
with such warmth and happiness. "Oh you have done such a excellent
looked up at the bodice and saw how snuggly it fit. "That bodice
is a little tight."
looked at how it fit her and remembered reading of the dresses worn
by Queen Elizabeth and of Maid Marian in the Robin Hood folk tales.
She let her fingers trace around her collarbone thinking of how the
dress would look with the necklace that Mouse had found. A smile of
total contentment played across her lips. "It is perfect."
Catherine left Linda's shop she walked over to Bath and Body shop to
buy Vincent's favorite scent that she wore from time to time. That day
she went home and lit some candles all around and put some relaxing
music on. As the first strings of Beethoven's Romance for Violin No.
2 in F major began to play she sank lower into her plush couch with
the book that Vincent gave her only days ago to read, '300 days'. She
smiled thinking of that night meeting with Brigit O'Donnell only the
year before. She continued reading the work that Vincent enjoyed so.
passed by Vincent's chamber and saw that a candle was still lit. He
went to the doorway and cleared his throat to be greeted by Vincent's
gaze. "What brings you to my door, Pascal?"
knew that he was thinking of going to visit Catherine. "I thought
you might be awake."
shook his head and replied to his friend. "Sleep eludes me tonight."
moved closer into the chamber and looked to the chessboard and looked
at the game Vincent had been trying to play against himself. "Do
you mind if we play a round?"
extended his hand out in welcome to his old friend. "It gets tiresome
and Vincent set the pieces of the chessboard in place. "You know,
you are very lucky, Vincent."
looked across the chessboard at Pascal steepling his long strong fingers.
"Why do you say that?"
elaborated, "Look at our lives, by upper world standers we live
like paupers, but we have the wealth of friendship, the warmth of happiness
and we want for nothing. And you are like a prince with this glorious
love that you have with Catherine."
tilted his head to his friend. "I totally agree with you, Pascal."
Pascal lifted his pawn to move to began the game, he stated to Vincent.
"You know they say that absence makes the heart grow stronger."
watched Pascal's move carefully. He had learned to never underestimate
his dear friend in chess. "That it does." Pascal watched as
Vincent rubbed his furred fingers against each other in preparation
to take a piece and move it on the board. Then his voice, clearly disturbed,
conveyed his inner feelings. "But it also can make a man mad."
As Vincent moved his pawn he stated to Pascal. "I hear they are
to have a mock wedding at this festival."
gave him a half smile as he watched as Vincent unwittingly made his
usual first move. "That is what I hear on the pipes."
inquired to Pascal. "Are there others coming to the festival?"
few." Pascal answered and pondered his next move. "Jamie and
Mouse are going."
too smiled with him. "They are quite taken with each other."
nodded his head yes. "I am starting to notice that."
looked up from his pawn with only his eyes. "Maybe Father."
Vincent was on the edge of his seat. "Father? He is thinking of
coming above? But why?"
made his move with a knowing only he knew. "You will see tomorrow
night." He stood up and patted Vincent's strong shoulder. "It
is getting late, you should try and sleep."
said with a tinge of laughter in his voice. "How can I tonight
of all nights sleep?"
Pascal shrugged his shoulders. "You do not want to get tired for
your big night with Catherine." And as Pascal moved to leave, "That,
and Catherine made all of us promise that we would see to it that you
would not visit her tonight. She wants to surprise you tomorrow afternoon
when you come to get her."
was astonished at Pascal's words. "It is that important to her?"
bowed his head. "Yes, it is very important to her."
with that Pascal left Vincent alone in his chamber.
night's sleep took so long in coming to the two lovers. Both in their
own respective beds, but their minds linked as if they were one soul,
one spirit but could not be together.
morning of All Hallows Eve Catherine woke up in her bed to brilliant
sunshine. She got up slowly and greeted her day. She took her time with
what had to be done, busying herself till it was time to get ready for
her evening, her evening with Vincent.
she began to take her hair down out of the hot rollers she saw that
it was going to give the desired effect she was looking for. A halo
of curls framed her face as she brushed them to just as she wanted them.
She put on her necklace and looked at herself in the full view mirror.
She then looked to her bed and saw her mask that she was to carry with
her. The gown worked wonders on her figure. More so now that she had
gotten it home and was able to be fully made up. That is when she heard
the chimes of the doorbell at her door. Her heart beat a little faster
in her chest, she wondered now who could it be? Surely it was
not Joe. She had made a point to let him know that there was no possible
way that she could make it today of all days into work. She then walked
to the door and asked to the panelled wood. "Who is it?"
is when Vincent answered her with his sultry voice. "An avid admirer
heart was aflight with this sudden rush that he had just given her.
Was it him? Was he early or had she lost track of time?
slowly opened the door, standing there before her was Vincent. She was
so shocked to see him standing there at her front doorway in plain sight
of the whole world. He was REALLY there before her. Vincent handed
her a single white rose. Oh, and how dashing he looked in his fitted
black pants, with his high boots, ruffled poet's shirt and cape. Catherine,
momentarily in awe of his regal stature, was brought out of it as he
leaned over and kissed her lips. So soft, so sweet was the kiss it made
her want to weep. As he pulled away he spoke. "I thought that it
might be appropriate for me to come to your door."
blinked, "I am so glad you did." She took his arm and ushered
him into her home.
gazed at her as she turned to see her now in the apartment. "You
went over to retrieve her veil and mask. "Well, that was the look
I was hoping to achieve."
her slowly to him Vincent helped her place her veil of silk organza
on properly. "You have achieved it beyond your wildest dreams."
The scent of her tantalized his nostrils. "Rosewater, you wore
touched his arm and replied as she kissed his lips ever so gently. "Of
course." She moved a step away and broke off the long stem to the
rose and placed the blossom in her cleavage.
eyes focused on that bud as it was positioned in such an ample and delicate
area. With a cough he held his hand out to her. "I had thought
you might wear it in your hair, but
plucked the rose out from her bodice and started to place it behind
one ear. Vincent took it from her fingertips. "No, it looked splendid
where you had it before." He made sure there were no thorns to
hurt her and then slid it back nestled in her cleavage. They stood there
for the moment both wanting more but neither wanting to spoil the nights
plans. Vincent moved, extending his arm out to her. "Shall we be
off?" Catherine smiled and took his arm and they left her apartment.
moments, these stolen moments they each savored, letting each sensation
linger. The scent of the rich autumn air as they walked along the way
to Central Park. Catherine never stood so proud in her life as she did
at this moment. She looked at him walking with her in the last rays
of autumn sunlight and she was in such astonished joy seeing how it
made him almost glow, radiating such a warmth of happiness. As they
entered the festival they both saw several people they knew, all was
light and gay as the day turned to evening.
jugglers juggled their objects, the musicians played their music and
the two lovers were as if they were in their own world, drunk on the
wine of love that they dared to drink freely this night of nights.
Vincent took the two pewter goblets of warm wassail from the vendor
and walked over to the place where Catherine sat under the great oak
tree on his cape. She looked so lovely there as the firelight cast its
light all around. He handed her the goblet and then was seated with
breathed deeply the rich scent of the fruity mixture. Vincent let his
finger go around the goblet once then twice. And as he gazed at Catherine
at last, he spoke.
do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as man strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With my lost saints, --I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, and of all my life! -And, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
voice so moving, so compelling, touched Catherine as if she had never
know such movement of the soul. She placed her goblet down on the ground.
"Sonnet 153-Sonnets from the Portguese. By Elizabeth Barrett Browning."
She whispered into his mane of hair as she hugged him. "It was
beautiful, thank you." As she pulled away from him their eyes met,
locked on each other, all time was lost to them as they sat there together.
The world could be falling apart and they would have not minded at all.
and Jamie as well as the others they knew headed the crowd that grew
Just as Vincent was to kiss Catherine's lips in a true lover's kiss
the joyous cries of the crowd stole the moment. They both looked around
to see that the crowd encircled them. Soon Vincent watched as they crowned
Catherine with a crown of fall flowers. And as he watched as they settled
the flowers on her head a man dressed as a monk came up to the two of
them and began to say in Latin the marriage ritual that the Druids had
centuries ago. When Vincent realized all too soon what was happening,
it was time for them to exchange their vows. And they did so willingly.
To his surprise Father walked up with his cane, handing the pouch that
Mouse had given him just the day before to the monk, and the monk then
blessed the rings praying over them, at last holding the Bible out to
Vincent and he took the ring for Catherine.
ring, I give to you as a symbol of my never ending love for you."
He slid the band onto the long, supple third finger of her left hand.
now moved to tears, touched his face as he kissed her palm. Now she
lifted the band that was to be his and mirrored his words to him. "This
ring, I give to you as a symbol of my never-ending love for you."
Vincent looked to only her as the monk pronounced them wed. As they
kissed before the congregation the crowd showered them with flower petals
as they were soon swept in a sea of music, and never had they danced
so in their lives, both of their hearts so light and carefree this night
of nights. As the end of the evening loomed Vincent walked her to her
door and as she opened it with her key she looked at him. No words had
to be said as he lifted her over with such ease and carried her over
the threshold of her home. As he laid her at last upon her bed she looked
up at him and whispered. "This night of all nights."
smiled and at last found his voice. "Yes, it does hold a special
magic for us." He held her close, slowly kissing her lips. They
lay there at last watching each other just breath, basking in the moment.
Catherine was the first to close her eyes to sleep's siren's song. As
Vincent stood up at last he kissed her brow and whispered light upon
her skin. "One day we will wed and it will be for more than just
for a night. It will be forever."
yours, Ever mine - Forever" Quote
from Ludwig Van Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved
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