Old City Cemetery marks an ending of sorts. Its not just the oldest cemetery in the city with its winding paths, pleasant trees, and picaresque ranks of headstones and little mausolea; for the Kindred it marks the southern edge of downtown. Downtown and the rack. True, the rack technically ended a few streets further north, but the rack was always the demesne of the favoured and who knew how they set the boundaries in their own minds? The cemetery was a safe space - safe to hunt, safe to while away the dark hours in contemplation, if that was your thing.
Light frames the cemetery but doesn't penetrate it. The old cemetery closes at night and the tree lined lanes within are not lit. By day it is a peaceful zone of quiet, lifted and separate from the normal rush of the city; by night it is a sea of shadow wrapped in cloying darkness. The tombs are themselves rendered ghostly sentinels; physical teeth of the netherworld protruding into this liminal space.
Thats why the three figures stand out. Three figures in a line, forming a stately procession, as they penetrate the mysteries of the midnight cemetery. Two carry flashlights. The middle figure, head bowed, does not. The third figure, flash light in hand and bringing up the rear of the party, has a backpack: secured to it is an oblong object roughly the size of his leg, wrapped in dark cloth.
They have not spoken since they left their car, parked on the street.
And for those that are interested, a little plot.
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