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Pendants of Aeternitas: An Epilogue
by BobH
(c) 2012
Note: My thanks to Zapper for allowing me to write this coda to his tale.
For anyone reading this who hasn't read his story - and though I don't
know why you wouldn't, I'm sure there'll be a few of you who haven't-
what you need to know is that Mark Thompson believes he has stopped a
body thief from stealing his wife Susan's body.
He is wrong.
What Mark doesn't know is that the thief not only stole his wife's body
but also swapped enough important memories with Susan to be able to
convincingly pass as her - along with mannerisms, skills, and their very
sexualities. And so, picking up where Zapper left off...
********************
When I got back from the errands Susan had insisted I run while she was
out, I expected to find her waiting for me, but the house seemed to be
empty.
"Susan?" I called out, tentatively.
"I'm in the bedroom," came the reply.
Smiling wryly, I climbed the stairs, sure I'd find my wife contemplating
her reflection again. After the events of yesterday I found her sitting
at her vanity table studying her perfect features with a big smile on her
face, and later pirouetting joyously in front of the full-length mirror,
admiring her hot young body from every angle. Which was totally
understandable. Nothing makes you appreciate something more than almost
losing it.
As it happens Susan wasn't at her vanity. I saw her when I got to the top
of the stairs, leaning back against the bedroom doorframe and striking a
provocative pose, blue eyes framed by her long false lashes, painted lips
pouting suggestively. She looked stunning in her negligee, six inch
heels, corset and seamed silk stockings, long blonde hair framing her
gorgeous face.
I let out an audible gasp at the sight of her and she laughed, delighted
by my reaction.
Not every woman could walk in heels like that, but Susan did so with
effortless grace as she closed the small distance between us and slid her
arms around my neck.
"So that's why you had me stay out so long," I chuckled.
"Every girl want's to look her best for her man," she purred, "but that
takes time."
"I've got a present for you," I said, giving her a small jewellery box.
She opened it, and smiled when she saw what it contained.
"Oh Mark, it's lovely," she said, lifting the gold necklace out of the
box.
"Here, turn around and I'll put it on you."
She did as I suggested, lifting her hair clear so that I could fasten the
clasp at the rear. She then went to the wall mirror to admire it.
And frowned.
"What is it, darling? What's wrong?"
"My reflection," said Susan, reaching out and touching it. "If not for
you it would be William Powell's face I see in the mirror, the face of an
old man. When I think how close I came to losing this body...."
She gave a little shudder.
My gift had been intended to take her mind off her ordeal. It had had the
opposite effect.
"You shouldn't think about what could've happened," I said, sliding a
reassuring arm around her waist, "only what did. Mind you, I still find
it hard to believe. I mean, magic pendants? Who'd have thought things
like that really existed?"
"I certainly didn't," said Susan, "not until I found myself in another
body for the first time."
"That evil bastard!" I said, feeling my anger at him well up again, "when
I think of what he put you through I could kill him."
"Which is why I wouldn't let you come to Lake View nursing home with me."
"Probably the wise thing to do," I grudgingly admitted. "When Jill told
us he'd given you power of attorney, making you his legal guardian if he
became incapacitated, I couldn't believe it at first. But when she also
mentioned he'd made a new will a few days ago it was obvious why."
"So you really think he's left me everything in his will?"
"It makes sense. He expected to *be* you so he was leaving it all to
himself. Fortunately, it's backfired on him. Did you have him committed?"
"Yes. They're keeping him sedated for now, which is probably for the
best. Everyone at Lake View thinks he's delusional."
"He is. I don't know where he got those pendants, but despite giving in
to the temptation to turn the clock back fifty-five years, how could he
have thought that stealing your body was enough, that he could fool me
into thinking he was you? He dressed mannishly, couldn't walk in heels,
didn't know how to put on make-up, and flinched whenever I touched him.
He was hopeless as you."
I shook my head, yet the truth was that if I hadn't found out about the
body-swapping I would never have suspected such a thing. How could I? I'd
have put Susan's extreme personality change down to some sort of
breakdown, which was probably his plan all along. First alienate me, then
divorce me. It made sense, I suppose.
Susan turned to face me.
"I was afraid I hadn't convinced you, that you didn't believe me about
the body-swapping. I can't tell you how relieved I was to open my eyes
and find myself taped to that chair."
"Not as relieved as me," I said. "When the time was up and I freed you, I
was terrified something might have gone wrong, that it was still him in
there. Then you stretched and smiled at me, and with every feminine
gesture and movement I could tell it was you. When I thought about how
close I'd come to losing you, I..."
"That was the first time I'd ever seen you cry."
"The relief I felt was just so overwhelming," I replied.
"You saved my life, y'know," she said. "If you hadn't done what you did
I'd be an eighty-two year old man with a weak heart who, realistically,
can't have much longer to live."
She laid a slender hand on my cheek then leaned in and gently kissed me
on the lips. When she pulled back, her eyes, her amazing blue eyes, were
brimming with tears.
"Instead, thanks to you. I'm young, I'm beautiful, and I have a long life
ahead of me. You're my hero."
"I only did what any husband would have," I said. "You're my wife and
I'll always do whatever it takes to protect you and keep you safe."
"My gallant knight," she said, leaning in again, only this time she
slowly slid her hand down inside my pants. "You deserve a reward for
saving me and...oh my! It feels like you're ready to receive it."
"More than ready," I croaked, as she stroked my now fully-erect manhood,
a mischievous smile on her face.
Afterwards, as we lay in each others arms, gazing into each others eyes,
I realized something.
"I think William Powell might have done us a favor," I said.
"How so?" said Susan, looking puzzled.
"Because we'd started to take each other for granted, been gradually
getting less attentive to the other's needs as time went on. Yes, our
careers take a lot of our time and energy, but that's still no excuse.
Almost losing you has been a wake-up call. From now on making you happy
is my first priority."
"You do make me happy," said Susan, sliding her hand down to my penis,
"very happy."
I gave her hand a playful slap.
"I don't just mean sex - although that has been phenomenal lately - I
mean everything."
"Lying here in your arms like this, I can honestly say I don't remember
ever feeling happier in my life than I do at this moment."
"I'm glad, my darling, and determined to keep you that way. Do you
remember the night I proposed to you?" I said, as I stroked her hair.
"How could I forget it?" she replied, fingering the ring she still wore
next to her wedding band and smiling at the memory. "You got down on one
knee in the middle of Chez Martinique. The other diners cheered when I
said 'yes'."
"When we got married we were young and ambitious and we decided our
careers came first. So we put off taking our honeymoon until we were
better established professionally. Somehow we never did get round to
having that honeymoon, and I think it's past time we did."
"What are you saying, Mark?"
"I'm saying that I'd started to take you for granted, that it took almost
losing you to realise just how precious you are to me. I'm saying I want
to sail off on a cruise with you as soon as we can arrange it, and I'm
saying I want to make love to you in as many different countries as I
can."
"Oooh, I like the sound of that! Yes, let's do it!"
*
The cruise was glorious, three weeks of sun, sea, and sex that brought us
closer together as a couple than ever before. I took lots of photos but
you would be hard-pressed to identify the places we visited by looking at
them since most were of Susan in a variety of bathing costumes, including
some tiny bikinis. She looked stunning in all of them. My fondest memory
is of a romantic stroll along a beach at midnight, just the two of us
walking hand-in-hand, then turning and kissing under the full moon as the
surf washed gently over our feet. It was one of those totally magical
moments you know is going to stay with you forever.
Later, back in our cabin, Susan cupped my face in her hands and said:
"I've only ever been with one man, but I'm so glad it's you. It's better
than winning the lottery. I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the
world."
When we returned home after the cruise we were greeted by the news that
William Powell had died in his sleep two days earlier. And good riddance,
too! Susan insisted we attend the funeral so we did, much against my
better judgment. He had outlived everyone he had known, so we were the
only mourners. He was buried next to his wife, Matilda. Susan placed a
wreath on his grave, and said:
"You tried to keep me from Mark and from living this life, but I forgive
you."
I was not so forgiving but that was typical of Susan, as beautiful inside
as she is outside.
At the reading of the will a few days later we learned that Powell had
left everything to Susan, as I predicted. This meant we had gone from
being well-off to seriously wealthy in an instant. It was a very odd
feeling. Nice, but very odd. This included his house, which was next door
to ours but much larger. Given the bad memories she had of the place I
expected Susan to want to sell it but she surprised me by suggesting we
move into it. I was dubious at first, but it was a fine old house with a
lot more space than ours so she soon won me round. It also didn't hurt
that all that room made it the perfect house in which to raise a family.
Given how she was with our friend Kristi's new baby, I was surprised to
find Susan a bit lukewarm on the subject of children. She said she'd
never really imagined herself being a mother and she needed time to come
to terms with the idea. I think I'm slowly talking her around, but I
guess we'll see.
Both personally and professionally, our lives kept getting better and
better as time went on. After a while we rarely mentioned William Powell
anymore, or even thought about him very often, and the whole affair began
to take on something of the quality of a bad dream. However, one night
six months after moving house, as we lay in bed together basking in a
wonderful post-coital afterglow, something occurred to me.
"Do you remember that time you called me your gallant knight?" I said.
"Yes, why?"
"Because it just struck me that what we experienced was like a fairy
tale. The beautiful princess captured by an evil wizard who wants to do
something unspeakably wicked to her, only for the gallant knight to
rescue the princess in the nick of time. And then they live happily ever
after."
"Do you think we will?" said Susan. "Live happily ever after, I mean?"
"Yes, my darling, I really do."
And we did.
*
THE END
******************
Notes:
I suppose the first question you'll ask me is "Why?". What was it about
Zapper's tale that made the prospect of writing an epilogue to it so
appealing? Well, a while back I wrote a story titled 'The Landlady'. Like
'Pendants of Aeternitas' it's a horror story. However, while it may be a
horror story for the protagonist it's not one for the person who steals
his body and his identity. For them it's a tale of joy. This idea of the
same events having such different meanings depending on where you looked
at them from fascinated me, so I recast the tale from the other person's
pov - not entirely successfully - and posted it here as 'The Tenant'.
When I finished Zapper's tale, and thought about how relieved Mark
Thompson would be feeling, believing as he did that he'd saved his wife,
I realised how joyous an epilogue written from his pov would look. Of
course, we know what really happened, so we'd read Susan's words entirely
differently to how he would be hearing them. That sort of 'double
perception' was too intriguing for me *not* to want to play with it,
hence this short piece. And as for Susan living happily ever after with
Mark - when she'd gotten what she wanted, why wouldn't she? I figure
Susan Thompson's life went on much as it would always have done, the only
difference being the original Susan is gone and she's the one now living
that life. I don't see her wanting to change that.
Whenever anyone on FM writes a story in which innocence is punished and
evil lives happily ever after, it always provokes outraged comments. Some
people seem to take it almost as a personal affront. I've never
understood this. These are stories not real life, where such outrage is
justified - and, indeed, shared by me. I'd personally find a fictional
landscape in which good always triumphs deeply boring. I like to be
surprised. I like there to be the genuine possibility that the good guys
might fail or even die. That's why I loved the TV show 'Spooks'. When a
character on that show was in danger they were really in danger. They
might be the leading man, but that didn't mean they were going to survive
to the end of the episode. In ten seasons they got through a lot of
leading men.
I've written stories that are sweet and sentimental (my 'Claire Kent'
trilogy), stories in which evil gets it's just desserts ('The
Awakening'), and stories in which evil triumphs ('The Landlady'). The
last is just as valid as the others, IMO, and I'll always choose the
ending I feel best fits the story I'm writing. I happen to think that's
better for the reader, too because it means that while you're reading you
genuinely don't know what the outcome is going to be.
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