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#1: The Many and Varied Deaths of Hilda Annersley... updated! Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 2:59 pm
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I have been persuaded that I need to repost the beginning of this thread as the other one got eaten before it could eb archived. If you had posted a death please do so again...

With apologies to Lesley... Embarassed

As was her custom Hilda Annersley woke early. It was long before the rising bell and dressing rapidly she opened her curtains to reveal a beautiful morning. One of those mornings when God’s creation is revealed in all it’s glory and it looks as though the world has been freshly laundered. The sun was shining in a bright blue sky, there were a few clouds but they were high and white, in no way threatening. There was snow on the mountain tops but it was not yet late enough in the year to be cold here on the Platz and the sun was already warming the air outside. The sound of bird song came through the open window and the smell of autumn was in the air.

Looking at her watch Hilda calculated that there was more than enough time for a walk before tackling the first of her correspondence before breakfast. She made her way down the stairs and after collecting a coat slipped from the building via the French windows in her study. Hilda wandered slowly along the Platz revelling in the joy of being abroad so early in the day and enjoying the sunshine. She also basked in the momentary freedom from the cares and responsibilities of her post. Much as she enjoyed her job and looking after the girls in her care there were occasions on which it could be wearing.

As she walked on Hilda became absorbed in her thoughts, she could help but think of her neglected correspondence she barely had time to write a personal letter these days, Rosalie was overworked and they really must think of getting some help for her. So deeply engaged in her thought was Hilda that she wandered aimlessly paying little attention to where she was going. Ordinarily this would not have been a problem, after all Hilda knew the Gornetz Platz like the back of her hand however this was not an ordinary day. Hilda failed to notice that the landscape of the Platz had changed rather dramatically overnight and the first she realised was as she stepped forward into a void and found herself falling and falling and falling and gathering speed in her descent. She had time to realise that she had somehow walked over what seemed to be a remarkably well constructed cliff and it seemed to go on for a long way! This also gave her time to recognise that there was writing on the cliff face…TM Lesley Anne Green and Starting soon the famed Lesley Anne Green School of Cliffs! Hilda realised with a flash of insight what had happened. Those dratted CBBers couldn’t they even leave the Platz alone now.
The last noise that could be heard was the sound of Hilda cursing someone remarkable comprehensively and a dull thump. The trampolines that would usually be in place at the foot of a Lesley cliff had been removed for their nightly service and it was still so early they had yet to be returned.

#2: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 3:17 pm
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Drat! I wrotye directly into this, so don't have a copy. However, I can write something else, bunny allowing!

#3: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 3:18 pm
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Sorry about the lost death but would love to see anything new...

*feeds bunny*

#4: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 3:19 pm
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Have to let it brew a bit, something like making wine!!! Twisted Evil

#5: Author: pim, Location: Hemel Hempstead

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 4:55 pm
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Pat wrote:

Have to let it brew a bit, something like making wine!!! Twisted Evil

Oooh wine!

Anyway, thanks Smelly! I shall have to dig mine out from the depths of my compootle Wink

#6: Author: Katie, Location: Richmond

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 7:11 pm
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Ahh, my only ever drabble. It's very silly and I apologise for it.

There he was again. Hilda had noticed the pale, raven-haired man several times over the preceding weeks, always in the evenings after Abendessen, when she took her walk along the St Briavels cliffs, and only ever when she was alone. Tonight he was clutching a leather-bound notebook and a pencil, muttering under his breath and pausing every so often to note something down…

***

Spike paused in the shadows. There she was again, that bloody interfering teacher woman. Since she had inadvertently foiled his and Dru’s plan to end the world (you’d have thought they’d have managed to complete at least one apocalypse, wouldn’t you?) he had made it his mission to work out her weaknesses and then torture her with them. It had taken him a while – she had seemed almost perfect – but he finally had something he could use against her. He stepped out of the shadows, muttering some of William the Bloody Awful’s poetry…

***

The young man looked troubled and as Hilda neared him and began to catch snippets of what he was muttering she fully understood why. She knew eavesdropping was wrong - she had given enough naughty middles lectures on the subject - but that grammar! She found herself unable to ignore it any longer and sped up slightly, falling into step with the aspiring poet…

***

Spike grinned slyly. After the lecture he had heard her give to a schoolgirl one cloudy day when he had decided to venture out, he knew that she would never have been able to let his use of ‘can’ instead of ‘may’ pass without comment. Engaging Hilda in conversation he began to lead her away from her usual path and towards his lair…

***

With a start, Hilda became aware of her surroundings. It was unusual to catch the formidable Miss Annersley unawares but once her passions about English were raised she could lose herself in it for hours. Her companion had obviously become engrossed as well – surely a nice young man such as he would not have meant to lead her so far off the beaten track and into this dark cave. She turned to him intending to suggest they find the path again, but gasped in horror as her eyes met his face…

***

Spike grinned and put on his game face as they entered the cave. He would make this teacher pay for what she had done and then he would make her beg to be turned; having observed her closely he knew this would be the worst punishment possible for such a woman. He laughed as he saw the fear in her eyes and dragged her further into the cave. He had the perfect torture instruments hidden in there: volumes and volumes of William’s poetry that he had never got around to throwing away. God he was glad of that now, even if it did mean he had to read it all himself…

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Two nights later Hilda awoke with a start. She felt so strong; she could sense the earth and the air more than ever before. She was hungry, oh so hungry, and she knew exactly what she must do to satiate that hunger. She glanced around the cave and spied her Sire and a female vampire who appeared to be playing with a dead songbird and some battered china dolls. Hilda rose to her feet and signalled to her Sire that she was going out. He nodded and smiled (some would say leered) at her, before returning his attention to the other woman. Hilda left the cave, carefully noting its location, and turned in the direction of the school. She would teach those girls not to butcher her beloved subject. She would go down in history (not well-known history of course, but she’d get into the Watcher’s chronicles at least) as the saviour of the English language…

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Spike listened with half an ear to Dru’s insane chatter as he watched his newest recruit exit the cave to go on her first hunt. He knew exactly where she was heading. He smiled to himself as he remembered the moment he had sunk his fangs into her smooth neck. He always had liked strong-willed women and she had been one of the strongest he had ever broken. She had tasted like nectar to him and he could feel that she was going to be as formidable in the vampire world as she had been in the human one…

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Hilda strode into the school grounds. It was not yet 7 o’clock so even the juniors were still awake. Hilda spied a small brown-and-flame clad figure in the distance. A very recognisable small figure. The old Hilda had been far too indulgent with this particular pupil, but new and improved Hilda wouldn’t let her get away with anything ever again. Hilda called out to the small figure who then turned and trotted over. As she neared Hilda her eyes widened in horror. The last things Mary-Lou Trelawney ever saw were her Headmistress’ golden eyes and her sharp fangs as she lunged towards the exposed neck of her pupil.

#7: Author: Kat, Location: Abertawe

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 7:12 pm
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*giggling lots and lots*

Poor Hilda! Laughing

#8: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:18 pm
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Hilda Annersley stood up as the coach drew to a halt and turned to look at the rows of excited girls in front of her. Kathie Ferrars leapt out as soon as the door opened and ran to get the entrance tickets.
“Now remember to keep together girls. There are a lot of other visitors and we don’t want to lose any of you, “ Hilda said with a twinkle in her eye. “Miss Ferrars will be back in a few minutes with our tickets, and then I want you to file off the coach in an orderly fashion and march over to the gate.”
It was half term, and Hilda had decided that it was time she went on one of the school’s expeditions, and allowed someone else to have the weekend off. Upper Fourth had gone to Schaffhausen for the weekend, and their first trip was to see the famous Falls of Rhine. There had been plenty of rain in the last week or so, and the Falls were full. They could hear the roaring sound in the coach, almost drowning out the Head’s voice despite her ability to project it tot he back of any space she found herself in.
Kathie was back very quickly, and mindful of the Head’s watchful eyes, the girls did as they had been told, queuing up properly just by the entrance to the Falls. They had come to the Schloss side where the path drops down in a series of steps right beside the falling water, and in some places the platform extends over the falls themselves.
The girls behaved like little angels for once, and filed down the steps in an orderly line, leaving plenty of room for other people to ascend. Right at the bottom a platform jutted out over the Falls, the surface damp from the spray. Hilda moved out so that as many girls as possible could get onto the platform, and stood watching them as much as the Falls.
The girls had eyes for little else than the water as it thundered over the drop, splitting on other side of the rocks that reared up in the middle.
As the last girl turned to leave the platform Hilda moved forward to follow them up the steps. At that moment there came a series of shrieks, and a girl came flying down the steps and out onto the platform, closely followed by a couple of youths. She careered past Hilda and grabbed hold of the iron safety fence to stop herself from tumbling into the water. Hilda moved out of the way of the young men, but one of them moved too, and banged full into her, sending her reeling. He was built like a rugby player, and Hilda was very close to the railings. The force of the collision sent her crashing against them with such force that they gave way and sent her cartwheeling into the foaming water.
She didn’t try to fight the force of the current, just let it carry her to the bottom of the Falls, and out of the swirling eddies into calmer water. By that time she was only just conscious enough to try to move to the shore, and it was really the current that finally deposited her on the bank.
She opened her eyes to find a man bending over her.
“Are you OK?”
Hilda just coughed some water up.
“Did you come over the Falls? Good Heavens! You could have been killed!”
“Doctor?” Hilda managed to gasp.
“Doctor? Not me love! No doctor within miles! I don’t even know any First Aid!”
Hilda sighed, her eyes closed, and she knew no more.

The school mourned her passing, and raised the money for a statue in her memory, rightly considering that they had enough prizes dedicated to the memory of various people. Nancy Wilmot became Head, and the school continued.

#9: Author: Kat, Location: Abertawe

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:25 pm
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Mr. Green

Thank you Pat, for another excellent demise!

#10: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 11:56 pm
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Wonderful! Thank you all poor Hilda.

#11: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 9:47 am
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Poor Hilda. Thank you Katie and Pat excellent deaths!

#12: Author: pim, Location: Hemel Hempstead

Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:32 am
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Ahh, death, lovely death!

Harriet curled up on the sofa and closed her eyes tightly against the weary world that she had inhabited for the last eighteen years and settled into the familiar pattern her days took (um, yes, that would be sleep, sleep and a little more sleep). Stretching a paw lazily she tucked her head underneath her and began dreaming a pleasant dream about cod – cod as far as the eye could see in all directions. Then suddenly the crunch of a car on the gravel outside awoke her from her reverie before it had even begun. Harriet stared around her wildly feeling rather disgruntled but then fell off the sofa and headed to the back door in the vain hope of whoever had come calling giving her an extra feed that the humans wouldn’t know about. Upon seeing who was at the door Harriet gave a huge hiss that could have been heard in Buxton, if they’d been listening that is. There, in her kitchen, beside her territory of the kitchen table, in his cage was Lewie, her mortal enemy: The Kitten. Harriet’s enemies were always thought of in capital letters (The Dog, The Child, The Kitten) – her hierarchy of evil depended on who had visited the most recently.

Harriet hated Lewie with a passion known only to cats. For goodness sake, what right did this little ginger upstart have to come and invade her territory and try and make friends with her? She had survived eighteen years on this planet without making friends and she didn’t intend to begin changing the habits of a lifetime now, thank you very much. It was bad enough that Lewie came visiting and stayed for days on end but it was even worse that he was allowed Upstairs (a place Harriet always thought of in capitals as it was forbidden to her) and everybody loved him. Harriet bristled and hissed at Lewie; he thought he was so pretty just because he was ginger and had long hair, well she didn’t think so.

Pim clicked on the new e-mail message from her mother: Prepare to be living in a cartoon when you come home tomorrow it began. Pim frowned wondering if finally her parents had taken full leave of their senses and descended to Itchy and Scratchy style farce. Occasionally her mother would cheerfully joke about doing away with her father, Pim read on and sighed *le grand sigh of relief* to discover that it referred to the cats. She logged on to MSN with *le smirk* and for the next few hours was studiously employed in ignoring her dialectology essay as she related tales of the grand Harriet-Lewie rivalry.

Lewie didn’t understand why Harriet hated him so much – everybody else loved him after all, he was just so darned coot. He stood in the middle of the dining room and preened himself a little before spotting Harriet in deep sleep on the sofa. Lewie smiled to himself, he had already sat in her basket that morning but she hadn’t been around so it hadn’t been such a good plan.

Thump! Harriet’s pleasant dreams of life sans The Kitten, sans The Child and sans The Dog were broken. She looked up with her usual malevolent glower to see Lewie sitting beside her on the sofa grinning all over his face and looking exceptionally pleased with himself. Harriet, however, was not pleased with him and hissed for all she was worth, eventually falling off the sofa as she choked through an excess of hissing. She looked around indignantly as Lewie leapt off the sofa and then tried to commit the most hideous crime of all: he tried to sniff her bum!!!! With a wild yowl Harriet forgot her advanced years, and the fact that she had never chased another cat before in her life, and set off at full pelt after Lewie into what she thought was the kitchen. Something tells me, however, that funny things were afoot in Whaley Bridge (I mean funnier than usual).

Hilda Annersley looked up from the pile of correspondence she was talking with a grim vim as there was a sudden bang and two cats appeared on her study floor in some sort of stand off. Harriet was hissing for all she was worth at a small ginger kitten (who was rather purdy), who had given up on the fight by this stage and was sitting washing his bum.

“Goodness me,” said Hilda to no one in particular. “Harriet will you please stop that infernal hissing.” Hilda wondered how she knew the cat’s name but let that pass her by as the cat turned and gave her a malevolent glower. “That’s enough.”

Harriet continued to glower at Hilda, it wasn’t her fault she had only come with one facial expression. She turned and gave one final hiss at Lewie before settling down to sleep on Hilda’s study carpet. She gave a huge yawn, dislocating her jaw to manage it and in doing so created a huge vortex type thing which sucked Hilda in until she was no more.

There was a gentle tap at the door and Rosalie Dene entered the room.

“Hilda? Hilda?”

There was no sign of her Headmistress as Rosalie looked vaguely around the room wondering where she could have gone. Then she spotted the two cats in the middle of the floor – the doddery old black and white one fast asleep and dreaming of cod, the smaller ginger (and rather purdy) one randomly chasing his tail.

“Oh how coot!” exclaimed Rosalie, little guessing their role in her Headmistress’ unfortunate demise and downfall.

#13: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:05 am
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I'd forgotten how completely insane your death was pimmy! *laughing madly*

Thank you!

#14: Author: Ally, Location: John Bettany's Cabin!

Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:44 am
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*hisses at Harriet in greeting*

Thank you pimmy, twas so fine to read it again!

#15: Author: Georgia, Location: The Lair of Doom

Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:57 am
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Miss Annersley walked swiftly but gracefully along the corridor. The new school buildings at the Gornetz Platz were rather a rabbit warren of corridors, and she turned down one hoping it would take her on a short-cut to the sixth form room where she was due to give one of her much-loved literature lessons.

Her MA gown swirled around her as she turned a corner. It must be this way. She saw a small figure in the school uniform standing outside a door, scuffing her shoes against the corridor, the picture of a guilty pupil and paused.

It was the new pupil. She had come to the school that term with a reputation for wickedness, but this was the first sign anybody had seen of it.

“What are you doing here Georgia?” she asked.

Georgia muttered something that might have been “sent out of class”.

“Please do not mumble.” requested Miss Annersley. “Who sent you out of the classroom?”

Georgia muttered something else, and looked at the floor so Miss Annersley could not see the gleam in her eyes.

Miss Annersley looked at her watch. She had a few more minutes before she was due in the sixth form, and even if she was late the girls could be trusted to behave themselves. This situation obviously needed looking into now.

“Wait here” she instructed Georgia, and opening the door, entered the room.

One glance from those blue-grey eyes was all that was needed to see the classroom was empty. She turned to leave, intending to get a further explanation from Georgia, and saw the door close with an ominous clang.

She turned the handle and pulled, but to no avail. It appeared she was stuck. It was not the first time anyone had got locked in a room, however, and she knew release was just a matter of time.

“Georgia?” she called calmly, “Please go and fetch Gaudenz and tell him the door has stuck.”

It was strange how she could hear the muttering through the door, although she was still unable to make out the words. She called again “Georgia?”

The muttering stopped. She hoped that meant Georgia had departed to find Gaudenz and wandered around the room as she waited patiently. She stooped to pick up a pen and place it on a desk, and walked on. Turning she caught sight of the blackboard, covered in chalk squiggles. She picked up the board wiper and swiped it across, cleaning the board with economical strokes before replacing the wiper. Then, there being nothing else to do in the room she settled herself in the chair behind the mistress’s desk.

There was a creaking sound, and she got up in alarm, looking at the chair. Was it damaged in some way? The creaking continued, and she realised it wasn’t coming from the chair. She looked around to identify the source of the sound then realised, to her horror, that the ceiling was descending.

Not only that, but large spikes were now protruding from it.

Miss Annersley hurried to the door and tried desperately to open it, calling for help, but it was as immovable as before. She hurried back to the mistress’s desk, it appeared the chair had triggered the mechanism, so she sat again, got up, tried tilting it, everything she could think of, but it was immovable and the ceiling was still descending relentlessly.

Still calling for help, she left the little dias, dodging one of the longer spikes as she did so. she grabbed desks and hurriedly stacked them, hoping they would stop the remorseless descent, but the stack splintered like matchwood and the spike-covered ceiling continued to come closer. By now, she was crouching on the floor near the door, there was a small gap underneath, allowing a shadow to come through which must mean somebody was outside. She banged on the door, calling for help, but there was no response.

Then, above the grinding of the ceiling and smashing of desks as the spikes bore down on them she heard a sound. A cackle of gleeful laughter.

It was the last sound she heard.

#16: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 2:25 pm
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Tsk, tsk norty Georgia!

#17: Author: Ally, Location: John Bettany's Cabin!

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 8:29 pm
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Hades was bored. Very bored. And when a bunny like Hades was bored, anything might happen!!!

He had spent most of the morning trying to remove his purple hat, but to no avail. Both Pimmy and Georgia, first with cotton, then with glue, had sealed it firmly to his head. It was rather annoying, as it quite frankly it made him look very silly.

Where was everyone!! At the weekend it had been such fun. A holiday, and lots of people whispering things into his purple ears. Really hexciting and fun things!! The memory of just what they had been saying, frequently and quite honestly rather repetitively (he wasn’t a stupid bunny after all) came back to him, and his ickle face lit up with a grin, which those in the know knew meant HELP!

With a deep sigh he got up and began to wander around the room. This took some time as he was only little, and struggled to climb up some of the higher objects, like chest of drawers, without anyone to help. However, he knew his destination. Georgia’s cosmetic bag. The very place for deadly weapons!

Hades spent a busy few minutes rummaging through the bag, picking up items and discarding many which just weren’t scary enough on a growing heap behind him. Through all this he could be heard to mutter occasionally…

‘Ooh super strength acidic face wash, fun!’ But no not now he thought, but something to remember! ‘Cotton wool!’ He wondered why Georgia has something so fluffy and giggled another secret revealed. ‘Eyelash curlers’. Well they looked fabulous but really they weren’t pointy enough.

The he saw exactly what he wanted. Georgia’s very sharp, very strong nail scissors!! Ooh and there was some nail varnish remover, just in case, you never did know…..

Venturing out of the room, fully equipped, Hades wasn’t in the least bit surprised to find himself among mountains, and very close to a station bearing the sign Gornëtz Platz. Then, suddenly drifting on the breeze came a delightful fragrance. Mmmmm his target did smell nice.

Following his purple bunny nose, Hades soon found himself at the gates of a large institution. With one bounce he was over the gate and frolicking over the smooth luscious turf, until he reached the building. By dint of some clever bunny luck he realised he had found the French doors he was after, and then cunningly hiding the scissors he proceeded to act the cootest and luffliest he ever done in his life.

Inside the room, Hilda was rather occupied in answering letters to prospective parents, and she wearily glanced up for a moment to gaze at the view, bathed in afternoon sunlight. Then she noticed the strangest thing; a purple little bunny hopping and skipping by her door. He did look rather coot. So Hilda, grateful for the distraction, went to investigate.
Spying the appearance of his victim, he began to act very tame, allowing Hilda to draw close, then cautious pick him up.
‘Oh what a dear bunny you are!’ she exclaimed. ‘But so small, you must be very hungry.’ And with that she turned back indoors, bringing Hades with her.

Hades, never one to waste an opportunity, saw it and took it, and removing the scissors from his hiding place he began to attack.

‘Ow that did rather sting, you norty bunny!!!’ Hilda exclaimed rather crossly, reaching out to take the scissors. Hades was having none of that and held on with all his bunny strength.

‘Now here bunny, you have to learn how to behave, do you hear me.’ And Hilda turned one of her famous looks on him.

Hades giggled. Was that all she had. The famous Hilda Annersley, a look!!! He was so used to Georgia’s own glares that in truth he had become rather immune, and of course meeting Ally and her glowers had helped.

The giggles momentarily disconcerted Hilda, and with that Hades turned back to the scissors and tried once more. This time with rather more success.

(ps, Hades in Georgia's very evil bunny, oh and is purple)

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