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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 10:32:19 GMT 10
Lorel James
"No Lorel... I could've done so much more... but I could've stayed with her and her patron at the cafe... made sure he did all he was supposed to but I left... because I wanted to see you..." he lamented, the guilt of what had happened obviously still eating him up. She wished desperately that there was something that she could to to make him realize that what had happened to Cara was not his fault. "You left her in trustworthy hands...that was all you could do. You didn't have money enough to get her to the hospital, let alone pay the bills...you needed help and her patron was the most logical option," she reasoned. "And please explain how it was your fault she was out in the cemetary in the first place...which is what ultimately caused this. It was too late by the time you found her and you did what little you could. That's all that could have been asked of you.
She gently held him, rocking back and forth lightly in an attempt to sooth him somewhat. She knew this was a difficult blow for him to take and there was only so much she could do to ease the pain though she wanted nothing more than to take it on for him....spare him this grief and deal with it on her own. Once more her mind wandered back to the kiss she'd walked in on and she sighed softly, not knowing what to think any more. "The kiss met nothing Lorel...In any other circumstance I would've denied her but I... she winced as he brought it up. "We don't need to talk about it right now..." she said in an emotionless voice. "It doesn't matter. What happened, happened..." She couldn't even meet his eyes...
"I can understand if you hate me right now... I hate myself too..." he said. She blinked for a moment and her hand suddenly connected with his cheek as she slapped him...not hard, but definately firm. "How dare you say that..." she said in a trembling voice. "How dare you think for even one solitary second that I would ever hate you. Eric, I love you with my whole heart and soul and nothing is ever going to change that. You could go and kiss a hundred other girls and I would still be here waiting for you to come back to me...because I love you more than you could possibly know...don't you realize that?" She pressed her lips to his in a deep and tender kiss, forgetting everything else for a moment before pulling back and looking deeply into his eyes, wondering how he would respond.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 10:32:56 GMT 10
Eric Pederson
Never had he been plagued with so much guilt. Except for the night Lizzy had died. Her words rang in his head now... as clear as they had then. "Please Eric... I have my voice lessons later... this is the only time I can do it... she'd reasoned with him and he'd brushed it off, telling her to go with Maggie. Later he would learn that Maggie had told her she would meet up with her later and to go on ahead... he wondered if she felt just as guilty as he had. Eric's body no longer trembled with sobs but he felt as if he wieghed of stone, there was no way he woudl be moving from this spot any time soon.
"You left her in trustworthy hands...that was all you could do. You didn't have money enough to get her to the hospital, let alone pay the bills...you needed help and her patron was the most logical option," she reasoned and he listened to her but said nothing, he didn't feel up to argueing her point which if he weren't stricken with grief he might actually agree with. "And please explain how it was your fault she was out in the cemetary in the first place...which is what ultimately caused this. It was too late by the time you found her and you did what little you could. That's all that could have been asked of you." Eric felt a dry sob escape his lip as he simpy buried his face agaisnt Lorel's chest... he felt as if he'd failed... and his failure had resulted in dire consequences... and Cara had been the recipient of those consequences. "I wish it didn't hurt so much then..." he countered, shaking his head as he continued to hide hsi face against her.
He felt her begin to rock him back and forth and he rested his hands on her shoulders, clinging to her, not wanting to let her. "We don't need to talk about it right now..." she said in an emotionless voice she said in reply to his explanatino of why he'd kissed Cara. He lifted his head off her chest and gazed into her blue eyes that seemed to be in so much pain.. pain that he had caused. "It doesn't matter. What happened, happened..." she tried to say and Eric shook his hed. "It matters Lorel..." he breathed as he turned her face towards him and pressed his forehead against hers but no matter what he did she continued to avert his gaze from him and he pulled away slowly.
He told her he would understand if she hated him... it was obvious she had good reason to but she seemed to think differently for at that moment she slapped him. It wasn't enough to hurt him physically but it was enough to hurt him emotionally and his hand imediately rested on the cheek that now ached, not from the physical blow of her hand connect with his face... but the emotional bllow that the action itself had inflicted on him. He didn't think she woudl ever so much as raise her voice to him, let alone slap him and he bit his lips, trying to reason that he'd obviously said soemthing that she'd greatly disapproved of.
"How dare you say that..." she cried in a trembling voice and he felt a new pain overtake him as he realized how badly his words had hurt her, slowly he turned to meet her blue eyes that were just as pained as before... but in a different way. "How dare you think for even one solitary second that I would ever hate you. Eric, I love you with my whole heart and soul and nothing is ever going to change that. You could go and kiss a hundred other girls and I would still be here waiting for you to come back to me...because I love you more than you could possibly know...don't you realize that?" she asked and before he could anwer her lips were pressed against his in a tender kiss. At first he was to numb to do anything and just as his body began to respond she pulled away... leaving him to stare blankly into her blue eyes.
All was silent for a longest moment as he simply gazed at her, unable to think or say anything. Shocked by everything that had happened in the passed few moments. The slap, then what she'd said, and fianlly, her kiss. Gently he lifted his hand up to her face and stroked her cheek then ever so slowly he pressed hsi right cheek against hers, his hand holding her cheek against his as he whispered in her ear. "There will never be a reason for you to prove that Lorel.." he whispered, kissing her ear softly. "Ever..." and with those words his lips moved along her jaw, back and forth as he murmered over and over again. "I love you Lorel... more then life itself... more then anything and I'm sorry... I'm so sorry my love for hurting you..." he whispered before his lips connect with her once more and Eric could only hope that he was forgiven.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 10:33:31 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
Her heart beat was slow and weak the monitor only proved that little fact even with the mask on over her face she was still so very weak.
"Doctor I don't think we can wait again she need to do the operation now"
"Lizzy"
A small soft voice sounded in the room a tiny hint of whispered breath the name the only thing she would say. Over and over again on a contest loop which made the doctor and nurse both look at each other in question.
"Maybe you should go tell Eric that we have her back maybe he also knows who this Lizzy is"
With a nod the nurse walked out of the room finding Eric and Lorel.
"We saved her but now will be her biggest test she's also asking for a person named Lizzy?"
Back in the room they hooked Cara up to a whole new line of machine but there was a debate on whether to let her sleep or not.
"I don't think we can put her under we just have to tie her down and dale the pain."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:12:18 GMT 10
Evrard Ludovic-Marcellin
Evrard shut the door to his car, creating a dull echo in the quiet parking lot. The evening air slid icily across his face and hands as he ran across the lot. Thoughts of the phone call he had recieved twenty minutes ago replayed through his pulsing mind.
"Monsieur Ludovic-Marcellin?"
"Yes, I am him. Who is this?"
"I am a doctor at the Opera House Hospital. I am calling about a patient – Cara Andovea - that you admitted a few days ago."
Cara. He hesitated. "Yes. What about her?"
A pause on the other end of the line. "I am sorry, monsieur. She has just died."
He had been sitting in his living room when he had received the call. Not losing a moment, he had closed his cell phone, grabbed his car keys and rushed out of his apartment, and had not bothered to grab a jacket for the chilly Parisian evening. Cara. The information was still processing in his mind as he drove on the verge of speeding to the Opera House medical ward. No, Cara couldn't be dead. She was only sixteen. It wasn't her time... It was not her time…
Here he was now, running down the hall of the hospital ward, his mind in pieces. People looked at him curiously, but they did not matter. No, they mattered nothing… Cara! How could she have died? He made sure that she was in the care of the most proficient doctor in the ward. He looked left and right at the many doors in the hall, trying to remember which one of these damned rooms was her’s. Abruptly, he stopped before door 213 and immediately burst into the room. A large group of medical staff was crowded in the room, shouting orders at each other and hustling around the room. It was chaos. “Cara,” he called above the noise. “Cara?” A nurse turned toward him, alarmed and annoyed and tried to push him out of the room. “You are not allowed in here, monsieur. Please stay outside.” Evrard paid little attention to her. “I have to see Cara.” The woman, in turn, was equally adamant and succeeded in pushing him outside. “No, but I have to see her. Is she all right? Is she –” He could not bring himself to say the word “dead,” knowing full well he had heard the doctor clearly over the phone. What were they doing in there, then, if she was dead? Were they attempting to revive her? Evrard stayed in the hallway, not caring that he was in the way of people bustling through the busy walkway. Cara… no, mon petite precieux. It has not been long enough. What was it he felt at the moment? Was it… love for the young girl? No, he could not feel for her, could he? Loving was out of the question, even if it was a familiar sort of love, like that of a father for his child… No, no… no… He leaned against the wall opposite Cara’s room and buried his head in his cold hands. He almost did not notice the petite woman that approached him. Monsieur, a light voice intruded in his misery. Monsieur Ludovic-Marcellin? Are you related to Mademoiselle Andovea? He looked down at her somberly and shook his head. “But I am the closest family she ha- had.” He almost said “has.” The nurse smiled. He pressed his lips in anger. Was that in jest? “What are you playing at, woman?” He spat at her. The nurse frowned, but continued, Well, monsieur, mademoiselle Andovea is-” Evrard nearly grabbed the woman in his anguish. “Dead! I know she is dead! I received a call that she… had… died.” He calmed down a bit and stopped to keep from becoming more upset. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forhead gingerly. Oh, no, monsieur. She is alive. The doctors were successful in reviving her.
Evrard’s head shot up, a look of confusion on his pale face. Was this a joke? The doctors were successful in reviving her. “What? Cara is alive? I must see her!” He made for the door, but was quickly stopped by the nurse, who held him back. No, monsieur, not at the moment. No. The doctors are still at work and the young girl needs rest. Please wait in the waiting room. Should anything develop, we will be sure to tell you. The woman was being generically sincere, but Evrard did not care. Cara… was alive. For what seemed like an eternity, he felt he had lost something in his life, something that was highly significant in his life. Now, he was given back that which he had treasured. The feelings rushed through him faster than he could process them. The catharsis that ran through his veins almost caused him to collapse on the hospital floor. But he was a stronger man and therefore stood his ground and looked at the petite nurse. For a moment, he looked at the door, contemplating going inside anyway, but thought otherwise. No, if she needs her rest, she should rest. I will see her soon enough. He walked to the waiting room and remained standing. How could he sit? He walked back to the waiting room in a daze, unable to fully process what had happened. Not in the mood to sit still, he proceeded to pace the length of a few yards. The world was cruel, oh, so cruel, but it always found a way to make up for it.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:12:53 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
Hands and legs where tied down her head placed in a brace once again her eyes flickering over and over since she had woken up.
"Cara I want you to remain as still as you can" a nurse had told her.
Not a problem her whole body was as heavy as anything even keeping her eyes open like they pushed again was murder. But when she court a glimpses of the knife the doctor planned on using she couldn't help but panic.
"Easy Cara you won't fell a thing" the doctors voice came.
But still she panicked.
"Maybe we should get one of her friends maybe they can calm her down we can't go on like this."
And so one of the nurses left.
"Please is anyone still here for a Cara Andovea?"
Tear ran down Cara's face it wasn't so much the pain that would get to her but being awake and seeing everything.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:13:36 GMT 10
Evrard Ludovic-Marcellin
Evrard stopped his pacing and leaned his side against one of the sickenly white walls of the hospital. His hand was up to his forehead, rubbing it in his maddening anxiety. Cara... Oh, why did she run away? What was she doing in the Autumn cold? And in a cemetery? There were so many questions that he wanted answers to, but one stood out particularly from the rest: Will she live? From what he had been informed, she had already died, only to be revived. A mother would have fainted and gone delirious by now. He felt he was on that verge of delirium now. His breaths were long and slow in trying to cool himself down. The agony of waiting frustrated him.
"Please is anyone still here for a Cara Andovea?" Evrard's head shot up and he nearly leapt away from the wall. "Cara Andovea? Yes, I am here for her." He quickly affronted the nurse. "How is she?" The nurse looked uneasily at him, though it was apparent she tried to maintain calm professionalism. "She is having a panic attack. We feel that someone close to her needed to be with her." But Evrard was already on his way. After she had said "attack," he began for Cara's room. Upon seeing the familiar door, he burst into the room quickly scanning the doctors, nurses and medical equipment occupying the majority of the room. Then his eyes rested on the object of the chaos. "Cara!" he said tersely. The gap between them closed and he was soon beside her, bending down to accomadate her height on the generic hospital bed.
There were tears streaming down her face. "Cara, Cara!" He urged, gently wiping the tears away from her alarmingly pale face. "Please, Cara. Open your eyes." He then repeated his introduction from the cafe when he had found her. "C'est moi, c'est Evrard. Cara."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:14:15 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
"C'est moi, c'est Evrard. Cara."
Eyes so heavy slowly opened, head swimming as she slowly seemed to calm down.
"Edvard?" her voice softly whispered in pained tone. "wh... what are you doing here?'
"That's it, try to keep her talking and focused on you while I do this. We really can't wait any longer" the doctor told the room.
"M..M..My mother is dead I... I'm all alone" she spoke as if in a haze "I feel so strange. I...I can't keep my eyes open. I'm so sorry"
Her breath was running short, her breath slowing in it's rate.
Her eyes started to flicker, gasping as she breathed.
"Y..You where like a second father to me."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:15:53 GMT 10
Evrard Ludovic-Marcellin
There was so much tension, so much feeling, and anxiety in those few moments staring at those pained features, that Evrard felt ready to scream. So when the pale eyelids opened slowly, showing a pair of brown eyes, he felt lighter, unburdened by dread. But there was something in those two orbs that reinstilled that dread. They did not hold the familiar brightness usual to her youth, nor did they hold the vigor that so defined them. Evrard furrowed his brows. Was his shaken mind playing tricks on him? Were Cara's eyes truly a gray hue now? "Edvard?" She mumbled. He brushed aside the inaccuracy of his name, elated that she recognized him in her awful state. Her voice continued in what seemed like a horrendous effort. "wh... what are you doing here?'
He was a little agitated at the question, but it was soon replaced by sympathy. "Cara. Of course I'm here with you. I -" he thought of the call he had recieved that had set him in motion. "I recieved a call that you - that you had gone..." His voice was unsteady for the last few words. It stunned him to think that this moment might not have existed had she truly died. This moment seemed almost surreal. He took up Cara's hand, warmed by treatment, but still an unusual temperature.
"That's it, try to keep her talking and focused on you while I do this. We really can't wait any longer" Evrard glanced at the doctor who had spoken. "Cara, please, you need this treatment. You must cooperate." He made sure his grip was gentle, careful not to harm her in her fragile state. "M..M..My mother is dead I... I'm all alone I feel so strange. I...I can't keep my eyes open. I'm so sorry" He held up her hand and enveloped it in both his own hands. So her mother had died. His mind slowly processed the information and the answer came to him quickly. Her father had died some time ago, leaving her with only her mother. Now, with her mother gone, she had no one. The cemetery... "No, no, no. Sh," he urged quietly. "Quiet." But she refused to. Her chest rose and fell alarmingly, the beeping on the heart monitor rising gradually. Large gasps escaped her throat. "Y..You where like a second father to me." A second father... to me... What? A second father... to me... One breath in his rapid breathing was long and drawn out. He froze, stunned by her pained words. His breaths became shallow as Cara struggled for life. He took in a quick, but deep breath and held up her hand. "Cara, please. Séjour avec moi. Ne vous fanez pas. Les médecins vous aident." In his frantic state, he reverted to his native language. "Hâte ! Rien de Dieu il ! Maintenant !" He was standing now, shouting at the hospital personnel, but he kept holding her small quivering hand. The doctors scurried around the room, rushing to Cara's struggling side and preparing supplies and procedures. "Cara," he whispered, "Cara, Séjour, séjour...
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:16:55 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
Gasping breath, shacking body, her heart racing and then slowing her eyes tried to focus but seemed to refuse and all the while she couldn't help thinking that they'd be soon cutting into her head it was for this very reason that she had asked him what he was doing here hoping to get an answer about how she was truly doing.
"Cara. Of course I'm here with you. I -"
It seemed like such a shock to him though as if it was the silliest question he had ever heard.
"I recieved a call that you - that you had gone..."
His voice seemed to quiver just as much as her's did, his eyes full of something she couldn't quite read. Sadness, worry, concern maybe either way she stopped thinking about it when he gently took her hand in his a very gentle touch but one that pained her none the less. Everything hurt the smallest movement she made felt like a thousand needles going into her skin all at once.
It was as she was trying to force her eyes to remain open that she heard the doctors voice her fear slowly coming into the light she herself didn't think she'd pull though but for reasons totally different to those people thought.
"Cara, please, you need this treatment. You must cooperate."
A small laugh hardly to be heard pasted over her lips a tiny smile.
"It's not like I have mush choice...but...I'm s..s..so scared." she told him and now that she was opening up she went on telling her Patron why she had run away how this had all happened.
"No, no, no. Sh, quite"
He murmured taking her hand in both of his though she couldn't help but wince at the pain it coursed she also couldn't help but like it. It was almost like she had her father back and this time she just had to tell him.
Watching his face it seemed like more of a shock or at lest that's the impression she got when he started to speak words she didn't understand sending the people around them into a frezzey.
"W..what are you saying?"
But to none came an answer for he just sat by her side again his face some how changed.
"Cara, Séjour, séjour..."
What did that even mean?
She was about to ask this very question when she started gasping for breath, her eyes feeling with water as she tried to breath for a moment but couldn't.
She could hear the heart machine going nuts and then and suddenly as it had bean it was over but tears where now running down her face.
"I don't want to die" she cried.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:20:11 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Dementis anticipated with eagerness and its evil grin grew as the time to strike drew near, wanting to quench its thirst for blood. Cara would just be the first of its many victims that had succumbed to its overwhelming power. It had killed anyone thus far because Mark always held it back or made sure after it was done that its prey had medical attention. This time though, it would be different, it was the one going to be victorious and Mark would be a murderer. The demon said nothing as it applied more pressure with the large scalpel, making a shallow cut right on her neck just below her pulse. It considered that a warning, a small taste of what was to come. Suddenly, it felt something being stabbed into its arm and saw the young woman push the blade away from her neck.
"Sorry Dementis but it's past your bed time and for your 411 good night kisses never ended well with me." she said in a brave tone. Letting out a deep, animalistic growl, the infuriated demon violently shoved her to the floor. Slamming the scalpel onto the metal table, Dementis pulled out the needle that had been pushed deep in its arm, crushing it with ease afterwards. It once again picked up the large scalpel and looked at the young female, who was standing on her feet now, glaring venomously at her. The look in its eyes was terrifying to say the least, showing the true demon that it was. It stalked toward her, much like a black panther would do to it’s helpless prey. When the demon got within less arms length, it stopped and let out a low moan, signaling that the sedative was beginning to take effect. It cursed itself silent for being so reckless, for letting its lust get in the way. She must have gotten the needle when it was kissing her. Not only did she have beauty, she had brains too. It liked that. Dementis started to pant slightly, trying to keep itself from falling asleep.
“I must admit you’re good, using the kiss as a cover up to get the needle.” it chuckled lowly, But as long as you stay friends with Mark, I will be always trying to kill you. No matter what you do, nothing will stop me from hunting you or anyone else down.” it said threateningly, laughing demonically, knowing that this was far from over. The demon knew it only had but a certain amount of time left until the tranquilizer took full effect. Without warning, Dementis swiftly swung the scalpel at Cara, aiming for her neck. It grinned in a insane way when it hit its mark, hearing the young female cry out in pain. The long wound on her neck was deep, but not deep enough to kill her, just make her bleed a lot. Once again, the demon chuckled deeply in victory before falling to its knees.
“Until next time, my dear Cara.” it said in a low, demonic voice before fully collapsing to the ground.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:20:52 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
Cara knew that once she felt the knife at her neck she had to act she hated shoving the needle into Mark's arm but she couldn't think of any other way to get him dark side to back of and then hopefully bring Mark back. That was one thing she'd have to be careful of, she had no idea which side of him she'd get when he woke up.
The next few moments seemed to be played in fast forward that all to familiar growl coming through the room, and then she saw flying hitting the ground with a force, she had finally beaten the demon.
From her spot on the floor she watched as Dementis pulled the needle out of his arm crushing it in his bear hands the glass falling to the ground.
It must of been when she was flying through the air that he had put down his tool for he now picked it up again as Cara quickly got to her feet knowing that until the drug took affect she could still be in trouble.
His eyes were glued to hers as each steep drew him and the knife closer and like prey everyone of her muscles was tense ready to run at the last possible moment.
She was just about to take off when another growl come deep from the demons throat. Cara couldn't help but smile at seeing the drug taking effect. She saw the demon panting trying to keep him self from sir coming to Cara's plan but she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and as he doubled over, just a little, she let her guard down her thoughts more on Mark then anything else.
“I must admit you’re good, using the kiss as a cover up to get the needle.”
Was that a complement? Cara couldn't really tell she only gave a shrug of her shoulder watching, waiting for what would come next.
"But as long as you stay friends with Mark, I will be always trying to kill you. No matter what you do, nothing will stop me from hunting you or anyone else down.”
The next thing she knew it was her that screamed as she felt the blade cut across her skin her locket falling the the ground along with a few drops of blood.
“Until next time, my dear Cara.”
"There won't be a next time" She whispered her hand holding her neck as she bent down to check on Mark's breathing.
Slow and steady, he'd be out of it for awhile half an hour at most. She then turned to the doctor running over to him and shacking him a little.
"Are you alright?" She asked him as she saw his eyes open.
"I think so, what happened?"
Cara only shock her head she didn't want to talk about it, at lest not before she could talk to Mark.
"What's it matter, Mark is out cold, I had to use that needle on the tray. I guess you can take care of this while we wait until he wakes up"
She walked back over to Mark taking the pillow off the table and lifting his head up before gently lying it back down.
"Please Mark, please be the one that I see next, I don't think I can fight him off again just now."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:21:35 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Half an hour later….
Letting out a low groan, one that could hardly be heard even if you were near him, Mark slowly began to wake up from the sedative-induced sleep, stirring ever so slightly, but not that much to notice from afar. It felt like he had just got hit by a train as one gloved hand held his head in pain, but didn‘t get up. What happened? What few pieces he had were blurred and the rest was blank. The last thing he vividly remembered was the doctor coming toward him and he was having those dreaded pains, which were now gone. He first noticed that the only pain he had now was a major headache and it felt like his left arm was on fire. Opening one hazy grey green eye, he looked at his left arm and saw that it was wrapped in a small white bandage, a small spot of blood seeping through it. He knew he was laying on the floor, but he just didn’t have the strength to move. He closed his eye, letting out a other deep moan, much like the first one that could hardly be heard up close. He was a little surprised and relieved that he didn’t Dementis’ voice as he tried to unscramble his thoughts, trying to remember what happened. What little memory of the past events he had were finally becoming clear. Dementis had taken full control over and was threatening to kill Cara. He couldn’t remember all of it, but he knew that Dementis was indeed a demon unknowingly summoned by the priest. Just how much did that thing tell her? The larger man remembered that his darker half had kissed her and that made him slightly angry. How dare it do such a thing! Not even Mark would have done that. He finally noticed that it was a little too quiet for his liking. Had she left him alone? But she made a promise, she promised to always be with as a friend and family. She wasn’t the one to break her word, was she? He wanted to look around the room to see if she was still there, she wasn’t in his line of sight, but simple didn’t have the strength to do so.
“C..Cara…?” he whispered quietly, his voice sounding weak and frail. Not only was he weak from the tranquilizer, but he was also weak from fighting with Dementis.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:22:28 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
Each second seemed like a minute, each minute seemed like an hour while Cara waited for Mark to awake for his sleep. Her neck had once again been cleaned and fixed and the doctor was more then glad to leave her alone after arming her with another needle instead of the guard he had thought it better to have but she refused to take.
She sat in the darkness her broken locket in hand her eyes fixed on the clock, and yet she didn't really see it. Before her eyes the past happenings replayed in her mind. Each word that Dementis had spoken looped in her mind over and over again as she tried to make sense of them.
Her fingertips went to her lips as she glanced over at Mark remembering the kiss that Dementis had forced upon her and the two words that stood out most in her mind where my dear. How on Earth was she his let alone his dear? Was it just part of his plan or was there something behind it with Mark being who he was and Dementis being who he was she really couldn't be 100% sure.
“C..Cara…?”
Never in her life had she hated her name as she hated it then for a moment she had thought it not to be real for it had been so softly spoken she had thought it to be a trick but as her eyes turned to Mark once again she saw him now moving.
"Mark?" She asked not moving from her chair in the shadows she had to remember to be careful Dementis could still be in control and she wasn't strong enough to fight him again.
When there was no answer her fear for Mark's well being took her over and she got up from the chair slowly walking over to him before kneeling down beside him, a mistake that would surly cost her, her life if she was indeed talking to the demon and not the man.
"Mark are you alright?"
She brought her hand to his wrapped up arm noticing the spot of blood that showed through the bandage.
"Mark I'm so sorry, it was the only thing I could think of to stop him. Please tell me that your yourself again and that you're alright, I wouldn;t be able to forgive myself if you weren't."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:23:14 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
The larger man now noticed that the room was dark. How he didn’t notice that before, he shall never know. He hated feeling this weak, so weak that it was an struggle just to lift up his arm. All his life, he always had to be stronger than the average person to just get through the day, both mental and physically. Not only did he not like it, but he was also unused to be so weak, feeling defenseless. It was like being on top of the food chain on moment and the next you drop all the way to the very bottom. When he called out to the young woman, it was quiet afterwards. Mark began to worry that she had indeed left him alone in the dark, both in the room and within his mind. He didn’t mind being in the dark, it was the darkness within himself that he was desperately trying to escape. The moments that ticked by seemed like hours as the dark haired man waited for a reply.
"Mark?" she called out to him, not making any movements. He was relived that she hadn’t left him alone despite what Dementis had done to her, which he still was angry with it. He wanted to tell her something, anything, just so she would come over to where he was, but the words seemed to be caught in his throat, refusing to be voiced. He listened silently to her quiet and light footsteps come toward him, not moving a muscle as he waited for her to come in his line of sight. Kneeling down on his left side, Cara looked at him with her normal soft gaze, though there were some worry in her eyes. Was she worried about him? He moved his head toward her to get a better view of her. Before he got a good look at her, his gaze moved down to her hand that was on his arm.
"Mark are you alright?" she asked before looking down at his bandaged arm, seeing the spot of blood the could be seen through the white material, "Mark I'm so sorry, it was the only thing I could think of to stop him. Please tell me that your yourself again and that you're alright, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you weren't." she said urgently, hoping that the human was in control instead of the demon. He was quite for a moment, listening for its voice. It was oddly quiet in his mind, the voice did not speak nor did it laugh. Maybe it was still asleep or maybe it was silently conjuring up a other plan to murder Cara. Well, if it decided to strike again, he would fight with everything he had before he let the demon take control again. After a moment, Mark looked back up at the young female’s face, his gaze still hazy from the sedative, and nodded slightly.
“Yes, I’m quite alright, just tired and weak from fighting against Dementis. I understand, you had to do whatever you could to defend yourself against it.” he suddenly noticed the fresh wound that had been stitched up that was on her neck, “What happened to your neck?” he asked in slight alarm, his voice still weak and quite. He would have motioned to the wound, but he simply didn’t have the strength to do so.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 11:23:53 GMT 10
Cara Andovea
Cara was relived to see her friend awake somehow in the haze of everything and with the strong hold Dementis had over him she feared that it would be him that woke from the forced sleep. She sighed a silent sigh of relief when she saw Mark's eyes, so different from his darker side.
She knew he was weak which had truly been why she felt she could kneel beside him and take his head before he answered anyone of her questions which seemed to take forever to form which made her body tense. The change could happen quicker then a snap of her fingers.
His head moved to view her better and she had to close her eyes she hated herself for making Mark this weak, she knew it would be something different for him, as if she had taken something from him cutting the hair of Samson. The slight nod of Mark's head only gave her a little comfort.
“Yes, I’m quite alright, just tired and weak from fighting against Dementis. I understand, you had to do whatever you could to defend yourself against it.”
She gave off a small smile before she followed Mark's eyes. She knew they now feel to her neck and she had to hold back a tear.
“What happened to your neck?”
There was so much worry in his voice, how could she tell him what had happened that he wouldn't blame himself for? After a swallow of breath she finally said:
"Let's just say that my neck seems to be a place that Dementis likes to strike. As I got him with the needle after he..." she stopped there the whole issue of the kiss still on the outermost part of her mind "He used one of the medical tools to cut open my neck."
She stopped again after that looking into the eyes of Mark she had to ask him.
"Mark I know it wasn't you and I know it isn't you and that you never would if you where yourself but with m track record... Why do you think Dementis kissed me, and why does he seem to think I'm his? It seemed so out of sorts for both of you."
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