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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:21:02 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
It was amazing how life could seem so fleeting, how one single breath could be your last, how easily the flame of life could be snuffed out.
Cara Blaze Andovea had learnt that lesson many times in her young life, she had been there herself and now once more was looking death in the face, though this time, almost welcoming it.
The slow buzz of the life support filled the room, it had been for a few weeks now as Cara lay there in a medical comma giving her brain time to heal along with the rest of her. I.V was hooked up to the small pale form who had lost half her body weight along with the left side of her hair metal once again inlay in her skull.
With her dreams she dreamt of times passed even in her comma state tears rolling at the memories of sadness as she heard to music box playing once again.
The music box, the first gift her husband had ever given her. The one that she had played each and every night for hours crying herself to sleep as she seemed to be doing once again for it's soft music now filled the room.
The only sign of life within the room was the slow rise and full of her chest, the tears that ran down her cheek. Other then that she seemed a ghost, a ghost of what and who she was before, an empty shell. Dementis' words coming true.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:21:35 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
The large man quickly made his way down the hallway, heading toward his wife's room. He couldn't believe he left in the first. Why did he leave her?! He didn't know that leaving her in order to protect her from his darker half would end so badly. Not to mention so painful to them both. He was so stupid! Mark thought he was doing what was best for them both, he did it mostly for Cara. He knew that it would pain, even heart-wrenching, on his end. He was separating himself from the one person outside his parents who loved him for himself. He was willing to hurt himself for the safety of his wife and child, heck, he was willingly to lay his life on the line for them. The dark haired man had no intention of hurting his wife, now whatsoever, yet... yet he had. He thought that he was doing something good for them, protecting them from the untold horrors that Dementis could or wanted to do to them. He didn't know why his other half had acted like it did before he had left. Then again, you never knew with it. Much like himself, Dementis was unpredictable and you never knew what was going to happen next.
He quickly took a sharp turn, nearly knocking over a nurse who was on the other side of the corner, but he paid no mind to her. There were more important things in life than a falling nurse. What was the room number? As he walked passed the doors that lined the hallway, his grey green eyes quickly glanced at the numbers etched in the black plastic plaque, also trying to remember what number the man at the front desk managed to stammer out. Maybe if he had asked in a less vicious voice, the man could have probably told him more easily what room his wife was in. It took him a few moments, but he finally remembered the room number and quickly made his way toward it with large, quick strides. Not taking him too long, he finally found her room's door and reached out for the doorknob, but froze just before reaching it, the tips of his gloved fingers brushing against the silver handle. A million questions were running through his mind and he was suddenly feeling very nervous. How would she would reacting seeing him? Would she still love him? Or would she hate him for leaving? He chuckled grimly to himself when at a thought. Even when he was trying to do something right, he hurt the ones he loved. He could never seem to do something right. With a low sigh, Mark grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. When his eyes landed upon Cara, his eyes widened in shock and slight horror.
"Oh God..." was all the large man could say as he quietly closed the door behind him and slowly walked in. His wife... his poor, dear wife. He knew that it was bad that she was actually in the hospital, but this was much worse than he thought. She looked almost nothing of herself the last time he saw her. Some of her hair was missing, she was extremely thin, making her bones more evident, and she almost looked... dead. He would think that she was if it was for the small rises of her chest. He thought he had seen everything when it came to horrible things, but this was perhaps the worst. Maybe it was the fact it was his wife, the person he loved with all his heart and soul. His steps slow and almost cautious as he approached the bed, examining her still form with a slightly horrified gaze. Did he... did he really hurt her that much? Had he caused more harm than good with his actions? The sight before was all the evidence he needed to see that he had done much more harm to the young woman than he thought. The dark haired man was now beside her and he started to reach out to touch her arm, but suddenly pulled back as though he was afraid of causing more harm to her. With slight difficultly, he managed to kneel on one knee beside her bed. He just stared at her as he realized, much to his horror, he had no idea what to do. Once again, he cautiously reached out to Cara, but this time he managed to gently place it on her forearm. He looked at her with a longing gaze, feeling his eyes burn with unshed tears.
"Cara... my ange... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you so much pain." he lowered his head as he closed his eyes tightly, trying not to cry though failing, "I thought I was protecting you, but I... I'm so sorry." Mark said quietly before falling silent, still trying to stop the tears that were running down his cheeks.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:22:07 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
The small pale frame that was now Cara continued to dream wanting to be lost in the world that she had made for herself there. It was amazing how in dreams the pain of the waking world simply vanished wrapping you up in a blankets of safety.
As the days had ticked by growing into weeks Cara had fallen deeper and deeper into this world, where she had once been in a comma to then need to be in a medical comma... it was like she knew that waking up would end the dream forever. Little she did she know that if she just opened her eyes the object of her heart would now be there beside her whispering a nickname she had never wanted to hear again.
"Cara... my ange..."
And though the words of the outside world went on she didn't pay heed to them, to wrapped within the kiss her dream world husband was placing upon her lips, his strong hands pulling her closer as they travelled down her arms.
It was strange the feeling of a hand on her arm was becoming more and more real, the warmth of it, she couldn't just be feeling that... could she? The tingles, her heart beating faster... that couldn't be a dream.
For weeks her eyes had been locked close with no sign of opening, now...
Now the briefest of movements, the only sign that something was stirring within. Long eye lashes began to flutter, a tiny pain filled moan passed her lips filling the room to then fall away along with a fog until half blind eyes saw a shadow of a man, he who had steeped out of her dreams into the waking world. She was still dreaming, she had to be, this image that of an aftermath of the realm between awake and asleep, a pleasant dream still lingering on.
A tear rolled down her face in such heartbroken sadness her gaze unable to befall him as she turned her head as much away from the shadow as she could whispering in a voice barley her own:
"Isn't it bad enough haunt my dreams, now you have to be in my waking life to? Why can't you just go away like your real self and leave me... Leave me with my broken heart. Leave me to live a waking death for not even he himself will seem to show mercy on me."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:22:50 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Mark kept his place next to the bed as he continued to hold back the tears, to hide the pain and shame he was feeling. So, was this? Was he going to be alone again along with their child? He knew couldn't do anything to help her. He knew she was in coma and he couldn't wake her up from it as much as he wanted to. She would have to wake up on her own, but who knew how long that would be. He was a idiot for thinking that leaving Cara was the best thing for her even if it was to protect her from Dementis. It was all its fault along with his own. If the demon wouldn't have been acting so badly, like it wanted to force its way out and harm her, then he wouldn't have left. Dementis caused nothing but pain and misery in both his and Cara's life. From causing others to hate him along with the things it had done to his wife, including raping her, Dementis seemed to cause the majority of their pain. Oh how many times had he wished to get rid of it? How many times had he caught himself hating the very existence of his other side? Many times, too many for him to count. Despite this though, he would never be able to get rid of it because there was only one way to get it out. He would never go through that again, never, and Dementis knew that.
Mark let him thumb gently rub his wife's arm, but he didn't look up. He didn't deserve to be with her, not after the pain he inadvertently caused her. Absentmindedly, he felt Dementis stir slightly, but not enough to cause any worry. Strangely enough, it had grow quiet a little after he left, which both confused and angered him. It was the reason he left and only to find out that it was calm as though nothing had happened infuriated him. It was like he had done it on purpose. Though it had told him it didn't, he didn't believe it, much to Dementis' displeasure. He didn't care though. After all, Dementis hadn't been truthful in the past, so why should he start listening to it now? Suddenly, a small pain-filled moan filled the hospital room and immediately both Mark and Dementis were on edge. The large man quickly looked up toward his wife and saw that her eyes were fluttering open, a sure sign that she was waking up. He felt his heart leap up into his throat and he didn't know whether to be happy or nervous. He would have smiled if he didn't see the tears stream down her cheeks or if she didn't turn her head away. At that moment, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Was it that bad? Did he hurt her so much that she no longer wanted to see him anymore? If it was, he didn't blame her, not one bit. He brought her so much pain that he thought she would never forgive him.
"Isn't it bad enough haunt my dreams, now you have to be in my waking life to? Why can't you just go away like your real self and leave me... Leave me with my broken heart. Leave me to live a waking death for not even he himself will seem to show mercy on me." Cara said hoarsely, still not looking at him. When he heard her, he felt even more ashamed of himself. What happened to that beautiful voice he loved to hear? She didn't sound nothing like herself that he remembered. Despite this though, he couldn't help but looked slightly confused at her, tilting his head to the side as he did.
"Real self?" then he realized that she thought he was just some sort of illusion, "Cara, it's not a dream, I'm really here." he paused for a moment, not really knowing how she would react to him suddenly be there when he had left her before, "Everything's going to be alright now. I'm not going to leave you again, I promise." he finished quietly, slightly hoping she would believe him.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:23:20 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
With eyes now open she rather them still remained closed, for at lest in her dreams she knew it was just that, a dream, that Mark would sooner or later fade away and she'd be left alone. Now, now she was awake and he was still there, she could fell the tingles that his touch always gave her, the warmth of his gloved hand on her arm, his gaze... it was to much and tears once again came as she slowly turned her head.
In her deepest heart she wanted him to be there, to know that he was alive and at lest wanted to see her one last time, to maybe try and understand why he had left though in the back of her mind she knew that if she waited long enough he'd simply vanish... she had long ago broken down because of that.
With a voice no one would think her own she spoke softly, asking him why he had now moved to her waking world leading her to believe he was truly there. Why couldn't death have mercy and simply take her, though she'd worry about her daughter she knew she'd be safe, there where ones out there that both loved and cared for her.
"Real self?" His voice came in question, louder then that within her dream and no seeming echo followed like it had within the world of dream. "Cara, it's not a dream, I'm really here."
Hearing this lie her heart broke even more, the tears became that much more painful.
"Everything's going to be alright now. I'm not going to leave you again, I promise."
Turning her head back to face him her tear filled red eyes looked up at him, the brown within her own eyes had dimmed but those green grey ones, the ones she saw so much love in, now she could hardly face.
"You promised me that before, you promised you'd always love me but it was lie just like love itself, it's a lie. I was made to be alone, everyone I care for, everyone I love just leaves... it was only a matter of time. I thought maybe I was wrong but I wasn't, I thought you where different but you weren't, I thought you'd understand."
She looked down at her wedding ring then lifting her hand and slowly taking it off, reaching out to him and taking his gloved hand to place the ring within it.
"It was a dream and now I've woken up. Love wasn't made for me and I don't want to be reminded of that which I have lost. I'm not strong enough... I just can't it would have been easier if you'd just killed me."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:23:56 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
He hoped things would be alright between them. He was practically praying for it to be as he kneeled there. They had been through times and came out strong, even if his other half was the cause of it. One of those times he would always remember. When Dementis had raped, she had would hardly interact with him like she used to. She wouldn't look into his eyes, she wouldn't let him hold her hand, and she would hardly talk to him. She was treating him like everyone else and not the woman he loved, slowly killing him. But he still stood by her side and tried to hide the pain he felt from her acting that way. Eventually though, she came around to her old self again and they took care of their daughter together. Thinking about Skyla now, he wondered where she was. It was obvious Cara had been in the hospital for quite some time. So, who was taking care of her? Hopefully, she was with someone his wife fully trusted and not some random person they picked. Soon though his thoughts returned to his wife. With their past victories, the large man was sure that everything would be alright and that things could back to they were before he left. Everything was going to be fine. It had to be.
After he told her he was really there, he didn't see the pain in her eyes because of her head being turned, so he had no idea how she was feeling. He had promised her to never leave her again and that everything was going to be alright. He would make sure of it just as he always did. After seeing the state his wife was in because he had left, he didn't care if the court told him to leave her. He wouldn't, no he would not! She then turned her head toward him and that was when he saw her pain through her dimmed brown eyes. Oh God... what had he done? Mark could already tell that things were heading down hill and fast. Dementis once more shifted slightly as it watched what was happening, not really knowing what to make of it.
"You promised me that before, you promised you'd always love me but it was lie just like love itself, it's a lie. I was made to be alone, everyone I care for, everyone I love just leaves... it was only a matter of time. I thought maybe I was wrong but I wasn't, I thought you where different but you weren't, I thought you'd understand." he watched in numb horror as she lifted her hand and took off her wedding ring, not looking away from her face as she placed it in his gloved hand, "It was a dream and now I've woken up. Love wasn't made for me and I don't want to be reminded of that which I have lost. I'm not strong enough... I just can't it would have been easier if you'd just killed me." she said to him. Mark didn't do anything. He didn't look away from Cara, he didn't speak, he just kneeled there as there brutal horror of what was happening began to dawned on him. He could feel his broken heart being torn to shreds and thrown back at him. Tears began to trail down his cheeks, but he made no attempt to hide them or anything. She... she didn't love him anymore? Was he alone in the world again? No, he was dead to the world. There was nothing worth living for anymore. His last ray of hope in this world had now faded and there was nothing but darkness. Well, that blasted demon who was so bent on breaking them apart got its wish. Yet, he could feel that Dementis was dumbstruck with what just happened, seemingly couldn't make heads or tails of what she just said. Still keeping his gaze on her, the large man fell back and sat on the floor, his hand slipping off her arm as he did. The look on his face showed just how broken he was with those simple words from Cara, the true picture of a broken man. The once proud man now laid in ruin, nothing more than a shell of his former self. Finally, he looked down at the ring that was in his hand, his tears still falling.
"I did it to protect you." he murmured miserably, "I- I didn't want to leave. I never wanted to. All I wanted... all I wanted was to stay by your side and take care of Skyla, but... Dementis," Mark spat out the name before returning back to his broken, almost weak, voice, "kept trying to force its way out. I didn't know what it wanted... I didn't know if it wanted to hurt you or Skyla, but I didn't want to take chances, not after what it did to you at the Masquerade." he paused for a moment, silently cursing his other half's name, "I thought I was doing something... right, but it seems even if I try to protect you I do it wrong. I- I left to protect you and Skyla from it, I did it out of love, but I had no idea it would end up like this. I'm such a idiot!" his voice was filled with self-loathing by this point, "And... now we're both paying for my stupidity. I thought I was just hurting myself to protect you, but I was wrong, as always. You weren't meant to be alone though, no. You're a beautiful young woman with a kind soul and loving heart. Me..." he chuckled grimly, pulling up his knees and wrapping his arms around his legs while placing his chin on his knees and keeping the ring in his hand, the first time in years curling into a ball, "I was made to be alone with only a demon to keep me company and everyone else hating me. I just managed to find a shred of hope in my life and now because of my actions, it's been taken away." his eyes looked up at Cara, tears still streaming down his face, "You might not love me anymore, but I still love you and I'll take that love with me to the grave. You will always be my angel." he murmured before hiding his face in his arms. He would shed his tears and then leave. After all, Cara didn't want him to be in her life anymore. The last thing he ever wanted to hear.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:24:32 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
So much pain, so much misery but even in the darkest storm a ray of light shone through, sometimes it was just harder to find, you needing to wait until the black clouds passed by maybe... just maybe that was what was needed here.
The pain and sorrow Cara felt was like none she never knew. To lose her family was one thing, to lose the love of her life was another but to lose them both and at the same time... well there where things worse then death. The forth most question on her mind was love, wasn't love meant to conquer all? She thought she saw it as she had glanced at him and returned her ring to his hand but she wasn't sure. He had left because he didn't love her, a demon couldn't love, in her twisted dreams she had convinced herself of that, for it was easier then thinking him dead.
If he had simply gone because he didn't love her anymore it would be a pain that would always hurt but in time would simmer down, but if he was dead.... it would be the end of her.
Not wanting to fool herself she spoke of lost hope, what her nightmares and nights alone had lead her to believe. Though this Mark seemed real, as if he was truly there she knew he wasn't still thinking him to be a dream that would fade away.
Watching him, something different happened, instead of fighting her, he pulled away and into himself almost like she had done. Her eyes watched him closely in wonder a look of shock on her face. The Mark in her dreams didn't cry, the Mark she knew only cried when he thought he lost her... could it be... had he truly returned after all?
"I did it to protect you." his voice came making her eyes widen. "I- I didn't want to leave. I never wanted to. All I wanted... all I wanted was to stay by your side and take care of Skyla, but... Dementis,"
She tried to sit up, to listen her head starting to fill with new idea's her cold iced over heart starting to melt. There was one thing she needed to hear, one thing she HAD to hear.
"kept trying to force its way out. I didn't know what it wanted... I didn't know if it wanted to hurt you or Skyla, but I didn't want to take chances, not after what it did to you at the Masquerade."
Sadness washed over both their faces upon that note, that night... it had been a turning point making her hate Dementis and afterwards telling him that she thought of him as dead.
"I thought I was doing something... right, but it seems even if I try to protect you I do it wrong. I- I left to protect you and Skyla from it, I did it out of love, but I had no idea it would end up like this. I'm such a idiot!"
Slowly, very slowly his words formed in her mind. The clouds where rolling away but something still had a hold, something that made her question, something she couldn't quite place.
"And... now we're both paying for my stupidity. I thought I was just hurting myself to protect you, but I was wrong, as always. You weren't meant to be alone though, no. You're a beautiful young woman with a kind soul and loving heart. Me..."
It was so strange. Her dreams had never been like this, her Mark was strong never one to show his feelings even in her dreams Dementis would take command. Now, now he balled in on himself, a look of shear true pain that no dream could conjure was evident on his face.
"I was made to be alone with only a demon to keep me company and everyone else hating me. I just managed to find a shred of hope in my life and now because of my actions, it's been taken away."
He looked up at her then, their eyes meeting and suddenly she could see herself in him. Could it be true? Did he still love her, had he actually left to protect her like he had said all along?
"You might not love me anymore, but I still love you and I'll take that love with me to the grave. You will always be my angel."
"No." She spoke suddenly fighting with the restraints that held her down. "No please you can't leave me again. You can't, you promised please, please don't go back on it again. I'd die without you, I love you please."
With all her strengh she tried to get out of the restraints, her heart machine starting to make a loud noise a sign that she was in danger of harming herself.
"I thought you didn't love me anymore, I thought you wanted to be alone that you realized I was wrong for you. I never stopped loving you, I played your music box that you made me every night crying myself to sleep. But you're a dream so often I woke up and you where just gone... I just... I just can't believe that you're back, I just can't bear this trick."
For a long moment she sat in silence shacking her head from side to side.
"If only you could prove your here, but your not. You'll leave me to every time I wake up you leave. They say that you should tell me something I don't know about you, that a dream wouldn't know something that I don't know. In Sleeping Beauty he kissed her to wake her up maybe, maybe that's what I need. But you've kissed me so many times before and I end up alone. Please if you are a dream just leave, I can't dream about you anymore, I need to let you go I need to let him go."
Again silence filled the room and Cara's eyes closed. The thing that no one realized was that for so long now Cara had been dreaming that Mark was really there even now she still thought she was dreaming, although the Mark of her dreams had changed she felt she was still dreaming.
"It's all a dream he'd never chain himself to me, he'd never throw away the key."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:25:03 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
His life was over. He had nothing else to live for. Through the act of trying to protect his wife from his other side, he had lost everything, including his wife's love. She was his only lifeline, his only reason to live. Now though, she didn't love him anymore. The sign of her giving up on him was in his hand; her wedding ring. He had bought her that ring as a sign of his love to her and for her to keep it forever. He had never expected her to give it back to him, in fact, he didn't want it. The large man knew that it meant that she no longer wanted to be his wife and that was the last thing he wanted to hear. Cara's words and her actions sealed his fate. Yes, it wouldn't be too long until he was six feet under and his name would be in the obituaries. It wouldn't matter though. No one would care since no one wanted him to be around. There was Easy, but he was so distant from him that he doubt the young man would do anything. At least he would finally be with his parents and got rid of Dementis. Actually thinking about it now, he wouldn't be with his parents, not with the life he led. So even in death, he would have a horrible existence and nothing would be different.
As he spoke, Mark began to curl into himself, feeling like a lost miserable child. He was feeling so much pain, the worst he had ever felt. It was worse than when his nerves backfired and ten times worse than when Katie left him. He wished this wasn't happening, that he had never left in the first place. At least he would be there for his wife and she would still love him, along with little Skyla. He had lost everything and unlike the other times, there was no recovering this time. The dark haired man just wanted to hide under a rock and die already. At least then he would feel the pain and agony he was in now. He wouldn't see the pain he had put Cara through either. Just seeing the pain in her eyes was just as worse then being in pain himself. He couldn't take it. He might have been large, powerful, and intimidating, but he couldn't take seeing the young woman that he loved in such misery. Mark wished he could turn back the hands of time and fix everything, stop himself from leaving in the first place, but sadly it wasn't possible. All he could was bear the pain and then move on. Now if only he could the second part right.
"No." he looked up when he heard her struggle against her restraints, looking dumbfounded as she did, "No please you can't leave me again. You can't, you promised please, please don't go back on it again. I'd die without you, I love you please." when the large man heard the beeping of her hear monitor, he kneeled again as quickly as his body would allow him and placed a hand on her arm again, trying to calm her down though he had no idea what to do, "I thought you didn't love me anymore, I thought you wanted to be alone that you realized I was wrong for you. I never stopped loving you, I played your music box that you made me every night crying myself to sleep. But you're a dream so often I woke up and you where just gone... I just... I just can't believe that you're back, I just can't bear this trick." she finally stopped and sat there quietly as she shook her head, him sitting there and feeling helpless to do anything, "If only you could prove your here, but your not. You'll leave me to every time I wake up you leave. They say that you should tell me something I don't know about you, that a dream wouldn't know something that I don't know. In Sleeping Beauty he kissed her to wake her up maybe, maybe that's what I need. But you've kissed me so many times before and I end up alone. Please if you are a dream just leave, I can't dream about you anymore, I need to let you go I need to let him go." once again she feel silent, closing her eyes as she did, "It's all a dream he'd never chain himself to me, he'd never throw away the key." she finished softly and remained silent. Mark just kneeled there, not knowing what to do or say. Now he realized that she just thought of him to be part of a dream of her's and nothing more. To tell you the truth, it kind of hurt him that she thought that, but sad nothing of it. He had to figure what to say in order to make her believe that he was really there. He thought for a few moments but drew up blank. Suddenly, it seemed that Dementis had regained its senses and decided to speak out.
'I know what you could tell her.' it said in a calm yet sinister tone, a sly smirk coming on its features. Mark couldn't help but roll his eyes in annoyance. Of all the times to talk, it had to choose now. He tried to push it to the side, but it simply wouldn't be ignored. 'Haven't you caused enough trouble?' he growled mentally. He had a feeling that the demon was just amused by his words and acted as though Mark didn't say anything. 'I know exactly what would snap her out of her delirious state and I'm sure it'll a pleasant surprise to you both.' it said in a matter-of-fact tone. The large man wanted to choke the life out of it, but knew it was impossible, so he went for the best next thing and ignored it. Dementis seemed to sense it and let out a growl. 'You will listen to me whether you liked it or not! It's about your precious wife and the reason I was trying to get out. I'm sure you want know the reason for all your pain, don't you?' it questioned, knowing full and well that he would. Mark remained silent for a few moments, thinking over what it had said. With a low sigh he thought, 'I'm listening.' Dementis smirked slightly, pleased with the answer. 'You're wife is pregnant.' it told him calmly. The large man's eyes widened slightly in shock. He was going to be a father again? So soon? He couldn't believe it. Suddenly though, Dementis interfered again. 'With my child.' it told it's other half, a slightly victorious tone in its voice. His thoughts went crashing down as he heard the dark laugh coming from Dementis, his shock turning to horror. It had to be lying! There was no possible way that Dementis could have a child! 'Go on, tell her.' his other half said, giving him a slight moving forward motion with a sadistic smirk on its face. It was clear it was enjoying what it was witnessing. With a hard swallow, Mark began to speak, seeing that he had no other option.
"Y-you're pregnant Cara...." he paused for a moment, not really wanting to say what he was about to say, "... and the child is... Dementis'." he said lowly, his tone almost sounding defeated. If this news didn't make her believe, he didn't know what would.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:25:33 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
She had heard of tiny voices in your head but what had been happening since Mark had left had become voices of a crowd within her head and each voice said something different. There where two however that seemed to fight harder then the rest, as if it was a war and those to voices where the captains, who the many voice all came down to.
'He doesn't love you, he's never coming back, forget him and move on.' One side cried along with telling her that the man before her was still part of her dream, and a curl trick... while the other side.
'He is real, he does love you and he's come back, listen to your heart you know what's true. He'd never leave you.'
These two sides where what brought on her tears, what made her crazy in every meaning of the word. If her hands where free she would have been holding her head and though she spoke outwardly of the two battles going on within her. Inwardly she was screaming.
There was only one way that she could think of to hush the voices, one way to prove that he was there and quickly she spoke it. She needed a truth, something that she didn't know about her husband, or his other side for that matter but it seemed not even he, the husband of her dreams could do that for all he did was remain silent and still after he had reached out to her as she fought against the restraints until finally the battle over took her again.
Laying there with her eyes closed she remained in the silence, tears rolling down her cheeks and her breath rushed by the pain in her again braking heart.
"Y-you're pregnant Cara...."
Upon hearing this her eyes shoot open and her face turned to look at Mark's, her own matching that of his in shear shock.
"What?" she asked almost silently.
"... and the child is... Dementis'."
The battle within her seemed to die and the dreams that lingered along with it. Her eyes glanced at her husband who was still there, the real world once again coming into focus. She knew pain, she that in dreams you couldn't feel pain and now that she thought about it she hadn't felt any pain within her dreams, just dreamed it to be there for it had been how she had felt for so long.
"It's not true, even if it was how would you know? It can't be true he... he can't have children you told me yourself."
A long drawn out silence and then it was broken by the buzzer that Cara pressed calling for a nurse who seemed to rush in and check her over while all the while she had tried to ask her something.
"Please stop." Cara forced out at last. "Please, just tell me, am I with child? The man at the side of my bed told me that I was with child... is it true?"
Again silence the nurse walking to the foot of Cara's bed and looked at her chart.
"Yes Miss Blaze, you are by a few months, congratulations Mr Blaze."
With that her nurse steeped out and Cara's eyes blinked over and over again.
"She saw you, but... she couldn't see my dreams, I didn't know and..."
Again she blinked, her tears stopping and her hand, oh how her hand wanted to reach out and touch the flesh of the man before her.
"You're here, you're really here and I?... Please if your here please unleash me and let me hold you. Please, please"
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:26:06 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
This meeting had started as the worst thing that had happened to him and just got worse from then on out. Despite his words, Cara didn't believe he was there and even gave him back her wedding ring, the ring he had picked especially for her. He felt like he was plunging into a nightmare worse than he had before, one that he simply could not wake up from. Heh. That would be a change. Usually when he had nightmares, he would quickly wake up from them and then stay for days on end because they're horrors would haunt him. So yes, he much difficult sleeping, he probably had insomnia or something along the lines it. As far back as he could remember he had always had trouble sleeping. Yet when he married Cara and started to sleep next to her, he had been able to sleep better. Sure, he still had the nightmares and still still stayed for days at a time, but there was small improvement in his sleep, which he was very thankful for. That was just one of the many things that his wife had made better in his life. Most were small, subtle things, but he noticed them and was glad for every one of them. After all, when he had met Cara at the Christmas Ball, he was basically at rock bottom and he was alone in his darkness.
When Dementis had told him that his wife was pregnant, he was shocked, not really expecting that from his other half. He had no idea that it could sense that Cara was carrying child and couldn't help but wonder if it knew when she was carrying Skyla. If it did, then they would have never had that argument about how long she had been pregnant, which he was still ashamed of. If it would have told him in the first place then that would never happened and thus one less fight for him and Cara. Thinking about it now made Mark furious at it, but it didn't seem to care about it at all. Of course, that was Dementis for you. It was nothing but a heartless wretch even if it said that it loved Cara. He simply wouldn't believe it unless it had some sort of evidence other wise. When he was actually beginning to feel happy about the news, Dementis spoke again, telling him the child was its. That statement alone made his heart stop in horror. How was it possible? He was baffled at the fact that it could have a child. He had no idea how it was possible, but he knew it would have to wait later. Right now, he had to prove to his wife he was really there. With slight hesitation, he told her that she was pregnant with Dementis' child, hearing ask 'what' in between his statement and feeling his other side being pleased with the news. As soon as the words registered in Cara's mind, her face matched his own shocked expression.
"It's not true, even if it was how would you know? It can't be true he... he can't have children you told me yourself." she said to him, beginning to break from her dream world. If only she knew he was just as baffled as him. It simply wasn't humanly possible. Silence reigned for a moments as he tried to figure something to say before a small buzz of the little device to call in a nurse. Within a few moments, a nurse came in and was checking over his wife as she tried to ask her something, completely ignoring the face that he was there. He was slightly annoyed by the fact that the nurse didn't untie his wife from the bed even though she was awake, but remained silent. Finally, Cara was able to stop the nurse to ask a question.
"Please stop. Please, just tell me, am I with child? The man at the side of my bed told me that I was with child... is it true?" she asked the nurse while Mark remained silent. They both watched quietly as the nurse walked to the end of the hospital bed and looked at the clipboard that hung there, flipping the papers that were on it. It was tense silence for a few moments before the woman looked up at them both.
"Yes Miss Blaze, you are by a few months, congratulations Mr Blaze." she said before walking out of the room, leaving the two alone. He could feel just how smug Dementis was feeling at that moment. It was so proud of finally getting what it wanted; proof that Cara was it's and Mark's. It disgusted him to no end at the way the demon thought. Yet once again, Dementis cared little of what he thought. He stood there in silence, still holding Cara's wedding ring in his hand, as he thought over what he had just learned. It simply didn't make any sense to him. Suddenly, the young woman's voice broke his thoughts, making him look up at her.
"You're here, you're really here and I?... Please if your here please unleash me and let me hold you. Please, please" she pleaded quietly. He stood there in numbed silence as his mind tried to process what she had said. Did she see now that he was really there? The look in her eyes begged for him to release her from her restraints. How could he possibly deny her? He couldn't, he just simply couldn't. Just as he had said before, he still loved her and he would love her until his breathed his last breathe. Setting her ring down on the table next to her bed, Mark quietly began untying the restraints that kept her from moving from the bed. He couldn't help but wonder why in the world they restrained her in the first place. She had been in a coma and thus she couldn't hurt herself. It didn't take him too long to get her loose from the restraints and he held one of her hands in his grasp, gently rubbing his thumb on top of her hand.
"Yes, I'm really here Cara" he said softly, "I'm sorry for leaving you... I really thought I was doing something right in order to protect you." he fell silent again for a few moments, just looking at her with a soft yet pained gaze, "Do... do you still think my love for you is... a lie?" he asked quietly, looking toward her wedding ring on the table before looking down at her hand. He was basically letting her decide his fate with that one simple question. He just she knew just how much she meant to him.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:26:38 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Confusion, shock, waking up from one dream and diving into another, though there weren't dreams, but nightmares.
Waking up to see Mark there beside her was a mix of feelings, both good and bad for in her eyes he was nothing more then a dream, something there to help her get by like he had been for the months his true self had been gone for. She had told herself, over and over again, that love was a lie otherwise it only added more pain. In the first month that Mark was gone she had searched for him until she couldn't move anymore, keeping Skyla safe with friends. She told anyone who told her to let Mark go that she couldn't, that she loved him and that he'd someday come back... but after not hearing his voice, no phone calls or letters she had started to lose hope and feel in on herself.
Now here he was telling her he was real, that she only had to believe him and the only way that she saw that working was by him telling her something she didn't know... maybe she would have been better staying within the dream.
The truth, she'd rather it be a lie mostly when the nurse came in and confirmed it but at lest now the dreams where falling away and someone else, besides herself saw her husband.
She needed to reach out, to hold him, smell him, feel his strength and warmth once again. She'd know the difference, she was sure of it.
Asking him to untie her he did her body stiff as he took her hand and looked down upon her, her heart jumping in song telling her all she needed to know.
"Yes, I'm really here Cara"
Still hearing it from him brought tears to her eyes, these tears she hadn't cried in a long time. These tears where of shear joy.
"I'm sorry for leaving you... I really thought I was doing something right in order to protect you."
The pain she saw in his eyes made her hear bleed, she had never seen that much pain in his gaze, ever. There was no way she could dream it, it wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Do... do you still think my love for you is... a lie?"
Cara watched as his eyes danced to her ring which lay on the table beside her and looking down at her hand she closed her eyes before opening them again.
Though his hand held hers she wanted nothing more them to pull him close but she was weak, it took a great effort just to take off her ring and give it to him in the first place.
She tried to sit up but pain coursed her to stop after screaming out though she wrapped her fingers around his hand as tightly as she could.
"I never thought that was a lie. I know you loved me, that you still love me, otherwise you wouldn't of come back. I just... I just told myself that love was a lie the thought of you falling out of love with me was more then I could bear. I didn't know why you left, I thought you could of been killed you never called, it was easier thinking that you moved one by yourself or with someone else then to think you dead."
Again she tried to pull him closer her eyes going to her ring and then with her free hand she tried to move it up to his cheek, remembering how much he loved it.
"I'm sorry, I've just been so confused, so lost. The thought of Skyla and I growing up without you.... It was like a battle was going on within my head and heart. One side telling me to let you go, the other... good the other."
She stopped then feeling something stirring inside her.
"Dementis knew all along, he, he could have stopped it and now you tell me I carry his child."
Anger fired within her so much hatred.
"Why? Why did he do these to me to us? Because I told him he was dead to me? It's my punishment isn't it? For not giving into him... the only problem is he's broken us apart. How could you still love me after this?"
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:27:14 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
To tell you the truth, Mark had no idea what Cara had been going the last few minutes. Yes, she told him that she was dreaming and that he wasn't really there, despite him saying that he was indeed standing there, but he still didn't know what she really was experiencing. Dementis, who was practically oozing arrogance, seemed to know what was going on, but was once again withholding information. Why did his other act so cruel? Besides being a demon, it had no real reason to act as such. It knew that it had to share his body and also had to help protect it unless it wanted to die, which the large man highly doubted that. There had numerous occasions that he himself wanted to give up on life, especially when Katie had left him, and Dementis had told him that it would not die. He remembered after Katie had left him and he had lost the will to live completely that it had actually taken over and kept him alive. Even to this day he was still shock that Dementis had done that, but he knew it only did it for itself and not for him. Despite what it had said about wanting what was best for him, Mark didn't believe it, not anymore. It had lied to him one too many times and had tried to kill his wife, there was simply no way he could really trust it.
He got the shock of his life when he heard from the Dementis that not only was Cara pregnant with child but also the child was its. He didn't even think it was possible for a demon to have a child let only one sharing a body. Scientifically, it wasn't possible for they should have had the same DNA. Then again, science and most of humanity didn't believe in demons. Though it felt its other half's confusion, it told him nothing, seemingly enjoying the fact he was so puzzled over the news. When his wife finally snapped out of dream, she pleaded for him to untie her from her restraints and he did almost immediately, unable to take the look in her eyes. Once he was done, he kept one of her hands within his own, gently rubbing it with his thumb. He told her that he was really there and then asked if she still thought his love was a lie, glancing at her ring that was on the table next to her bed. It should have been on her finger if you asked him, but he wasn't going to force it on there. That would be something that Dementis would do and he wasn't like that for the most part. He kept his gaze on her hand, not seeing her close her eyes, but looked up in worry when he heard her give a scream when she tried to sit up. Softly, he put one of his gloved hands on her shoulder, silently telling to keep down, not wanting her to hurt herself.
"I never thought that was a lie. I know you loved me, that you still love me, otherwise you wouldn't of come back. I just... I just told myself that love was a lie the thought of you falling out of love with me was more then I could bear. I didn't know why you left, I thought you could of been killed you never called, it was easier thinking that you moved one by yourself or with someone else then to think you dead." he felt her tug on his arm and quietly bend down, gently placed his free hand on her's that was on his cheek, nuzzling into as he always did, "I'm sorry, I've just been so confused, so lost. The thought of Skyla and I growing up without you.... It was like a battle was going on within my head and heart. One side telling me to let you go, the other... good the other." she paused for a moment, though he still continued to nuzzle into her hand, clearly enjoying the contact, "Dementis knew all along, he, he could have stopped it and now you tell me I carry his child." he suddenly stopped, looking at her and knowing she was right, "Why? Why did he do these to me to us? Because I told him he was dead to me? It's my punishment isn't it? For not giving into him... the only problem is he's broken us apart. How could you still love me after this?" she questioned. He remained silent, feeling Dementis' smugness grow with her words. It seemed so pleased with itself that it was able to finally make Cara have its child. He was furious at it to say the least, especially at how it treated her, but once again, it didn't care. Right now, he had no idea how he lived with it for so long. Sure, at the beginning he thought it was just a voice in his head, but it still would have drove him crazy. It simply didn't care what it had to do to get something it wanted, only making sure he remained alive and breathing. He heard a dark, cold chuckle echo throughout his mind.
'I told you it would be a surprise, didn't I? I simply didn't tell you before because not only did you keep pushing my aside, but also I wanted to see how this played out. I didn't expecting her to take off her wedding ring, but I wasn't disappointed.' it then lazily clapped its hands, 'Bravo.' Dementis finished sarcastically. Those words made his blood boil in rage. So that was they way it saw this? So sort of show? That disgusted him to no end and he knew the information would get the same response from Cara or something close to it. After a few moments, Mark snapped out of his grim thoughts and focused his now soft gaze on her.
"Because I know it's not your fault, that you didn't want this to happen." he stated calmly, "Dementis didn't tell me until just now, it thought it would be a nice surprise for us and a good show to boot. Apparently, it seems to like keeping things from me." his statement ended in a low grumble before his tone turned soft, "As I said before though, I never wanted to leave, but I feared for your safety along with our daughter's. For the entire time I was away... I thought I was going to miss seeing Skyla grow up and not be able to live with my wife again. It rips my heart just thinking about it, Cara and I don't want to think about it again." pausing for a moment, he picked up her wedding ring with the hand he had used to hold her hand to his cheek, looking down it in his hand, "I can't survive without you. When you took off your ring, my one and only thing that was keeping me alive was gone; you. I thought I had lost you, I thought you didn't love me anymore." he then looked up at her, his grey green eyes still soft yet holding pain in them, "I don't want to feel that pain again."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:28:00 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
The waters of life where never still, they where aways constantly moving and though sometimes the surface was as flat as glass, there was always something lurking underneath. It's how Cara was and Dementis, or so it would seem.
She was still trying to get her head around the thought of carrying the demon's child, she could remember the night he had done it as clear as day, it had threatened to be the end of them then and there, now she saw it as the start of the downfall that had followed, which didn't make her the lest bit surprised by her husbands question.
Did she know he still loved her, did she even believe in love anymore? It was a good question but one she knew the answer to. He loved her, he had always loved her just like she did him, nothing would ever change that but things could come between them, something that seemed to be proving itself in the form of Dementis leading her to ask the next question.
The fear that Dementis would someday claim her had always been there within her mind but now to have been claimed and have proof she wondered if it would be to much for her husband to bear. She knew he blamed himself for his other halves actions, saw the anger that was n his eyes even now... Could he stay by her side, would he be able to handle Dementis and hat would surly follow?
Where he had been holding onto her hand he let go, her face falling for she longed for his touch and now that tiny withdrawal made her feel alone again.
"Because," He had started "I know it's not your fault, that you didn't want this to happen."
The last part was true but the first, she knew Dementis, knew how his mind worked. He had said he'd have her one day, that he'd make it hardest thing she'd live through if she did at all. She knew it was fueled by his anger of her pulling away from him each time, it had lead to the rape and then to this.
"Dementis didn't tell me until just now, it thought it would be a nice surprise for us and a good show to boot. Apparently, it seems to like keeping things from me."
"But not me" her voice whispered thinking back over Dementis most spoken words to her and as for a show... Mark was right about that but a nice surprise, she'd rather have died by his hands then carry his child... if only he had given her a choice about that.
"As I said before though, I never wanted to leave, but I feared for your safety along with our daughter's. For the entire time I was away... I thought I was going to miss seeing Skyla grow up and not be able to live with my wife again. It rips my heart just thinking about it, Cara and I don't want to think about it again."
Now that she could understand, for her own heart had ripped and as she watched him move to pick up her ring she felt that pain all over again.
"I can't survive without you. When you took off your ring, my one and only thing that was keeping me alive was gone; you. I thought I had lost you, I thought you didn't love me anymore."
"No" she spoke with force wanting to reach out and take her ring back but knowing that she couldn't, darn her weakness. Even the look in his eye now made her want to turn away, oh how she hated that look even in his otherwise soft gaze.
"I don't want to feel that pain again."
"And neither do I." Her voiced quivered at this almost failing her. "I never want to loose you again, I never want you gone from my side. Every night I'd dream of you, night was the only time I was happy then in the mornings I had to wake up and you where gone. I didn't want to see the morrow."
A long silence come between them neither seeming able to hold back the tears.
"When that man kidnapped me so long ago he handcuffed himself to me so I couldn't run away from him. I'd happily handcuff myself to you for the rest of my life if it means I don't have to run the risk of losing you."
Trying to reach out him she finally did just enough to pull him down and kiss him in a long life giving kiss.
"Though I have to wonder." She stopped and looked deep into his eyes. "How did you know where to find me? Did HE tell you? I'm surprised he hasn't come out to see me yet, to rub this in my face. Mark I... I don't if I can do this, give birth to his child. I can see how much it pains you to even think about it. He's going to want more control I almost think I can see him fighting for it even now."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:28:34 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Fate; a funny and cruel thing indeed. You could never know what trick she had up her sleeve. He knew first hand of her tricks. She had been nothing but cruel to him during most of his life, making it so that his hometown hated him along with everyone else he met and for letting Katie rip his heart to shreds. Though in a way, he had to thank Fate for Katie leaving him. After all, if she didn't leave, he would have never met Cara in the first place and wouldn't have a child of his own. He was very glad, thrilled even, that she had actually loved him for himself, which he thought would never happen. Mark still couldn't understand though. Why did she pick him? Of all the men that were probably throwing themselves at her, why in the world did she pick him? He wasn't the greatest looking guy out there, in fact, he was rather intimidating and not to mention large. He had health problems, both mentally and psychically, despite being in his early thirties and he wasn't used to really interacting with anyone... at all. Despite being married, the dark haired man was still getting used to living with someone and having to take care of a child on top of that. Not that he didn't like having a family, he loved it, but it was just foreign to him.
As of right now though, he didn't really care about Fate. His focus was more on his wife and Dementis. He was so angry, so furious at the demon for what it had done to his wife. How dare it! How dare it treat his wife as it did then get her pregnant! Did it suspect he do nothing about it?! It thought it could get away with anything it wanted and suffer no consequences. Well, he was about to prove it wrong. He wasn't going to stand by no longer and let it treat his wife in such a manner. A part of him wanted to kill the child that was growing inside his wife, knowing that the child wasn't his. That was his dark part of his mind talking to him, the part that was more of a defense mechanism and sort of animalistic in its own way. It wasn't Dementis, that was for sure, but in some ways that part resembled it and tell you the truth, it was slightly terrifying to think of. It was as though the demon had rubbed off of him some. He didn't like to think that there was a part of him that was like his other half, but the sad truth was he indeed was. He had replied to her question, telling her that he still loved her because she didn't want this to happen and then said what was on his mind, picking up her ring from the table. He had heard her words, but continued with what he was saying. When he was done, Cara began to speak, her voice shaking and on the verge of tears.
"And neither do I." she started "I never want to loose you again, I never want you gone from my side. Every night I'd dream of you, night was the only time I was happy then in the mornings I had to wake up and you where gone. I didn't want to see the morrow." she paused for a long while, neither one of them stopping the tears that ran down their cheeks, "When that man kidnapped me so long ago he handcuffed himself to me so I couldn't run away from him. I'd happily handcuff myself to you for the rest of my life if it means I don't have to run the risk of losing you." she reached up again and this time was able to pull him down into a kiss, which he immediately relaxed into, loving it immensely, "Though I have to wonder." She stopped and looked deep into his eyes. "How did you know where to find me? Did HE tell you? I'm surprised he hasn't come out to see me yet, to rub this in my face. Mark I... I don't if I can do this, give birth to his child. I can see how much it pains you to even think about it. He's going to want more control I almost think I can see him fighting for it even now.". his wife finished quietly. It was true, Dementis was trying to get out, but Mark wasn't letting it. He was using his anger and hatred of it against it, those fierce emotions able to give him the strength to keep it back. His other half didn't like it, not one bit, but quite frankly, he didn't care. Keeping it in was only the beginning of its punishment for impregnating his wife and causing them so much pain. Mark let out a low sigh, signaling that he was emotionally drained but there were hints of annoyance toward the demon.
"Yes, it did, but I have no idea how it knew you were here let allow how it knew you were pregnant before you." though his eyes were soft, there was a edge of hardness and exhaustion, "But I assure you, it ain't coming out any time soon, I'll make sure of it even if I have stay awake. I promise you Cara, I'll make it pay for what it has done to you." he paused for a moment to look down at her stomach, his grey green eyes hardening even more though not to take over the softness that still laid within them, "As for its child... though it pains me that your carrying something from it..." he fell silent again, closing his eyes in thought, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I told you to get rid of him. This child... it sort of reminds me of myself. I'm sure people had told my mother to terminate her pregnancy or told her that she should have after I was born, especially those people that live in my hometown. I don't want no one, not even the child of a demon, to go through what I went through." he let out a other quiet sigh and met Cara's gaze, "It's not like the child asked to be here. So why should we cut his life short because of what his father has done?" he questioned.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:29:08 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Demons, who ever would have thought that they where real? Cara for one hadn't. For though she read about them just like she did fairies and unicorns it was fair harder for a child to believe that something could be so dark... oh how fate could prove you wrong.
Not only were the beliefs of the young women forever changed, a demon had come into her life and claimed her and now, like her husband she'd never be able to ran away from it and now a constant reminder would forever be in their lives.
Though Cara had reached up for her husband as she always had she thought she could see the hint of the demon looking out through his eyes. She told herself how much she loved her husband, how she'd never want to lose him, would chain herself to him if need be but... though one hand reached up to pull her husband down for a long kiss her other hand rested on her belly, she could not say that she felt the same for his other half and as much as she hated herself for it, the same could be said about the thoughts of the child now growing inside her.
Fear was the out-most word that came to mind, fear of the unknown. While Skyla was a beautiful, young girl with a seeming loving heart and a loving smile Cara had to wonder would this child be the same or would it be as heartless as the man whom had fathered it, the man who had known all along what had happened and where to find her when it wanted her back?
"Yes, it did, but I have no idea how it knew you were here let allow how it knew you were pregnant before you." Mark confirmed making more tears come to Cara's eyes proving once again just how heartless it was. "But I assure you, it ain't coming out any time soon, I'll make sure of it even if I have stay awake. I promise you Cara, I'll make it pay for what it has done to you."
Looking up at him Cara had to turn her gaze away. She had glanced up into her eyes and even that had been to hard. She now felt his gaze of her tummy, in her mind and heart knowing how much he hated the idea... how much they both hated the idea would he truly still love her with this demon child growing inside her?
"As for its child... though it pains me that your carrying something from it..."
A long pause, one that seemed to be drawn upon for the longest time before Mark finally went on.
"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I told you to get rid of him. This child... it sort of reminds me of myself. I'm sure people had told my mother to terminate her pregnancy or told her that she should have after I was born, especially those people that live in my hometown. I don't want no one, not even the child of a demon, to go through what I went through."
Hearing this she couldn't help but meet his gaze. There was so much wrong with what he had just said, so much that should have been changed about his past.
"It's not like the child asked to be here. So why should we cut his life short because of what his father has done?"
Now it was her turn to sigh, pulling in a few deep breathes as she re-ran his words throughout her mind. A child should never be judged, a baby more so for it still was still forming who they where but the parents where a big part of a child.
"But you weren't a demon to start off with." Cara's voice came suddenly cracking. "You where born of people who loved you, people of kind and caring souls. This child... though I know your right could be just as heartless as Dementis seems to be maybe even more so."
Her head turned away from him then, her hand going up to her neck where a trace of the cut Dementis had made to her neck still remained.
"He had a blood lust, he wants to kill I..." for a moment she trailed off. "I told you if you ever killed I'd have to leave you, I also told you I'd have to kill Dementis because of the life he had taken. I don't know how but somehow I at lest have some sway over your other half this child... I just I have many questions and the only one who can answer them is the one person neither of us want me to me."
Again she stopped, her head now turning back to Mark looking up into his eyes.
"I couldn't live with myself if I killed this child, but I couldn't live with myself if it grew up to be like him. Mark please... I think I need to talk to him. I don't think we have a choice."
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