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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:30:04 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Mark could still feel Dementis trying to get out, but he kept it in with his strong hatred toward the demon. He still couldn't believe what was happening, his mind still trying to process the news. His wife was somehow pregnant with his other half's child. He still was asking himself how it was possible. To tell you the truth, it shouldn't have been real. None of this should have been happening. He should have stayed with Cara thus not letting her wind up here and be home with her taking care of their daughter. But no, because of his stupidity and Dementis' cruelty, they were now wallowing in their own misery, more or less he was. It was his fault, he knew that, but he also knew that this time, his other half had a hand in this. He promised both Cara and himself that it would pay for what it did to her, all the pain that it had caused. He wasn't thinking of the pain it had cause him because pain was nothing new in his life. Sometimes it came because he deserved it and sometimes it came when he did nothing. That was just his life. His wife on the other hand, she didn't deserve to feel it. She had did nothing wrong and she was a kind-hearted person. She deserved better than then... then himself.
Now, they were at a crossroads. Let the baby growing inside her live or kill it. Despite his calm composure on the outside, the large man had mentally winced at just the thought of the question. His other half though had other feelings. He felt it's rage grow, hearing that it's child was at risk. He guessed that it was thinking that its victory, its proof of claiming Cara, was about to be stolen from it. Well, it might be, but he knew that the decision was not fully up to him. He only had so much say in this situation and the real and final decision was really up to Cara. After all, she was one that had to carry it, not him. So while he can but in his two cents, whatever happen to the baby would be up to his wife. Though it pained him, Mark told her what he thought, saying that he didn't think that the baby should have been judged just because how the father was and telling her that it reminded him of himself. He had heard the whispers as he walked through the town either with his parents or alone. Most of them saying that he shouldn't have been born, but there were something of them that said she should have gotten rid of him. He was suddenly snapped from his thoughts by Cara speaking.
"But you weren't a demon to start off with. 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." she turned her head away from him and gently brushed her scars on her neck, making Mark look down in shame, "He had a blood lust, he wants to kill I..." her words faded away before she started to speak again, "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." she then looked back at him, which in turn made him look up, "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." she ended quietly. That was the last thing he wanted to hear, but it seemed to be the thing the demon was waiting for. He heard a low sound in his mind that sounded like a victorious chuckle. His heart dropped at the sound, not really knowing what Dementis was up to. Who ever knew what his other half was up to? He surely didn't and he shared a body with it. The dark haired let out a sigh, not liking this situation at all.
"I mind as well have been with the way they treated me." he murmured quietly, "But we can raise this baby not to be like his father, something we couldn't do with Dementis. I know you have a say in this, I fully agree with that since you are the mother, but to tell you the truth, I don't know if anyone would adopt the baby if they knew who you're husband was." he let out a other sigh, knowing what was coming up, "If you want to talk to it, you can, but I don't know what it'll do once it get's control." Mark finished saying before closing his eyes lowering his head. Not even a few moments later, he lifted his head and a arrogant smirk slowly formed on his lips. One of his eyes opened to revel a grey orbs that showed smugness yet also had a sinister glint to it. Dementis had now taken control.
"Miss me? it purred before opening it's other eye and leaning down toward Cara, draping a muscular arm on the headboard of the bed, "I do hope you enjoy raising my child along side your daughter. By the way, how's the little brat doing?" he asked in a almost casual way.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:31:25 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
It was the remains of a nightmare, it had to be, life just wasn't like this. To live with a demon was one thing, something she had finally gotten used to before another curve ball was thrown her way, this time in the knowledge of the fact that she was carrying a demon child; one that Mark was two sided about himself for she could already tell that a battle was going on inside him.
The news had come with a shock but it was finally wearing off to be quickly replaced with a mountain of questions the first the hardest one to answer, the question of how it had even happened. Could she really carry a demon child for as long as it would take and would she be able to look upon it the same way she looked upon Skyla?
Dementis was always there, hiding behind Mark but he wasn't always in control, in her life like this child would be and then there was the life style of which Mark had lead... she couldn't put him through that again, couldn't put a child through that.
She questioned Mark about how he felt his answer one that pained him, he couldn't see this child harmed, it reminded him to much of himself.
Talking some more Cara could see there was only one person who could really answer the questions that needed answering and it was the one person neither one of them wanted unleashed. Dementis, the very being who had done it all.
Hearing her words a sigh passed over his lips, she could tell he didn't like the idea.
"I mind as well have been with the way they treated me." his voice came when she reminded him that he wasn't a demon, a fact she wished he'd understand. "But we can raise this baby not to be like his father, something we couldn't do with Dementis. I know you have a say in this, I fully agree with that since you are the mother, but to tell you the truth, I don't know if anyone would adopt the baby if they knew who you're husband was."
A sad faraway look came to pass over her face, adopt. Never in her life did she think she'd ever think about giving a child of herself away... now...
"If you want to talk to it, you can, but I don't know what it'll do once it gets control."
She said nothing still think over Mark's last set of words, so lost in thought was she that she hadn't noticed Mark closing his eyes giving his other half control. At least she didn't notice, not until the beast was leaning down over her, a wolf smile gracing his face.
"Miss me?" he purred his body moving so close she wouldn't be able to escape it even if she tried. "I do hope you enjoy raising my child alongside your daughter. By the way, how's the little brat doing?"
"Why would you care?" Cara voiced showing the only strength she could muster in her voice, though if you looked into her eyes the fear was inlayed within them.
"And to answer your other question no I didn't miss you, I'll never miss you. I told you, you are dead to me and I mean it the only reason I asked Mark to let you come out was because...because..." Her voice trailed off unable to say 'because of your child' "You know why. Why did you do this? How could you do this? Do you not care even about.... it? Mark was put through hell because everyone thought he was a demon and now this child will go through the same, do you really want that. I guess it's too late now, what's done is done you can't take it back..."
A few tears rolled down her face, her head turning so the metal in her skull now faced the demon.
"Just answer me this, what else are you going to do to punish me for not loving you?"
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:32:05 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
It felt good to be out again. When was the last time he was out? Weeks? Months? However long it was, it was too long for the demon. He absolutely despised being held in by his so-called 'noble' other half. Sure, he was going to protect him, even keep him alive when he had given up on life, but he annoyed him... a lot. Dementis never knew that there were so many ways to annoy someone, but rest assured, Mark was showing him just that. He frowned mentally at that. The most annoying thing Mark did was call him a 'it'. It was obvious to everyone that the demon was a male so why couldn't the human consider that? He had learned over the years that not only was his human half annoying, but also was the rest of the human race. Really, he had no idea how humans lived from day to day without tearing their hair out or at least punch someone. Yet there was one person who was exceptionally annoying: Cara. Yes, he loved her, but there were times he wanted to break that slender neck of her's. She was a thorn in his side yet... there wasn't really anything he could do to stop her. Not only did he hate her, he also loved her, much like his other half loved her. Dementis had no idea where it came from, but to tell you the truth, he somewhat didn't like it. He couldn't say that he fully didn't like it because that would be a lie, but that didn't mean he had to act like he liked it.
After gaining control, Dementis let a sly smirk appear on his lips as he asked her if she missed him. It was clear on her face that she didn't and was still harboring hard feelings toward him. Oh well, it didn't matter to him. She would get over it sooner or later. She was simply too kind to keep a grudge. Perhaps that was why he loved her. She was light and kind, the exact opposite of himself. He would say that the saying 'opposites attract' was true, but she seemed to hate him. Soon though, soon she would love him just as she loved her husband. Dementis had tried to seduce her like he had seen humans do, but those tactics never worked. So instead he did things his way. Getting her pregnant was the first step in his plan. Now that she was going to have his child, she would see that she was his and then realize that she loved him. Yes, it was only a matter of time. Once he leaned closer to her, Dementis asked her how Skyla was in a casual tone even though he had called her a brat. The young female didn't seem too please with what he had said, but once again, he brushed it off.
"Why would you care?" she asked boldly, though he could see in her eyes that she was afraid, "And to answer your other question no I didn't miss you, I'll never miss you. I told you, you are dead to me and I mean it the only reason I asked Mark to let you come out was because...because..." her words trailed off, making him quirk his eyebrow, but he knew what she meant, "You know why. Why did you do this? How could you do this? Do you not care even about.... it? Mark was put through hell because everyone thought he was a demon and now this child will go through the same, do you really want that. I guess it's too late now, what's done is done you can't take it back..." tears began to roll down her face as she turned her head away, the metal plate meeting the demon's gaze, "Just answer me this, what else are you going to do to punish me for not loving you?" she questioned quietly. Dementis kept silent for a few moments, thinking over her words. He wasn't really trying to hurt her, he was only trying to make her love him like she loved Mark. Oh sure, there was a part of him that did it in revenge, but it wasn't all of it. He had already tried telling her, but he didn't think she believed him. Why would it work now? His smirk had turned into a frown as he stared at her.
"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't trying to hurt you?" he questioned, continuing before she could answer though, "Of course you wouldn't, it's written all over your face. You think that I've done this just to be cruel and make your and Mark's life worse. Well, your wrong for the most part. Yes, I will admit that I want to hurt you for pushing me away, but it's not the sole reason I do the things I do." he paused for a moment, let his words sink in, "All I wanted was you to love me like you love Markus. Is that too much to ask? Besides," his voice lowered to a quiet yet slightly uneasy murmur, "I thought you would like a other child." Dementis finished quietly.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:32:44 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Seeing the demon again brought up fear, a fear that at first Cara had learnt to push aside and somehow ignore knowing that Dementis (though he hated it) gave her credit for standing up to him and not showing the fear she had for him, still... Now however, it was getting hard.
The rape had been the start, it had taken her back to the night when they had first meet, the deal they had struck but had never come to pass. He had told her he had let her out of it though now months later he had gone back on that word and claimed her, he had gone back on every promise he had ever made her.
Now as he looked down at her she saw his smirk, one that she knew meant he was up to something the question of if she had missed him falling from his lips.
The answer should have been clear, but in the strongest voice she could find she told him straight out that she'd never miss him answer that question along with the other he had asked about Skyla.
One thing kept going through her mind ever since the night they had meant and Dementis had told her how he felt towards her. He had been on the bed crying telling her that he loved her and that he'd kill her if she ever tried to leave. Therefore, she couldn't help but question. He had seen how Mark showed her his love; he had lived with humans for only he'd know how long if he wanted to her love why did he only show her pain? That was the question she asked.
For the first time since that night it seemed that the demon was at a loss for words which made Cara's head turn back towards him. It was rear to see the demon in this frame of mind a look of hurt about his face as he looked down at her; mostly it was anger that blazed in his eyes when she got under his skin, now though...
"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't trying to hurt you?"
She raised a brow, the look on her face clearly all that he needed for he cut her off when she was just about to answer.
"Of course you wouldn't, it's written all over your face. You think that I've done this just to be cruel and make your and Mark's life worse. Well, you’re wrong for the most part. Yes, I will admit that I want to hurt you for pushing me away, but it's not the sole reason I do the things I do."
Again the look of doubt was written all over her face but as he remained silent she thought over his last few words wondering what this 'sole reason' could be.
"All I wanted was you to love me like you love Markus. Is that too much to ask? Besides,"
The first thought that came to mind when she heard those words was 'had he really just asked me that?' but she once again held her tongue, though in truth it was hard to do so.
"I thought you would like a other child."
Closing her eyes Cara took in a few long breaths her hands falling to her belly.
"You have a strange way of going about earning it Dementis." She spoke at last. "Love is earned, it isn't just giving and the way you're trying to prove it... in truth is pushing me away. You have tried to force everything I feel for you, ever since that deal. You say you aren't trying to hurt me but...."
It was her turn to pause looking at her ring that was still on the table.
"When Katie left Mark do you remember how he felt? He wanted to die rather than live with the pain, that's how I felt. I never knew if he planned to come back, if he was alive... or dead if he still loved me or not. I hate to say it but at least with Katie he knew where he stood."
With all the strength she could find she reached out and took hold of the demon's hand.
"In order for me to believe you I... I just need to know that I can trust you. Mark keeps telling me you don't know how you feel about me you want me dead but also that you love me... it doesn't work like that. Either you love me or you don't... love, true love is with loving something with everything in you. You'd live and die for that person, you're lost without them, you'd die without them... I came close."
Her free hand still rested on her tummy another sigh falling from her lips.
"I do want another child, I told Mark that I always wanted two, hopefully one of each but to tell you something I never told Mark everyone thought I was nuts, that I should of gotten rid of it, given it away, that it was in danger because of you. A demon child is going to have a hard enough life, you know what Mark went through and I'm not trying to be curl but the way you went about giving me this child..."
Again she stopped not truly knowing how to go on.
"If only you could have gone about it the right way, if only you weren’t still trying to claim me... maybe, maybe then I could believe you."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:33:28 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Dementis could see her fear; her eyes gave away how she felt with him being so close. On any other occasion, he would have thrived on it and enjoy the emotion he was causing her to feel. Now though, was a totally different story or at least now it was. When he first came out and spoke to her, he liked the fact that she feared him so openly, something that hardly happened since she grew accustomed to pushing it to the side. After all, he could hurt her or even perhaps send her back into that coma she had been in before. Entertaining ideas yes, but he could hardly feel Mark disapproving it. Of course, what else was he supposed to expect from her husband? Ever since he had met Cara, Mark had grown weak and soft for her, even doing things that he wouldn’t even have dreamed of before. To say the least, the demon was disgusted by it, but he was also startled by the sudden change. After so many years of living alone, taunted and feared by everyone, he had actually grown used to the lifestyle and actually helped Mark endure it. Now though, he didn’t know what to do or to expect. It was so frustrating! He was surprised he hadn’t to pull his own hair out from the frustration he was feeling on a daily bases, especially at times like this when he was trying to convince Cara that he wasn’t all bad. As of now, he doubt he had convinced her, but he wasn’t going to give up. He absolutely hated giving up on something.
After boldly answering his question about Skyla with a question of her own, she told him that she still thought that he was dead to her. He let out a mental snort at that. Please. If she really thought him dead then she wouldn't wanted him out in the first place. Dementis knew that Cara still thought of him, he wasn't stupid. Even if it was out of fear or hate, she still thought of him. He remained quiet as she continued to speak, going on and on about the pain he had cause both her and Mark along with his human half's past. When she had turned her, the metal plate that was on her skull met his gaze, gleaming dimly in the room's light. The demon examined it in morbid fascination though he did still listen to the young female. Sometimes he was amazed at what simple minded humans could do to the human body. Replace legs, open someone's heart without killing them, bring them back from the brink of death, and so much more. Dementis could still remember that many of those things were unheard of, even considered as witchcraft. He chuckled mentally to himself at the thought. Witchcraft; a mere fantasy made by humans to explain the unknown. When she was done, he remained silent for a few moments before speaking, telling her that though he wanted revenge, he was just wanted her to love him as she did Mark. To tell you the truth though, he still thought she wasn't going to believe him.
"You have a strange way of going about earning it Dementis." she said with her eyes closed and her hands on her stomach, "Love is earned, it isn't just giving and the way you're trying to prove it... in truth is pushing me away. You have tried to force everything I feel for you, ever since that deal. You say you aren't trying to hurt me but...." her eyes had opened by this time and she glanced at her ring on the table, much like Mark had done before, "When Katie left Mark do you remember how he felt? He wanted to die rather than live with the pain, that's how I felt. I never knew if he planned to come back, if he was alive... or dead if he still loved me or not. I hate to say it but at least with Katie he knew where he stood." Dementis couldn't help but tense slight when she grabbed his hand, not really expecting her to do so, "In order for me to believe you I... I just need to know that I can trust you. Mark keeps telling me you don't know how you feel about me you want me dead but also that you love me... it doesn't work like that. Either you love me or you don't... love, true love is with loving something with everything in you. You'd live and die for that person, you're lost without them, you'd die without them... I came close." a quiet sigh came from her lips, "I do want another child, I told Mark that I always wanted two, hopefully one of each but to tell you something I never told Mark everyone thought I was nuts, that I should of gotten rid of it, given it away, that it was in danger because of you. A demon child is going to have a hard enough life, you know what Mark went through and I'm not trying to be curl but the way you went about giving me this child..." she paused once more before going on, "If only you could have gone about it the right way, if only you weren’t still trying to claim me... maybe, maybe then I could believe you." she finished in a quiet tone. Upon hearing her last statement, Dementis quickly stood up and took a few steps away from her bed, ripping his hand away from her grasp and turning his back toward her. He knew it. This was the sole reason why he never got his hopes up unlike his dim-witted human half. Those who foolishly hoped for something always got their dreams ripped apart right in front of them. He should know that after seeing what Mark had gone through all his life. Hope after hope had gotten broken right in front of him, but he still continued to hope for things. Stupid idiot. Why wasn't Mark broken after thirty years of misery and disappointment? He should have. He should have after all the things he had gone through, after all the things he had seen. Yet he still continued to fight like he actually had something to live for. Well thinking about it now, he did. Cara and his daughter were perhaps the only things he thought were worth living for. He lowered his head, letting the brim of his hat shield his eyes, before he began to speak.
"And that was what I meant when I said you wouldn't believe me." he said lowly, hidden anger under his low tone, "You don't seem to get that because I'm not human, I feel much more differently than you humans. Heck, I'm not even supposed to have emotions yet I do. I'm not supposed to love, care, or feel anything that would interfere with what I'm really supposed to do. Though lo and behold, I do and I hate it." he spat out, his hands curling into tight fists, "I hate feeling emotions and I hate being stuck in this body and being forced to share it. I never asked for any of this! But that good for nothing priest had to mess with forces that he didn't comprehend. It's his fault not mine." Dementis let out a sigh, placing two fingers on the bridge of his nose, "I want to love you like Mark does, like you want me to. Really I do, but I don't think that's going to be possible, not for me. I've tried to love like everyone else, but it always ends badly and not like you wanted it to be. You hate me because of me trying to love you though I try to do it right." he then gave a light shrug, "I guess I am incapable of loving someone. Not that you care though."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:34:07 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Could he love her? Could a demon love? These where questions that Cara had been trying to figure out for awhile now. What was love anyway, the kind that made her love her husband but hate Dementis, could it be that while the demon loved her (in his own way) she simply couldn't allow herself to love him?
The demon had stated from the start that he felt something towards her that he shouldn't in fact while stating this he also claimed that it would be a different kind of feeling then what was normal... a claim towards her, not a soul mate which maybe why she still pulled away, though she could reach out to him, such as holding his hand as she did now, though that quickly changed thanks to her words.
"And that was what I meant when I said you wouldn't believe me."
Though his voice was low Cara couldn't help but hear the underlying anger, see his clenched hands making her fear him even more, his rage the very thing she feared the most.
"You don't seem to get that because I'm not human, I feel much more differently than you humans. Heck, I'm not even supposed to have emotions yet I do. I'm not supposed to love, care, or feel anything that would interfere with what I'm really supposed to do. Though lo and behold, I do and I hate it."
Upon hearing his last words it was her turn to ball up a hand, his words stinging her heart.
"I hate feeling emotions and I hate being stuck in this body and being forced to share it. I never asked for any of this! But that good for nothing priest had to mess with forces that he didn't comprehend. It's his fault not mine. I want to love you like Mark does, like you want me to. Really I do, but I don't think that's going to be possible, not for me. I've tried to love like everyone else, but it always ends badly and not like you wanted it to be. You hate me because of me trying to love you though I try to do it right."
Counting down from ten (a trick she had used for so long now it seemed like second nature) her eyes turned back to the man in black, his back towards her almost making him look like a shadow, a cloud that loomed about her, the only sign of life being the small shrug that it gave.
"I guess I am incapable of loving someone. Not that you care though."
Now that stung, here she thought even the demon knew her better than that.
"You're wrong if that's what you think." She spoke with force. "I do care and you can love, at least I think you can."
She stopped there trying to think of the best way to speak her thoughts though in truth they'd sound insane.
"You may hate shearing a body with Mark but that's not all you shear, you shear a heart and maybe, maybe it time you start listening to it instead of only trying control his mind. You care for your other half, you'd live and die for him, wish no harm came to him want to protect him that's love."
With one hand she reached over her shoulder felling the scare that was there, the heart knowing that below it was the five pointed star.
"You say you hate feeling, you shouldn't it's that, that at least makes you somewhat human, that which hasn't allowed you to kill me and for that I'm thankful for it's also made me realize that if I myself tried to get rid of you it would kill Mark in every meaning of the word."
A small sigh fell from her lips and reaching over for her ring a shot of pain ran through her making her cry out though she picked it up.
"When Mark and I married I saw you within his eyes, when Skyla was born I knew you were there, when I was kidnapped I know you tore the chains that held me away from you. I DO know you care."
Moving again she moved her legs to the side of the bed and forced herself to stand making the machine for her heart jump and speed up, this was something she shouldn't be doing but knew she had to.
Walking up to him she placed a hand to his arm slowly making him turn towards her.
"You left and came back; I gave Mark a second chance maybe... maybe I should do the same for you to."
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:34:43 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Ah, wasn’t this just lovely? Coming out to the one you love only to be treated with disdain. Well of course he didn’t expect any better from her because of their past interactions. There were many times that his human half had told him that he had dug himself a proverbial hole with Cara, but he had always brushed off his words. Now, he was actually taking those words into consideration. She was so displeased when he had first came out, when she actually wanted him to, and didn’t even grace him with a answer to his Skyla question. Oh sure, he could have made it better and not called her a brat, but to the demon, that what she was. When he had first seen her, he was awed and yet slightly disgusted that all humans started out so small and helpless. To tell you the truth, he couldn’t view Mark that way or even as a child though he had been there for some of his childhood. Well, he wouldn’t call it a childhood or at least not a childhood he had read in books. Mark’s seemed to be the exact opposite of a ‘normal’ one. Having his whole hometown against him and the mayor dead set on making him like everyone else. He hated that man to no end for not only what he done to Mark but also to himself. If it wasn’t for that old man, he wouldn’t be here and sharing a body in the first place. He stood right beside Mark when he said he would get revenge for what the priest had done. Now, it was only a matter of time until Mark actually gained enough courage to return to his hometown. Then Dementis would be able to extract his revenge on the man who had caused him and Mark so much pain.
Dementis knew that Cara didn’t believe that he loved her. It was clear in her words. All she believed about him was that he was a heartless monster that wanted nothing more than to ruin her and Mark’s life. He would never tell her, but the truth of the matter was her words hurt him. He always played it off as though he was amused or her words simply angered him, but deep down they hurt. The demon hated for feeling such a way, thinking that it was weak for him to do so, but he couldn’t stop the pain even if he wanted to. Though she had grabbed hold of his leather clad hand, he quickly ripped it from her grasp when she was finished with her last statement. He was angry and his words only slightly hid the emotion, his hands curling into tight fists as he spoke. He knew she wouldn’t believe him, but he had tried to show her his side of the story. He told her that he hated to feel emotions that he shouldn’t have had, that it just confused him to no end, but a voice in his head kept telling him that she wasn’t going to believe him. It would be like the other times and nothing within the demon’s knowledge would change that. Keeping his back toward her, Dementis quietly listened to the young woman.
"You're wrong if that's what you think. I do care and you can love, at least I think you can." he stopped for a moment though he still did not look back at her despite her words, "You may hate shearing a body with Mark but that's not all you shear, you shear a heart and maybe, maybe it time you start listening to it instead of only trying control his mind. You care for your other half, you'd live and die for him, wish no harm came to him want to protect him that's love." Dementis couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at her words, remembering on numerous occasions where she had said he was heartless, "You say you hate feeling, you shouldn't it's that, that at least makes you somewhat human, that which hasn't allowed you to kill me and for that I'm thankful for it's also made me realize that if I myself tried to get rid of you it would kill Mark in every meaning of the word." when she cried out, he found himself automatically looking over his shoulder to see what had happened, evidence that he did indeed care for her, "When Mark and I married I saw you within his eyes, when Skyla was born I knew you were there, when I was kidnapped I know you tore the chains that held me away from you. I DO know you care." he blink, dumbfounded that she was getting up and walking toward him, "You left and came back; I gave Mark a second chance maybe... maybe I should do the same for you to." she said softly have gently turning him fully toward her. Dementis remained silent, not really sure what was happening or how to react. Did she have a change of heart? Only by what he had said? To tell you the truth, he couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be possibly be happening… could it? That same voice that had told him she wouldn’t believe him was now saying that this was merely a trick of her’s and that her words weren’t true. A part of him wanted to believe it, but there was a other part of him that was thinking differently. Maybe her words were true and all along he was simply thinking more with his mind than with his heart. This confused him greatly. Nothing was adding up to him since love wasn’t exactly his strongest points. His broad shoulders dropped as he let out a low sigh of defeat, giving up for now on trying to understand love.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” he murmured quietly, a part of Mark showing in his voice, “And I don’t know why you’re giving me a second chance or even why you said what you did. I suddenly have a heart? Even after what I’ve done to you, after what you’ve said? Last time I checked you believed that I was a heartless monster and that I was dead to you. Now though you’re acting as though none of that matters, not even me getting you pregnant matters.” by this time his voice had rose a little bit, but it still held a somewhat confused undertone to it, “What did I do? What did I say that made you suddenly change your mind? I don’t get why you’ve suddenly had a change of heart. And what’s with this ‘think more with heart and not with your mind’ thing? I thought that was what I was doing all along. This thing… this whole love business it’s so… so…” once again he let out a quiet sigh, “confusing.” he whispered quietly, looking away from the young female.
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Post by witch on Oct 14, 2010 14:35:23 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Could it be that she had been wrong about love, that you could only be in love with one person at a time? That you gave yourself fully to one person and that when it came to love you turned a blind eye to all others? Isn't that the vow she had made on her wedding day? Maybe, maybe this was different, for after all Mark and Dementis (all logic aside) was one person, one being.
When the demon told her she didn't care about him she found the words a stinging blow. Though she hated him she cared for him, now realizing more than ever how much alike she and Dementis really where when it came to loving each other. Maybe that was why she had gotten out of her bed to reach out to him when he pulled away.
Though it pained her with every move she turned him towards her, telling him a second chance was needed and offered along with stating that he should follow his heart more than his mind, words that seemed to confuse him along with everything else she seemed to be saying for that confused look just seemed to grow.
For what seemed like a life time she waited after she had finished speaking, waited for him to yell, to accept to question all she saw was a slight shrug of his board shoulders and all she heard was a low sigh.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” his words came making her smile hearing not only her husband within those few spoken words but also the caring voice of Dementis.
“And I don’t know why you’re giving me a second chance or even why you said what you did. I suddenly have a heart? Even after what I’ve done to you, after what you’ve said? Last time I checked you believed that I was a heartless monster and that I was dead to you. Now though you’re acting as though none of that matters, not even me getting you pregnant matters.”
Now it was her time to sigh, his words where true after all and when she had called him a heartless monster she had meant it, as the whole pregnant thing well... she'd just have to push that aside along with the rising pitch of his voice.
“What did I do? What did I say that made you suddenly change your mind? I don’t get why you’ve suddenly had a change of heart. And what’s with this ‘think more with heart and not with your mind’ thing? I thought that was what I was doing all along. This thing… this whole love business it’s so… so…”
Cara merely waited.
“Confusing.”
Now to this she nodded, unable to agree more. Mark was the first true love she had ever had but before that there had been crushes, people who just seemed to pull her along and though she thought she had come a long way maybe in truth she was just as unknowing as the demon. Still he had asked her a question and now to try and answer it.
"Maybe, maybe it's because I finally understand what you're saying and where you come from. You've said from the start you don't really know how you feel about me you hate me yet you love me maybe I realize I feel the same towards you. Maybe I couldn't love you before because I felt like I was betraying Mark; I was always told that you love one person and one person only or maybe..."
She trailed off before she finally took a deep breath and just went for it.
"Maybe it's because I'm scared. I may act brave around you but inside I'm still scared maybe I'm scared of loving you to then lose you. Losing Mark was hard enough but to lose you too..."
A long drown out sigh passed over his lips her head in her hands.
"Before I meet you I thought I was in love with Eric I found out quite awhile later he was in love with someone else. I lost him twice now, now I don't even know if he knows I'm alive. I cried over losing him, felt so broken that no one would ever love me. The first man I kissed, he kissed me back and afterwards I never heard from him again."
This time when she stopped talking her hand went up to her locket a faraway look crossed over her face.
"My mother died of a broken heart loving one person and losing them is hard enough, but to lose two..."
Finally her gaze came up her eyes landing on Dementis' back for he still had not turned to fully face her.
"Love is the closest thing we have to magic and maybe finally I've realized it's not something that you should run from." A slight dizzy feeling came over her then, her knees and legs starting to feel weak. "Besides I don't think I could do much running right now anyway."
With that said her eyelides started to flutter, her breath becoming short. Dementis had been right she shouldn't have been out of bed her head was swimming, feeling both heavy and light at the same time.
"Infact I don't even think I can stay awake"
And with that her eyes started to close and her legs fail her, to weak to hold her up any longer.
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