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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 21:14:24 GMT -5
"Just relax, love." Hayven said, not wanting her to wake up just yet. "Stay with me. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, your probably exhausted. Just let me hold you." He whispered, his noncholant and lighthearted demeanour returning as he gazed down at her with love in his eyes. "Oh, and Victor and I had a little talk in pergatory- I made sure he had a nice little meeting with the man in red." Hayven said, winking.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 22:57:47 GMT -5
Colby smiled. "Good, and..Oh...I was about to wake up..." She whispered and hugged him tightly, crying again. "I miss you so much...I miss waking up with you warming me, and touching me...And you know, other things..." SHe kissed him tenderly. SHe still wanted to make love with him in this dream, have him as long as possible, and touch him while she could.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 30, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
"Don't worry love, you won't have to miss me much longer." Hayven promised, still keeping his arms around her while he comforted her. "How is the pregnancy going? Have you been to see the doctor?" Hayven asked, wanting to make sure he got the question out before things got too hot and heavy between them and he forgot.
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2009 18:12:10 GMT -5
"It's...Two more weeks and then they'll be coming," she answered, kissing his cheek. "They gave me vitamins...I'm not sure for what though." Colby nuzzled him again. "We're having three, did I tell you? I think I did in the phone call...I'm so sorry I did those things," she whimpered, guilt filling her face. "All of that was my fault...I'm so sorry..."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 30, 2009 18:49:23 GMT -5
"Love, what are you talking about?" Hayven asked, utter confusion marring his features. "You did absolutely nothing wrong. None of this is your fault, and to blame yourself for it is ridiculous. Honestly, I was the one who called you, and I was the one who tried and failed to keep you away from that psycopath. Besides, I would rather have it this way than....than how it could have turned out." Hayven said, his jaw slightly tightening as he considered other possible outcomes. "No more of this, angel. No more troubling yourself with burdens that aren't yours to bear. Just lie down, and let me take your pain away." Hayven said, a small grin on his face as he eased her foreward and onto the bed.
After getting himself numb enough so that he no longer felt the pain, or saw strait for that matter, Damon dropped the bottle of jack daniel's and pushed open his bedroom door. Stumbling into the hallway, he knocked over a vase as he stumbled towards the room he remembered that he'd assigned to Stephen. He wasn't sure what exactly he hoped to do once he found Stephen, all he knew was that he needed to be around her right now and try to apologize for what had transpired earlier.
As Aaroe fell to his knees, he tried to place Caryssa on the ground as delicately as possible as he collapsed. He couldn't will his body foreward, no matter how many times he tried to rise from his weakened state on the forest floor. He needed to get her help, and fast. They didn't have much time left, and he wasn't even sure where he was going. He'd just continued in the direction Nicholas had sent them in. Hell, maybe the traitor hadn't had any idea where they were going in the first place. Maybe all this time he had been wandering through the forest like an aimless fool, waisting what little time Caryssa had left. Panic hit him hard like a freight train as he glanced over at Caryssa, not even able to rise himself, let alone carry her any farther. This was bad, VERY bad. As darkness took him, Aynon prayed, which was some odd considering he didn't beleive in god, whispering a foreign incantation he'd always believed to be a prayer from his infant years that a mother he barely remembered had sung to him as a lullaby.
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2009 19:34:55 GMT -5
Colby listened to him and nodded, wiping her face of tears and smiling back at him. She laid back on the bed and smiled more. "Okay...Make me forget all about the burdens," she said in a seductive voice, posing in a suggestive way.
Stephen was still asleep, but upon hearing stumbling she stood and pulled the covers around her and went to her door. SHe rubbed her eyes. "Damon? What're you doing?" she asked in a soft voice.
Caryssa stirred slightly when she felt lack of movement and heard whispers. She could hardly open her eyes. She reached over and touched Aynon. She tried to speak, but couldn't find her lips or her voice. She felt a few tears fall down her face, and another bloody nose erupted. She'd given up on wiping them away since they came so frequently. Her face had lots of dried blood coated on it. She moved slowly and wiped her eyes. "A...ynon..." she mumbled. "Are...we go...nna...die?" she asked finally, figuring out how to make her lips work though her voice was scratchy and distant. Her eyes were even getting that look- distant and close to Death's Door.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 30, 2009 20:17:50 GMT -5
"My pleasure." Hayven said, his mischevious grin creeping back onto his face as he crawled onto the bed and positioned his body above hers. Moving his mouth to the spot he remembered was the most tender on her neck, he began playfully sucking and niping as he worked his way up to her earlobe. "You know..." he mumbled, "There are some advantages to being dead and all, like this."
Not answering her, Damon pushed his way inside the door, roughly grabbing her by the face and kissing her. His hands went to her waist, quickly pinning her against the wall. His grib was tight, tight enough to leave a bruise as he forced her mouth open with his tongue. (p.s., what is she wearing)
Two men dressed in regal metal chainmail appeared before Caryssa and Aynon. They spoke in a foreign language, conversing with eachother as they appraised the two figures slumped over on the ground. Finally, four more figures appeared from the forest as they gently lifted the two figures onto Cots. As one of them realized Caryssa was awake, a man with long purple hair and grey eyes moved his hand over her face, obviously preforming some kind of magic that put the poor girl to sleep. The two of them were thereafter shortly teleported to a room in which men dressed in ragged patched clothing and gruff beards. They worked vigorously to treat the two limp bodies, eventually healing them with ancient magic and then sending them into a recovery room. A few hours later, Aynon regained conscious, his muscles stiff and sore but at least working. As he pushed himself off of the hay bed he had come to rest on, he lookd around, totally unfamiliar with his surroundings. He appeared to be in a building made of a thatched roof built with hay, walls composed of dry clay, and a floor made of dirt. Over to his left, he spoted something that made hi believe that maybe there was a god out there over all. "Caryssa!" Aynon said, rushing to the hay bed parallelll of his and shaking the girl lying on top of it gently.
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2009 20:37:35 GMT -5
"Being to please me in my dreams?" she asked, confused. She didn't see many advantages to being dead. Colby let out soft moans and bucked against him, kissing his head when she could. She really missed this.
Stephen let out a soft, startled noise and was jolted awake. Not that she didn't want to do him or anything- but she could taste the Jack in his mouth and smell it on him. He was, or had to be, drunk. She pushed against him gently, but found her body responding to his despite the circumstances being...not what she'd wanted. She felt her sides bruising and winced in pain.
Caryssa let out a soft noise and started to stir. She rubbed her eyes and felt them open all the way. She blinked in surprise and smiled up at Aynon and hugged him tightly. "We're alive!" she said happily, her smile so wide she was sure it'd get stuck that way. She did something unexpected too- she kissed him out of pure happiness. They'd lived.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 30, 2009 21:26:40 GMT -5
"No, love." Hayven laughed, sucking on her earlobe playfull as he ran a hand under her shirt, tracing her bellybutton lightly. "The fact that we can have sex since your not pregnant in this reality." he whispered into her ear, his voice filled with a mixture of laughter and lust.
Damon tugged at her towel roughly as his mouth wandered downward, stopping right above her right breast and biting down hard. He drew blood, and didn't even taste it in his mouth as one of his hands slid up her inner thigh towards her core.
Aynon kissed her back, too lost in hte same joy Caryssa felt to actually think about what he was doing. Holding her in his arms tightly, he let her go just long enough to make sure she had no bruises or cuts on her before pulling her back into his arms. Finally letting go of her, he managed to think clear enough to ask, "Are you okay? How do you feel?" His first priority was making sure Caryssa was healthy and cured of the red cold, his second being trying to figure out who'd taken them and where they'd been taken them.
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2009 21:48:47 GMT -5
"Oh! Yes, that is definitely a benefit," she agreed and let out a soft noise of pleasure as he traced her bellybutton. She had an 'inny.' "I like that we can just will our clothes off," she whispered into her ears, and she was naked.
She let a sharp noise of pain and pushed harder at his immobile form. "No," she whimpered, starting to struggle more against him. She let out a loud squeak as he touched her without her consent, and she started to hit him. "No! Damon, stop! NO!" she struggled, but she was pinned between him- an unmovable force- and a wall- an immovable force.
"I'm great! I feel fantastic! How do you feel? Oh my gosh, I spread that danged cold to you, I'm so sorry..." She drifted off, and then hugged him again before pulling away. "Where are we?"
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 30, 2009 23:05:33 GMT -5
Hayven bit down on his lower lip as his eyes took in the sight of her body. "God, your beautiful." he said, his mouth moving back to her lips. As his hand started to move up her body, he paused- something felt wrong. As screams invaded the dream- Stephen's screams- a sad look swept across Hayven's face. "I have to go now, but I'll be back soon. I promise." Hayven said, moving his mouth up to hers for one last kiss as his hand moved back down her body and came to rest on her stomach where he knew his three children were growing inside of her.
"Aww, shut up bitch." Damon said, slapping her across the face hard and bloodying both her nose and lip. Pushing his body roughly against hers, he grinded hard against her until he was hard. Slamming her back against the wall, he forced himself inside of her, pumping his body into hers violently until he finally came. Pulling out, his breath came out hot and unsteady and his body glistened with sweat, the scent of jack daniels now on Stephen too. Stumbling away from her, Damon passed out in a messy heap on the floor, completely naked.
"I'm not sure yet, but I plan to-" Aynon began to say, but was cut off as five men dressed in what appeared to be similar to the peasant clothing medieval villagers wore in the past walked in. All five men had pointy ears, indicating they were of elven descent. There features seemed pleased bu serious as they surveyed the two now conscious figures. "Your awake." The man that appreared to be the oldest said, stepping foreward as if to indicate he dominated over the rest of the group. "We are pleased to see you both survived." Aynon stepped in front of Caryssa protectively, moving her body behind his as he adressed the man. "Thank you for providing us aid during out time of need. Where are we?" "You are in the imperial headquarters of the Elven Resistance." The man responded, his eyes drifting from Aynon to Caryssa and then back again. Aynon exchanged a confused look with Caryssa, wondering if she had ever heard of them.
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2009 23:19:19 GMT -5
Colby kissed him back, but also started to become aware of the wrong. "what's wrong?" she asked before he left, sitting up. She wasn't quite aware of Stephen's screams, but she was growing aware of odd noises of struggles that weren't part of her dream.
She stopped her screams, eyes wide and frightened and horrified. Now she had bruises on both sides of her face from two men, one who was always cruel and one she'd only assumed to be just a verbal jerk. She let out a ragged scream and pushed and shoved and scratched at him as he forced himself into her and took what wasn't rightfully his. She let out another jerky sob/scream as he came into her and then pulled away. She slid to the floor, sobbing and shaking and bruised and bloodied. She felt something creeping up her stomach and she sprinted to the bathroom and threw up in disgust. She curled up on the cold bathroom floor and held herself, sobbing softly. She'd been violated by someone she had started to have feelings for. She sat up and heaved, but anything in her stomach was gone by this point. Her blond hair matted itself to her bloodied and spitup face. Fear filled her face suddenly at the thought he'd come at her again, or worse. She shut the bathroom door, and locked it. She hugged herself again and let exhaustion eventually overtake her exhausted, sore, and battered body.
Caryssa gave him a similar expression. She'd never heard of them- hell, all this supernatural crap was new to her. She waited silently for whatever they wanted to be revealed.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 30, 2009 23:47:14 GMT -5
Before Hayven could say another word, the illusion started to shatter like broken glass. The interference of reality in the dream invaded the illusion as Hayven was trapped in the dream world while Colby was pulled back to reality, a dimension in which he could not exist in.
As Damon regained consciousness a few hours later, he became acutely aware of the fact that he wasn't in the room he should've been in. As he tried to stand up, a hangover hit him hard, sending him to the floor a second time. Well at least he knew one thing- whatever had happened, he'd been drunk as hell through it. Using the wall for support, Damon slowly looked around, being careful not to move too quickly in fear of making the headache worse. He was in Stephen's room, but why? As his eyes drifted to the bathroom door, he stumbled towards it, trying the doorknob and finding that it was locked. "Stephen?" Damon called out woozily, knocking on the door a few times. "You in there?" he asked, confused about why he was in her room and she was locked in her bathroom.
"We are the resistance to the Prince Fhilip and the kingdom in place at this time." Aynon shook his head, confused about why he had never heard about this before. "Where are...your headquarters located?" Aynon asked, hoping it would gain him some perspective on the situation. "We are located deep within the mountain, and only those who are born or have been here before can find us." The man explained. "Ahh..." Aynon said, thinking this explained alot. "So...ah...I greatly appreciate what you have done for us, and I will pay you money or aid you in return by another means, but Caryssa and I have urgent business to attend." The men exchanged anxious looks with eachother before averting their attention back to Aynon. "We are sorry...but you cannot leave." This was what Aynon had been afriad of. Preparing himself for a fight, Aynon ushered Caryssa even further back into the room.
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Post by Milk on Jul 1, 2009 0:05:54 GMT -5
Colby sat up, rubbing her head. She wiped her eyes and sniffled, but reminded herself that Hayven had told her he'd see her soon. And with that in mind, her heart was soothed a little. She could have sworn she heard screaming in the other room, but now it was silent. She stood and walked to the door, hesitating. She wondered if Stephen or anyone else was up, or what time it was for that matter.
Stephen was locked in the bathroom, and she'd woken moments earlier from a nightmare that he'd gotten into the room like something from the Shining and raped her again. She wished she hadn't fallen asleep in the bathroom and protected Colby from him in case he had woken in his drunkenness and went to take her. If he'd hurt her...God she'd just have to kill herself. She moved away from the door when he knocked, letting out a terrified sob/squeak and she grabbed the plunger, which offered her the best weapon. She curled against the tub, holding the plunger to the door threateningly. She was shaking and cold and there was dried blood on her face and breast and- to her disgust and pain- outside her inner thigh and against her thighs and legs. Her breathing rose a few decibels.
Caryssa let out a soft noise of fear and pressed herself into the wall, eyes wide. "Why can't we leave? We won't tell anyone we were here, we swear!"
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 1, 2009 0:19:26 GMT -5
The sobs comming from inside the bathroom were unmistakably Stehpens. "Stephen, what's wrong? Are you okay?"he asked, worry rising within him at the sound of the sobs comming from inside the bathroom. "Stephen, please, just open the door and tell me whats wrong.." Always a man of little patience, Damon was trying his best to keep his tone calm and understanding as he knocked a few times again. "It's just Damon." he said, hoping she'd realize it was him and let her in. Maybe she'd finally lost it after all the hell they'd been through- not that he'd blame her. The only thing that kept him sane was a bottle of jack daniels and sometimes two or three if he was having a particularly bad night. He wasn't sure how many bears he'd had last night, but he knew he'd gone through at least a six pack and been so drunk off his ass he couldn't remember a thing.
"Caryssa...I don't think thats what they're worried about..." Aynon said, eyeing the men suspiciously. "We need your help in the resistance." The man with the beard said, his eyes focused on the both of them. "But...how can we help....I can fight well enough, but Caryssa...." he said, glancing back at her.
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