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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 10:06:25 GMT -5
*Elisabeta struggled against him, but the strain from earlier had taxed her greatly. She only managed to lean back and sneer at him, her voice gruff.*
"Wife."
*She tilted her head slightly, observing him coldly.*
"And you...you are the weakling that She swoons for. Honestly, I would expect more from a woman of her...experience."
*She smiled cruelly.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 10:10:44 GMT -5
*Crane's calm face became somehow eerie, as if the side of him that he kept out of Sylvia's life was resurefacing*
"Now, now. We can't have any of that, can we?"
*He held onto her arms tightly*
"I'd advise you to go along with this as possible. Otherwise, I may be forced to make you a bit more frightened."
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 10:13:46 GMT -5
*Elisabeta let out a guttural laugh.*
"I am the beloved of a warlord prince. You cannot frighten me."
*Her lips twisted and she spat violently in his face.*
"He is the only man I bow to."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 10:20:52 GMT -5
"Well, then. So be it."
*He took out a small can of fear gas*
"Sylvia knows what this is. I wouldn't expect you to. She is an educated woman, whereas you are nothing but a female pimp, finding women for your master to rape. It's hard to learn things on such a busy schedual."
*With that, he sprayed the toxin in her face*
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 10:30:25 GMT -5
((This makes my other issue much easier. Thanks!  And I assume that he used protection.)) *Elisabeta looked very confused for a moment. He was what? Going to make her cough into submission? Stupid boy. But then her lashes began to flutter. She started to see things in the corners of her vision. Terrible things. She gasped and her eyes grew wide.* "Sorcerer!" *She snarled and gapped as the visions got worse. She tried to block them out, to force them down again. Things from her past. Her lips trembled and she shoved hard against him, wriggling back further on the bed. It felt wet. She looked down to see the room was starting to fill with water. It ran down the walls and over the bed. Over her. She shivered violently. And then she started to scream.* |
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 10:32:09 GMT -5
"I warned you."
*Crane took hold of the trembling woman, and kissed he once, roughly*
FADE OUT
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 10:39:13 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Her lashes fluttered and she coughed, as if trying to expel water from her lungs. Her eyes rolled and her body ached. Tears stained her cheeks and she trying to move her anguished body. Sylvia's Italian accent slipped out of her quivering lips timidly.*
"Jonathan? Are you...oh God...please...don't leave me."
*Her body thrashed weakly against the sheets.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 10:42:15 GMT -5
"Sylvia!"
*Crane's face became gentle, and he held her close to him*
"Did I hurt you? I tried to do what you asked."
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 10:47:23 GMT -5
((I'm assuming that he was telling the truth when the minimal time it would effect her was 24 hours.))
*Sylvia's lips trembled violently, her eyes rolling as if it would help her escape something. It was him, Dracula, pulling her close to his cold flesh.*
"Please...stop this...I can still taste your blood in my mouth...isn't that enough?"
*Fresh tears fell over her cheeks and onto the sheets.*
"Just let me go back to Jonathan..."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 10:49:26 GMT -5
*Crane leaned down next to her*
"Sylvia, it's me! Jonathan!"
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 10:56:54 GMT -5
*Sylvia thought she heard something. Her eyes widened as she strained to listen, growing very still. She finally looked up to him. Jonathan... Relief washed over her and she smiled weakly.*
"You came back for me..."
*Suddenly his face melted away, another beneath. Thatcher. Her eyes widened in panic. She shrank away from him. Suddenly she couldn't breathe. His necklace was choking her, bearing down against her flesh. She clawed at it, trying to remove it, digging long claw marks against her neck trying to remove the necklace that only existed in her mind. The welts started to offer traces of blood in her desperation.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 11:04:07 GMT -5
*Crane reached for a vial he kept in his nightstand. As Sylvia thrashed about, he poured the antidote down her throat*
"Calm down. You'll be alright."
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 11:08:25 GMT -5
*Sylvia fought against him, but something in his voice soothed her enough to manage to take the antidote. She coughed again after it, feeling so very tired. She blinked sporadically, finally managing to bring her eyes up to his. Relief smoothed her expression, but she was hesitant to smile.*
"Jonathan...? Is it really you?"
*She bit her lip gently and lifted a tired hand to touch his face cautiously.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2007 11:46:49 GMT -5
*Jonathan Crane held her gently, letting her touch his face.*
"Yes, it's me. You're going to be fine."
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2007 11:52:43 GMT -5
*Sylvia's smile broke wide and she threw her arms around him gratefully, kissing his neck desperately.*
"Oh God....thank you...thank you for coming back for me."
*She kissed him deeply, trying to block out anything but his skin.*
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And I assume that he used protection.))
