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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 8:10:12 GMT -5
*Sylvia had heard that line before. Many times. And strangely enough often in bed. But this time...a shiver ran through her. Something pulled at her. Her breathing grew shallower as she gazed up to him. Her words fell as the softest whisper.*
"Sir...who are you?"
*Her eyes searched his face, desperate to pull away, but unable. She spoke almost to herself.*
"I...I know you...but I can't remember. It's like a dream I cannot place."
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 8:18:16 GMT -5
*Dracula stayed silent for a moment and stared at Sylvia with a hurt look on his face.*
"You are my wife."
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 8:21:31 GMT -5
*Sylvia wanted to recoil, to hide under the sheets and make him go away. But his hurt expression tore at her heart. Her hand instinctively cradled his cheek for a moment. Realizing what she did, she quickly lowered it and averted her eyes.*
"Sir...I...I don't know what to say. I don't remember anything like that. Surely I would remember being married."
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 8:25:38 GMT -5
"As you would remember killing yourself."
*He whispered. He turned his head away and got up from the bed.*
"I won't lose you again."
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 8:27:22 GMT -5
*Sylvia felt horrible. He seemed so distraught. She dropped the sheet she had been clutching and reached out to him.*
"Please...sir. I...I didn't mean to upset you."
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 8:32:27 GMT -5
*Dracula turned back and grabbed Sylvia's hand, lifting her out of bed and holding her in his arms.*
"Why did you do it?''
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 8:35:33 GMT -5
*Sylvia was surprised at the sharpness of his grasp. His question didn't make much sense. Did he mean killing herself? She didn't remember doing that. His hands were so tight, so cold. She squirmed slightly, trying to loosen his grip without much success.*
"Please sir...I don't...I don't know...I don't remember."
*She looked up for a moment and was caught in his gaze.*
"I..."
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 8:39:21 GMT -5
"Did you hate me so?"
*He said as he pulled her closer.*
"Am I so despicable that you would damn yourself just to get away?"
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 8:43:02 GMT -5
*Sylvia's eyes grew wide. Her lips quivered terribly as she looked up to him.*
"Sir...no...I don't...please...I didn't mean..."
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 8:46:48 GMT -5
*His voice was soft again.*
"I won't lose you again."
*He leaned in and kissed Sylvia with all of the passion, anger and sadness that raged inside of him.*
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 8:52:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia melted against him. So much passion...such loss. Something stirred in her. Her lashes fluttered shut. Something familiar...something... Her hands brushed over his cheeks and back into his dark hair, pulling him to her as she kissed him back. It was as if she had no control of the thing. When she finally pulled back, her words fell soft, but in a thick Romanian accent, any hint of her Italian heritage absent.*
"Meu dragoste...you were gone, dead. I could not live without you."
*Sylvia's eyes widened in panic and her hand clamped over her mouth. What was going on? That wasn't her...*
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 8:57:33 GMT -5
*Dracula stepped away as if he was burned and stared at Sylvia for a moment before stepping forward again.*
"Elisabetta?"
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 9:00:53 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked lost, panicked. She was frozen until his single word fell. She turned away sharply, meaning to flee back to the bed, but something held her. Her jaw trembled and her eyes searched the room desperately.*
"I...I don't know...sir. I don't know how that was...who..."
*Her fingers touched her throat gently.*
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Post by Dracula on May 6, 2007 9:07:16 GMT -5
*Dracula hold out his arms and wanted to hold her.*
"I know."
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Post by Sylvia on May 6, 2007 9:12:18 GMT -5
*Sylvia didn't want to. She told herself repeatedly not to. But she found herself turning back to face him. She swallowed hard, her eyes on the floor between them.*
"Sir...I..."
*She rushed to him, clasping her arms tightly around him, burying her face against his chest. Her tears fell over her and into the fabric of his coat.*
"What's wrong with me? Why is this happening?"
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