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Post by Pina on Jun 13, 2008 16:07:29 GMT -5
"Get the fuck away from me!" *she shouted, scrambling away from the housekeeper's approaching figure. Desperately, she grabbed the cool end of a small burning log from the fireplace and held it in front of her.*
"I'm warning you!"
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Jun 13, 2008 16:09:50 GMT -5
"Rebecca, please-"
And she now lunged at her, knocking the burning log from her hands and igniting the carpet.
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2008 16:10:49 GMT -5
It wasn't like it was with Julian. They didn't share thoughts or feelings. There were not made of the same stuff. But in this state, Erik could feel her, almost hear her distress, and it called him through the house to a particular room he could have no idea of the significance of.
The scene before him made no sense. He knew only that this woman was threatening his daughter somehow. He stared dumbly at the fire for a moment, helpless.
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Jun 13, 2008 16:15:13 GMT -5
She staggered through the fire, seeming not to notice that the hem of her dress now carried several small flames.
"Rebecca, please..."
The fire had by now caught the curtains and filled the room with an eerie orange glow. The music box was still playing.
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Post by Pina on Jun 13, 2008 16:17:52 GMT -5
"Oh fuck," *she hissed under her breath as she dodged flames in order to flee the room.*
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2008 16:18:36 GMT -5
Erik began to flicker, almost in time to the flames. Panic rose in his chest with the certainty of this woman's madness and her ill-intent towards Pina.
"Pina!" he shouted, but he was fading, flickering, insubstantial.
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Jun 13, 2008 16:23:11 GMT -5
The fire was now halfway up her skirt, but she was too far gone to notice.
And then, she saw him. A man. Standing there, reaching toward Rebecca.
Mrs Danvers was seized by a horrible, jealous rage, the kind she had always suppressed behind subtle comments and pretensions to politeness.
"You can't have her!" she shouted, running at the flickering male figure she wasn't even sure was there. "I've waited too long! She's mine!"
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2008 16:26:46 GMT -5
Erik would have rolled his eyes, had he not been so distracted. Disconcertingly, Danvers passed right through him.
"Stay away from my daughter!" he growled. He'd had quite enough. Relying on his only ability in this form--physically he was still far from substantial--Erik caused a wind to blow through the room and slam the door shut, trapping Danvers inside the room with Pina outside.
That had been his intention, anyway. Instead, the wind spread the fire, and it billowed from the room in an inferno.
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Jun 13, 2008 16:31:37 GMT -5
The room quickly grew hazy from the smoke, and she could dimly see Rebecca fall.
She looked at the flickering male figure. She didn't know him, she didn't care.
"You killed her!" she shouted. "You killed her!"
Almost spurred along by the flames now, still not feeling the heat licking upon her skin and starting to flare along her unbound hair, she attacked him with her fists, sobbing wretchedly, madly, crying for her lost chance.
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2008 16:40:37 GMT -5
All at once (and in his panic it went unnoticed by him), Erik was solid again. His senses straining towards Pina's fallen form, he tossed the madwoman aside carelessly, unaware that the fire had spread to his clothes and was licking at his hair. In an instant that seemed like an eon, he was at Pina's side.
She did not move, and her still face reminded him too much of death. With a wordless growl, he shrugged off his cloak, beating the flames out (they lit just as quickly on his jacket) and wrapping Pina in it before hoisting her in his arms. Miraculously, he did not phase out of existence. He felt no pain as the flames licked his face with forked tongues, but he thought vaguely about removing his jacket, as it was getting rather warm.
If Hell was like this, he wondered, it could not be so terrible.
The fire had circled the hall, trapped them on all sides, and Erik could not risk a leap from a window with cumbersome, unconscious Pina in his arms. But it didn't hurt, anyway, did it? He passed through the flames, shouting in a voice made hoarse by the smoke to alarm the house, to get everyone out, that they, at least, were unharmed.
He did not realize that, while Pina was for the moment protected in the shelter of his arms and his cloak, he himself was still burning, his exposed flesh already unrecognizable.
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Jun 13, 2008 16:47:15 GMT -5
Her last thoughts were of the man carrying Rebecca away, and of a sudden awareness that she was burned too badly to live.
And still, she managed to take a few staggering steps out toward them, extending one nearly fleshless arm, what was left of her lips moving frantically, and her weak voice repeating "Rebecca... Rebecca..."
She clung to the doorway.
"Rebecca..."
Mrs Danvers let out a hoarse, shuddering gasp, and then, very simply, her damaged eyelids slid shut, and her broken, burned and irreparably damaged form slid to the floor, where it did not move again.
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