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Post by Thatcher on Mar 9, 2008 7:19:02 GMT -5
*Thatcher awoke instantly, rising and drawing her into his arms as though to protect her in a single, fluid motion. A scan of the moonlit room revealed nothing and no one, however, and so he merely cradled her in his arms and brushed her loose hair back from her face.*
"What is it, Mademoiselle Gallo?" *he asked in a soft, even tone.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2008 7:23:15 GMT -5
*Sylvia trembled violently in his arms, trying to find air and her eyes wide and rolling in panic.*
"A man!" *She gasped, as if the very words were stuck in her breath-dried throat.*
"Eyes...tall." *She shook her head, exhausted.*
"Angry...so angry."
*She glanced fearfully back to the door just before her knees gave. She clutched at him, her only hope in the darkness that was bearing down on her.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 9, 2008 7:29:04 GMT -5
*Thatcher rolled her back onto his bed, then pulled the covers up around her.*
"Stay here. Do not unlock the door."
*Rising, he went and took a pair of duelling pistols from a locked cabinet. They glowed dully in the light, sitting with light ease in his strong hands as he exited the room, locking the door behind him and going to Sylvia's boudoir. He roused a servant.*
"Have all the rooms and grounds of the house searched. Anyone who is found where they ought not to be is to be brought to my study at once--I shall deal with them, then. Anyone who tries to run is to be shot."
((I gotta go shower. BBL.))
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2008 7:44:54 GMT -5
((No worries. Thanks for letting me know.))
”So kind of him to leave us alone together like this.”
*Sylvia screamed and shot out of bed, only to find the man standing before her. She shook her head adamantly.*
“Please, sir…just go. I…I can’t…”
*He drove her back against the wall, guiding her retreat without touching her until she felt the cold against her back. Swallowing nervously, her gaze fluttered up to his own.*
“What…what do you want?” *Her hoarse voice quivered.*
“Only what is mine. Only what was promised me, Sylvia.”
*He lifted his hands as if to caress her face, but she shut her eyes bitterly and shied away.*
”If you will not give it, I will take my satisfaction.” *The threat was blatant.*
*She let out a shrill cry, begging to be anywhere but here, her heart sinking in utter misery as he fell on her. By the time that anyone would return, she would be reduced to a flailing heap of hair and chiffon, writhing on the floor, sobbing and tearing at some unseen force.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 9, 2008 8:10:18 GMT -5
*Hearing her cries far off in the house, Thatcher ran back to the room, unlocking the door to find Sylvia choking on sobs and screams, held by some unseen force. Thatcher threw himself forward, covering her body with his, but not crushing her, only shielding her.*
"Who is there? Show yourself!" *he bellowed to the empty room.* "Sylvia--Sylvia, tell me, who--what do you see?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2008 9:19:10 GMT -5
*Sylvia convulsed, exhausted in his arms. The pain was less and she could almost hear his voice. She shook her head, pushing weakly against his chest.*
"No...please....eyes....cold eyes...please, stop..."
*The other man stood back, passing right through Thatcher, although she wasn't lucid enough to notice at the time.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 9, 2008 9:22:06 GMT -5
*Thatcher pressed his lips against her cold forehead.*
"I must get you away from here," *he murmured.* "Sylvia, I will take you away. Far away. As far as we can go. As far as you wish. Wherever."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2008 9:42:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia quieted in his arms. The torment seemed to be at an end, for now. But still her body trembled, violated and spent. She clutched at his shirt as best she could manage.*
"Please, Thatcher...don't."
*She strained, trying to express herself and managing poorly.*
"Don't leave me. Not to him."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 9, 2008 9:54:56 GMT -5
"No. We shall leave together. Tonight. This moment."
*He took the blanket from the bed and wrapped it about her before lifting her in his arms and striding from the room.*
"Bring a carriage, at once, and the fastest horses with it."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2008 9:59:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia clung to him as best she could manage, trying to anchor herself.*
"You think it's that easy? That I won't find you?"
*Her eyes widened in fear at the sound of his voice and she pulled tighter against Thatcher. There was a soft echo of clucking as his voice chided her.*
"Tsk tsk, Sylvia...I always find you. That's what one does in a committed relationship. Not that you know what that is."
*She shivered against Thatcher, panic freshening her strength.*
"Hurry." *She whispered in his ear.* "He's coming."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 10, 2008 17:49:35 GMT -5
((So, uh...where do you want to go? Anywhere in the world.))
*Thatcher carried her out to the waiting carriage and bundled her inside, following and then cradling her in his lap as the coach moved swiftly away from the house.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 12, 2008 6:59:33 GMT -5
((*shrugs* Doesn't really matter to me. I'm open to ideas. Anything would be fun.))
*Sylvia clung to him, trying to focus on the clatter of the horse's hooves on the pavement, doing her best to make them drown out that terribly calm voice. It was so cold, so cruel. So...familiar.*
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