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Post by Francis on Oct 19, 2008 7:17:35 GMT -5
*... a carriage came speeding up the driveway of Francis' and Irene's house. The doors opened, whilst the carriage never slowed down, and in the harsh moonlight two figures could be seen pushing another figure out of the carriage.
The figure flew towards the door, crashing into it with a loud bang.
The carriage sped away. The figure rolled unto his back, looking up to the sky, a groan escaping his lips. Francis Ebauche was home again.*
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Post by Irene on Oct 19, 2008 11:48:27 GMT -5
*Irene ran out when she heard the sound. Gasping, she knealt by her husband's side*
"Oh my god, Francis...what's happened to you?"
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Post by Francis on Oct 22, 2008 8:33:55 GMT -5
*Francis tried to sit up, but the crippling pain in his head made it impossible to do anything else but lay there and grunt.
He looked thinner then ever, more vampire then man. There was a certain look in his eye that could best be compared to that of a caged animal.
There was a voice in the darkness of his mind, a light at the end of the trouble.*
"Irene?"
*He asked his voice raw, as if he had been ...... He remembered screaming. He remembered bright lights and pain.*
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Post by Irene on Oct 22, 2008 13:08:28 GMT -5
Oh Francis, what have they done to you?
*She tried to help him stand, holding him close to her*
"Yes, I'm here, Francis..."
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Post by Francis on Oct 23, 2008 3:45:57 GMT -5
*Francis opened his eyes and there she was. Beautiful as ever. Was this some cruel trick They were playing with him, or was she really there.
The pain in his head began to subdue.*
"I didn't think I would ever see you again."
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Post by Irene on Oct 23, 2008 7:36:49 GMT -5
*Bringing him inside, Irene helped put him down on the couch, all but crying herself*
"I didn't know what to think- you were gone, I thought you might have been killed."
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Post by Francis on Oct 27, 2008 4:51:13 GMT -5
*Francis rested his head back on the couch as the memories of the past few months flashed in front of his eyes. The pain, the fear, the desolation and Them. Standing over him, watching, probing, experimenting. As if he were some kind of lab rat.
Francis looked back up at Irene, reaching out to hold her hand.*
"Perhaps I was."
*He murmured, more to himself then out loud.*
"Perhaps this is heaven. Being with you again."
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Post by Irene on Oct 27, 2008 13:20:12 GMT -5
*She tried to smile*
"Tell me what happened, everything will be alright..."
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Post by Francis on Oct 28, 2008 4:33:53 GMT -5
*Francis opened his mouth to speak, but then a thought crossed his mind. He couldn't burden her with his horrible memories. He couldn't tell her what happened to him.
It would hurt her to know the pain he had went through. Francis had promised himself that he would never ever hurt her. Not his precious Irene. not the only one in the world who cared for him. Who loved him. And the only one who he loved more then anything in the world. He couldn't hurt her.
And so he lied.*
"I was ..... kidnapped."
*Francis said, looking away from Irene's face.*
"They held me for ransom."
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2008 9:00:04 GMT -5
"I never got a ransome note..."
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Post by Francis on Oct 29, 2008 12:57:04 GMT -5
*Francis racked his brain trying to think up something to say.*
"I don't know if they ever send it. They kept me locked away."
*Well that was true. Locked away in a cell. An empty white cell, with bright lights that hurt his eyes.*
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Post by Irene on Oct 29, 2008 13:08:19 GMT -5
*She had morequestions, but simply held her husband close, trying to give him the help he needed*
"Do you need to go to the hospital?"
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Post by Francis on Oct 29, 2008 13:24:37 GMT -5
"No."
*Francis replied, shaking his head.*
"I just need .... "
*Again he held his tongue. What he needed was blood.*
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Post by Irene on Oct 29, 2008 13:35:21 GMT -5
*She stepped back*
"What?"
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Post by Francis on Oct 29, 2008 13:49:17 GMT -5
*Francis looked up at Irene, shame written on his face. He despised himself, his vampiric nature, but there was no other way. Only fresh blood would help him recover.*
"Blood."
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