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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 21:56:37 GMT -5
*She glared at him.*
"Leave us alone, Daniel."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 22:00:27 GMT -5
"Or what? You'll hurt me?" His voice fairly dripped sarcasm.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 22:05:48 GMT -5
"I never offered an 'or'. I'm asking. Please, leave us alone." *There was an almost pleading note in her voice. He couldn't come back into her life now, not when things were finally looking up.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 22:09:52 GMT -5
*He crossed his arms, the stance agressive rather than defensive*
"You just disappeared. I wasn't ready for you to leave." He said softly. Somehow, though, that almost gentle voice held menace.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 22:11:58 GMT -5
"And who are you to say where I go?" *She asked incredulously.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 22:24:54 GMT -5
"You're mine. I can't just let that go."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 22:27:26 GMT -5
"Well considering I've married, and am currently breeding; I'd say you don't need much more proof that I'm not exactly yours!" *She spat, standing.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 22:35:08 GMT -5
*He moved swiftly up to her, grabbing her wrists in none-too-gentle grip*
"It doesn't matter. I wasn't through with you, dear. There's a lot left before I am."
*He was still talking in that modulated voice*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 22:42:11 GMT -5
*She narrowed her eyes, hatred seething out of them.* "You're just like him." *She spat.* "You'd have me be an object, a plaything. I'm not even a person in your eyes, am I?"
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 22:45:02 GMT -5
*He smirked*
"I hardly think it's just like it. I'm fairly certain you didn't want any of him...not like how you wanted what I was doing."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 22:51:25 GMT -5
"That changes nothing."
*But she knew that it did. And what made her angriest is that buried under all the hate that had been festering for months--was just the tiniest seed of wanting. She tried to squash it quickly; her stomach only had room for one thing to germinate and that was a baby.*
"Why can't you stop chasing me, hmm?" *She questioned, realizing something.* "If I were an object you'd have stopped long ago. I'm more than that, aren't I." *She said quietly, instead of screaming, stating instead of questioning.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 22:56:47 GMT -5
"Yes it does. Desire makes all the difference."
*Now there was emotion in his voice. Lust*
"You aren't anything. Not beyond what I want. And you wouldn't be the first."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 22:59:32 GMT -5
"You want me in more than just flesh." *She said coolly.* "And while you can take me in that particular manner, you'll never have anything else."
*Her tone made clear her disgust.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 23:07:26 GMT -5
"Delusion."
*He pulled her into his arms, squeezing her*
"I only want what I've told you. See what things you like, it changes nothing." He said into her ear.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 23:09:46 GMT -5
"Do you hear the second hearbeat yet?" *She asked, her voice again that eerie sing-song she'd spoken in the night he'd killed her father.* "Do you? Because you know what it means, right?"
*She laughed.*
"I'll never be yours. Not the way you want."
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