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 Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 1:54 pm
Seeing how much he wanted to cuddle up to her, she crawled over and laid next to him. Her arms were resting on his chest in a warm hug. So he moved in that home for the intention of a family? Maybe his subconscious knew what was going on before they even met. "I don't mind a mess, gives me something to do right? Clean up after you. That's a woman's job" Isabel told him with a smile. A woman's role in her era was the clean, cook and give their husbands children. That was it. Though, being from a rich family all she had to do back then was just provide children.
Then it hit her, she was actually going to leave her home. The one she come to know for centuries. It was all too real now.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 2:48 pm
He cuddled her happily. "Well it's more than that.." he smiled poking her nose. "It's just nice having someone to be with, hang out with, raise a family with. Though we should find a way to break your chains so we can go out and such."
It then hit him as well when he saw her expression. Pulling her closed Mark kissed her lips. "It's ok..cry if you need to..I'm here." he cooed gently placing a hand upon her cheek. "We'll come back again...I promise.." he smiled.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 3:25 pm
Isabel gave a sigh, there wasn't really much time to figure out to break her bonds. There was only four months left till these two were born. She didn't know what Mark did, so still thought her end was near. "Let's not focus on breaking that... you'll have me with you if this all works.. that's what we wanted all along right? To be together in these last months"
"Come back?.... maybe.. but like I said, you can bring up the children in here if you want.. you have my permission to live here.."
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 4:06 pm
He wanted to tell her so badly but figured it would just hurt her more. Rubbing the side of her belly he kissed her lips once more before snuggling into her warmth. "I know..." he said in a sleepy tone.
"I love you Isabel.." he cooed slowly closing his eyes. He couldn't keep them open anymore, Mark was worn out.
As he dreamt he had another vision. It was one of her being taken away by the demon leaving Mark with two little crying baby girls. Yet then, the scene shifted to the demon being trapped into the painting and Isabel standing next to him. Just what was this all about?
Did that mean they would find a way to be together forever? Mark wasn't sure, but held her close to him the best he could. He didn't want her to leave him.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 4:40 pm
The twins moved around as they felt his touch. Isabel had a feeling that they were just fighting for space again now at the lovers were cuddling so close together. "I love you too" she smiled, watching him drift away into a deep sleep.
She couldn't really move from her position because he was like a leech on her body. There was no way of getting out of this cuddle until he woke up. Instead she just stared at him, watching his worried expressions as he slept. Maybe he was having a nightmare or something. Either way, she kissed his forehead, hopefully letting him know that she was still there.
After a few hours, Isabel began to get a little sleepy. Which was not like her, the twins were making her tired and her body needed to crash out. With all the struggle to keep her eyes open, she gave in and fell asleep in his arms. As she was sleeping, the sun came up.. making her body drift away, back into the painting without her even knowing. But the painting was changing everytime she went into it. When Isabel was in the portrait, it looked as though the woman, Isabel, had a bump. That would get bigger and bigger as the months went on, the same progression as her own body. She had no clue it even did that, because the painting would go back to normal as she popped out every night.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 5:28 pm
(I have a plan :3 I've been wanting to try out ^^ )
Mark was so tired he didn't wake up when she vanished, though he did feel her heavy body slowly evaporate. Sometime later that morning he awoke and looked at the pregnant woman in the picture. Smiling he touched the bump then her cheek.
Don't worry, I won't let that demon use you as a breeding machine! I promise. he thought smiling at her warmly. Getting dressed he gathered what he needed to and carefully picked up the painting, it..was a little heavier than it looked.
Mark managed to get it out of the room, and down onto the top of the main staircase without a problem. With a sigh he put it down. "Man after you have the twins you're going on a diet honey!" he said with slight annoyance in his voice.
"A diet? Tsk, tsk, tsk..that's not a very nice thing to say to the woman you love now is it?" an evil voice taunted from the bottom of the stairs.
Gasping he looked down at a finely dressed gentleman. Mark knew that it was the demon. Clapping his hands he laughed. "Good job figuring out a way of escape. The girl is not bound to the house but the painting. Hmmmhmmmhmmm..unfortunately, I can't let you leave with her. That would be bad..very bad."
Mark stepped in front of the painting to protect her. "I won't let you take her! You..liar! You weren't going to kill her were you!? I saw the visions! You're just going to use her to breed aren't you!?" he said with anger.
Again the demon clapped. "My my, I would think your powers would have been still asleep. A human with the ability to see the memories of things..is quite dangerous. Now step aside or I will kill you before you can see your twins. Deumos is mine! She's a woman with excellent genes, the perfect woman to breed me an army to take over the world! That's why I made her a demon." the man mused blocking the bottom of the stairs.
Mark gave him a confused look. He had an ability to see memories? Since when? This demon was full of it. There was no way in..well hell, he would give her up. "Demon or not I love her!" he shouted back.
The other demon fell silent, then began to laugh until his laughter echoed around Mark. "You Humans are such creatures of folly..do you really think she loves you? She is a demon after all? How do you not know she's just using you to have children? Demon children..you are playing into her hands boy. That woman wants nothing but to scare people, I'm surprised she let you live this far. She's nothing but a maneater..I'm sure she's told you of her past, and I'm sure you've seen it. I'm surprised she hasn't killed your childr---"
"SHUT UP!!!" Mark shouted as tears welled up in his eyes. "Yes! She's a demon. A monster to some people! Isabel has told me about herself, and I have seen what she did to your child! There's a part of her..that you haven't seen or will know..." he said looking down as tears fell out of his eyes.
"I know she loves me! I can feel it in my heart and in my soul. Isabel is special to me, I love her! Call me a fool because I don't care! The woman has changed, I can see it in her eyes! Say everything you want to, I will not give up this painting. The woman is my lover and I'm very proud that she is!" he shouted at the demon unafraid and full of anger towards him.
Mark was unaware that she probably could hear their conversation. He wasn't sure where she went when she was inside of the painting, but he wasn't going to give it to the man.
Silence, the demon stared at him. Anger in his eyes, he couldn't trick this boy. Engulfed in flames he revealed his true self. A firey handsome yet feirsome looking demon man with giant horns and a forked tail. He still wore the suit but the bottom half since the top half revealed his muscular flaming red chest.
"You are a fool! I shall end your life faster than you can blink Mortal! The woman in the painting is mine! Mine!!! MIIIIIINNNNEEEE!!!" he roared.
This made Mark shudder, this man felt so powerful. Biting his lip there wasn't anything he could do.
Don't give up... a female voice echoed softly into his ears.
Looking around he blinked, now what was going on?
Don't let him take the mistress...I will break the rules to allow you both to escape! Please..don't give up... the calm voice said softly in his mind.
Suddenly the flooring came alive and began to engulf the demon. "What the hell is this!? " he shouted with shock.
Chairs and tables were moving, flooring was creaking, breaking, and shifting to conceil the demon.
Hurry! I'm just a house, I can't hold him forever! Please...save the Mistress...
"W-What!? T-The house just--" he gasped, "But that's impossible! Houses aren't alive!?"
You're lover is a demon, you've almost been scared out of your mind, you mean to tell me you don't believe that houses have souls too? Sure I'm just a house, a place to contain memories..but I've been with the Mistress since she took her first breath. I've cried with her, given her shadows to play in as a child, watched every broken bone, every time she broke her heart, and wished to catch her when she threw herself down my stairs. I love her too, I have seen the way you both love and care for each other..go now! Before it is too late!
The odd woman's voice was right. By now the demon was flailing about in a wooden cage screaming bloody murder. He wouldn't be able to be contained for long. Picking up the painting with a huff, Mark hurried the best he could. When he made it too the door it opened for him and together he left with the painting just to turn as it slammed shut and locked.
"I will find you...she will be mine!!!" the demon roared as he ran farther and farther away from the house. Luckally he was able to make it to his house. Locking the door he placed her painting against his bed and sat at the end of it.
There was so much going on now, he didn't know what to think, but began to cry instead. Hopefully it was over for now..for a while...looking at the pregnant woman in the picture he cried more. "I love you! I won't let anyone hurt you Isabel!"
After a while of sitting there, Mark got up to start his day. Leaving for work. The young man couldn't think straight that day and his boss was a bit concerned for him. He told the man it was nothing and that he had just stayed up late working on homework. This young man wouldn't return to the house until nightfall.
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By the time he had gotten home, the sun was sinking. Locking his door he had forgotten all about the painting and everything. His mind just wanted to forget his encounter with the demon, the house, and the mention of some power he had. Deciding to cook dinner, the young man happily cooked as night fell.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 5:52 pm
(oh wow! That was exciting to read! 8D )
Isabel was sound asleep as some of the events went on, until some loud shouting woke her up in a jump. There were two voices, arguing about something. Being where she was, everything was muffled and her ears could only pick up the odd word. What was going on out there? It didn't feel right though, her body felt cold as a deep voice was shouting at what she assumed to be Mark, fighting her corner. The other person had to be the demon, but prayed it wasn't. Mark would be killed! In an effort, Isabel tried to scream out to make him stop, but no noise would come from her mouth. She was a mute in there, unable to communicate with her lover and tell him to run. The last thing she wanted was him to be killed before their children were even born. Who knows what the demon would do to them once she died!
After awhile, it felt like she was being picked up again. Everything felt like she was floating while being carried in his arms. Though something wasn't right once the painting was removed from the mansion. Shadowy arms began to claw and scratch over her naked form, attacking her in a rage! Sure the demon couldn't do anything to her, but there was a spell on the painting. A booby trap on it if it ever left the walls of her home. It was mean't to cause pain and punishment upon her. Isabel tried to scream out once more, alas.. no noise to let Mark know what was going on in there. The attacks kept coming at her with great force, slashing over her skin like some angry creature. The torturing pain came to an end though once the portrait was in his home, which was strange. Why did the attack stop in his home?
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 6:08 pm
(Yeah that was fun to write too. smile )
Mark was unsure when she would emerge, but walked into the room to find that the woman in the painting had scratches all over her. Gasping he touched it's surface. He could feel as if something dark was at foot and so he slowly hugged the painting.
Strangely he looked into the eyes of the woman and touched her cheek. He suddenly was engulfed in black smoke as the time for Isabel to awaken had finally drawn. A bit surpried he fell back upon his back shielding his eyes. Mark had only seen her leave the painting once, but this time it felt different.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 6:31 pm
The smoke lingered for quite a while on the floor, usually she would re-form while standing up. So all the blackness being focused on the floor was not normal for her. Once it all dispersed into nothing, Isabel was lying there. Shivering from the cold of having no clothes on as she hugged at her wounded body. She was covered in cuts and bruises. "M-M-Mark" she managed to say in a shaky tone, hoping he was there with her and not dead.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 6:43 pm
"Isabel!!" He gasped sitting up and rubbing her body. "How did this happen!?" he said with shock. Tears came to his eyes as he saw the cuts on her belly and her face and everywhere else. They weren't deep but some blood was oozing out of it.
Immediately he got up and rushed for his first aid kit and a warm wash cloth. Wiping up her cuts with warm water he began to put band-aids all over her body. Rubbing the side of her belly he felt his children moving inside and let out a sigh of relief. Good they were safe.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 7:11 pm
When Mark went off to get the first-aid kit. Her eyes darted around the room she was in, weakly. It was all so strange, weird contraptions and decorations lying about his home. What was this stuff?! Seeing it all made her feel out of her comfort zone and started to panic. "Mark.. come back... come back please..." Isabel begged him.
He did infact come to her rather quickly, cleaning and taking care of the wounds that cut through her body. Being injured and shoved into a new place was really getting to her badly. "I... I don't know what happened.. I heard all these angry voices shouting. Then I felt like I was being carried really fast, like you were running. As soon as you left my home.. all the shadows were.. attacking me... I.... think it was a spell or something" Isabel coughed, holding her chest from the pain of her bruised ribs.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 7:26 pm
He hugged her gently. "Shhhh...you're safe." he cooed to her gently. "You're in my room..." he smiled finishing the first aid. She looked kind of odd with all the band-aids all over her body.
So she was attacked after all? That made his heart sink some. Gently feeling around her body, nothing felt broken just bruised. "I..met that demon of yours. Now that we're alone here, there's something I have to tell you Isabel." he said looking away and biting his lip.
Standing he held his hands out to her. "First you need to relax in bed. You're bruised pretty bad but nothing is broken. It also feels like our little ones are fine." he smiled seeing her belly twitch about. Mark didn't want to tell her, but she had to know..the truth.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 7:43 pm
The warmth of his arms round her made Isabel feel much more safe again. This was probably the most vulnerable she had ever been around him, which wasn't nice for her to show. So she was right, that voice was that demon how had cursed her very soul. "Are you okay?!" The woman asked, frantically pulling up his clothes to see if he was hurt. There was nothing though, he was safe.
He needed to tell her something? This didn't sound too good. Taking his hands she tried to lift herself up, everything was aching but she used him as support to lay on the bed of his. Looking down at her tummy she could feel the twins move about which brought a sigh of relief to her, they were okay too. Good. But what was this news he had to tell her? "What is it?.... Please tell me I'm not going to die before they are even born" It's what she feared the most, dying before the two little ones even had a chance to live.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 8:05 pm
Seeing her so weak and scared made him love her more. Helping Isabel onto his bed he laid her down so she could relax a bit. Rubbing her belly he smiled at her soothingly.
"No you're not going to die...actually not at all." he said then bit his lip. "That demon has been lieing to you. Remember when I grabbed the painting last night? I told you I saw visions, but..I also saw his thoughts. The reason he came to you in the first place was to breed an army. You just happened to kill the first possible litter, or child, when you threw yourself down those stairs."
Stopping for a moment he kissed her lips. "Don't be afraid, I love you." he winked gently grabbing her hand and moving it around with his on her belly.
"That's probably why he cursed you. If I hadn't come along I'm sure he would have tried to breed with you again. We met when I was leaving, he then basically spilled the beans and told me everything. You aren't going to die when you give birth to our children, he was just going to take you away to breed with you an army. Which angered me deeply." He bit his lip looking away from her.
"I-I didn't want to tell you because you would have picked a fight. I didn't want to lose you Isabel, or our little ones. I honestly don't know how myself but..your house came to life. I heard a faint woman's voice in my mind and I watched the floor underneath that demon rise up and grab him, along with other furniture. I still can't believe it honestly."
Looking at her with tears in his eyes he pulled Isabel close holding her now. "I..I wouldn't have been around if it hadn't of been for that house. She told me she loved you and wanted me to take care of you. She had watched you as a child grow up and such. I know now that we're meant to be together if a house protects you from something vicious." he said looking at her.
"I'm sorry about the scratches I hadn't thought of a boobie trap! I hid this from you because I love you..if you hate me I understand. I just don't want to lose you..I love you Isabel."
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 7:39 am
Her scratched up face looked at him blankly as her brain tried to take in all the new information given. The woman's emotions were not sure what to react to first, though tears streamed down her cheeks. The natural salt from them made some small, exposed cuts sting. Thought she didn't care, she was going to live to see her babies! The wave of happiness caused more tears to come flooding through. "I love you too.... thank you do much for doing that for us" she blubbed, wrapping her arms round him in a loving hug.
She had no clue of this vision of Isabel being taken from him. So without that knowledge, she was happy and oblivious. But he was right, if she was there when the demon showed himself then she would've went for him in a massive fight. Mark was smart on that one for not telling her till now, and understood his reasons. So she was doing to be used to breed? No wonder he kept trying to enforce some sexual advances every few years. Each time Isabel refused though, hoping deep down that the curse was true. The part where her soulmate would be drawn to the home one day. It had come true though, she was here, with Mark and two little children on the way. Also unknown to her was the fact Mark had seen their genders in his little vision too.
The house came to life?! How the hell did that even happen? Did all houses do that or something? Thinking on it made her brain hurt, being there must of been even more confusing though. "The house... attacked him?" Isabel asked, still trying to work it out. Was is even possible something like that could happen? Well, she was a woman that was born before the Tudor rein and was still alive to recall it all, so anything was possible really.
"I don't hate you.. you didn't know that would happen. Neither did I.."
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