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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 8:16 am
 Pierre's eyes widened in shock as she lunged at him, the silver blade flashing in the moonlight. He dropped to the floor and kicked her into a shelf. With an almighty crash, it fell to the floor, books raining down and the wood splintering to pieces. He siezed a sharpened piece and held it out in front of him threateningly. "I'm warning you now, Rem. I don't want to hurt you." Rem laughed, beside herself with anger. "It's a bit late for that, don't you think?" She lunged at him again; he side-stepped her attack. She was quick to recover, siezing him by the hair and throwing him to the ground.
Rem stood over him, poised to strike the final blow. Pierre's fingers inched out along the carpet, careful not to draw her attention. He felt the mask and pulled it into the palm of his hand. In one fluid motion, he threw the mask into her face and siezed her ancles, causing her to lose her balance. Quickly, he rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up. Before she had time to recover, Pierre drove the makeshift stake deep into her heart. She gasped, dropping her knife.
Rem's face took on a peaceful look as she reached up to stroke his face. He pulled away. "I loved you," she whispered, and he was stunned to see tears roll down her face. Her eyes glazed over. She was gone.
Pierre stood shakily, his mask at his feet. He could hear the thunder of footsteps as people poured into the room; he turned slowly to face them, kicking the mask under a table and into the shadows before they could notice.
[OOC - No problem! Good luck with your new character!]
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:27 am
 { Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ A commotion could be heard from upstairs and Jamie's body tensed as she recognized the unchoreographed sounds of movement as some kind of battle. She rushed up the several flights of stairs along with myriad other persons who could not hold their curiosity at bay, but when the time she got there, the ops were already on the scene. They told the people there was nothing to see, but Jamie had to push to the front line. She caught a brief glimpse of a lady lying unconscious on the floor and bleeding before she was ushered to the door like everybody else.
Everybody exchanged anxious whispers and Jamie caught Rem's name in the wind. The scene replayed repetitively in her mind and she could extinguish some of Rem's features with the body that lied there, motionless. For some reason it made her sick to her stomach. She wandered, thoughtless, towards Pierre's room. Maybe she would find him there, or maybe Simon would be there. She just didn't want to be alone that moment. Even if she had a friend somewhere... Then her thoughts switched to James and she changed direction. Picking up some Ravenheart candy on the way, she headed down towards the dungeon.
***
"Jamie?" His voice seemed a lot more like a small boy's than she could remember.
"Hi, James. I brought you something."
"Candy!" he exclaimed, but then his smile faded. "You look terrible, are you okay?"
Jamie nodded, but then shook her head, not quite sure if she should tell him or not. He took her hand and sat down with her. She pulled him into a hug and started to sob softly. He seemed so much like a little brother. How could she burden him with her knowledge? She had never experienced this type of emotional hype before. It was like riding a roller coaster - up and down, and repeat.
"It's okay," he placed his hand on her head, offering his small shoulders for her to cry on. "You can tell me. I know I look and act like a little boy sometimes, but I will be able to understand."
She told him everything. The guard regularly brought them soft loafs of bread and milk and they ate it all. James was doing well. His appetite was as it should be and he seemed as healthy as ever, except that he was sickly pale. She wanted to break him free. Nobody should be held like this. Didn't humans have any rights? He seemed like just a child. If she was going to embark on a journey with Simon to visit the ancient tribes, she was going to take James with them.
"Pierre spoke very highly of you when he said he wanted to introduce me to you," he started, but appeared as confused as Jamie felt and stopped there.
"This Rem character, why are you upset that she died if you hated her so much?"
"That's just the thing," she stared off into the distance. "I don't know. Perhaps because I felt that I had willed her death into reality? Even though I thought I was ready to kill her, I wasn't. I'm far from ready to kill anyone. I know my past is pretty rough, but it was to protect those I cared about and I never actually killed anyone..."
"Maybe you just don't know who you care about anymore? Maybe - "
"I care about you," she interrupted him. "And about Pierre, and about Simon, and - "
He waited for her, but she didn't continue. He was right. Her emotions were more confusing than ever and she didn't know what to do with them. They started chatting about random things they liked and Jamie passed out on the cold stone floor...
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 5:20 pm
Pierre waited until the ruckus had died down. No one seemed surprised or upset at Rem's death, at least no more than they could stand to pretend. With the halls now empty, he followed Jamie's scent and was surprised to see that it lead down to the punishment rooms. Convenient, I suppose, since I need to free James and tell him the good news.
Pierre stopped suddenly, thinking of Jamie. She would never be his, no matter what he did, whether or not Rem was alive. It broke his heart to think this. Not that I have one, really, he thought in grim amusement. He slowed his pace and cleared his head. It would do no good for them to keep on pretending.
He finally reached James's cell and was mildly surprised to see Jamie sleeping on the floor. He opened it with a click. "What's going on, Pierre?"
"Many things, young one. I cannot do anything about your memory, but it seems there is a way to correct your age. I found it in a paper on Rem when I... when she died." He scooped up Jamie into his arms and led the way out of the cell and to his room above. Pierre set her down on his bed and brushed her hair from her face tenderly. "Jamie," he asked in a whisper.
He saw her eyelids flutter and realized all too late that he had never changed his clothes. He prayed silently that she wouldn't notice as James flitted around the room excitedly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:12 am
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ Jamie woke slowly as if it was extremely difficult to do so. She thought she saw the back of one of her suitors, but when the man turned around it was Pierre. She couldn't fight the smile tugging at her lips. She had forgotten about her confusion earlier. It was truly as they said - from crying comes a peaceful sleep.
"Pierre, you look terrible," she commented, noting his ruffled clothes and bloodied shirt. She got up and opened his cupboard, searching for a clean shirt for him to wear. Her breath caught in her throat. He had so many luxurious clothes. The most random thought sprang into her mind and suddenly she experienced the odd desire to dress him up to see what he looked like in each outfit. It was silly and made her stifle a laugh. She threw him with a clean, white shirt and crawled back onto the bed. For some reason she felt alive - very much alive - and certain.
I think I've made up my mind at last.
"Is James free now?" she smiled at the boy and beckoned him to come sit with her as if he was the darling little brother she never had.
"Oh," she added quickly and placed a finger to her lips indicating she'll hush up now. She felt squirmy and it would have annoyed her normally, but she was sure of herself and felt kid-happy about it. It was like being free - as if the confusion had worked itself out during her sleep or perhaps something caught her attention now that Pierre was with her again.
She waited quietly until they had stopped talking about James being free, and then asked him to fetch her some breakfast from the diner. While he was gone, she took the opportunity to ask Pierre what has weighed her heart down for far too long.
"I have to talk to you," she said with a dead serious expression on her face, but then laughed when he seemed slightly shocked by her request and attitude.
"Yes, you are in trouble." Jamie had a playful note to her voice, but actually had no idea what she was doing. She felt oddly at ease around him and didn't think twice of taking advantage of that.
"Since I'm not your slave anymore, I'm allowed to talk to you freely, am I not?" With this, she eyed him carefully, absorbing every inch of his reaction. His response would reveal his true feelings, she reckoned.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 6:20 am
Pierre could feel his stomach tighten and defensively changed his demeanor to cold. She was not his slave. She was not his lover, nor his wife. She was not his in any sense and she knew this. He turned his back to Jamie and pulled a crumpled page out of his pocket, smoothing it out on a table. "James," he called. Obediently, the small boy came over and sat on the chair that Pierre indicated. He turned back to Jamie and pulled off his blood soaked shirt, throwing it to the floor.
"You've been practicing craft and have made great strides, I'm told. Therefore, I require your assistance in correcting James's age." He hesitated a moment and sighed, feeling his emotions soften as he looked into her eyes. "You can speak freely, yes. Though I am sure I'm not going to like what you will say."
He felt a darkness within him swell, a renewed dislike for humans and their beating hearts. What right did she have to sit there, breathing air and circulating blood when it was taken from him? What right did she have to make him feel... human? To make him love and want? Who did she think she was, living and taking for granted the gift of life when he so desperately wanted it? I could drink her. I could drink her right now and make her be mine. I could force her to belong to me. I could take her away where only the two of us could exist... But, no... Am I such a monster yet?
He sat heavily on the floor. The potion was not enough and he was still growing weak...
"James," he said softly, "Wait in the dining hall. Eat whatever you like. We will be there shortly." Pierre kept his eyes trained on the floor as James jumped excitedly from his seat and ran down the hall. In pure agony, Pierre folded inward, his hands on either side of his head, trying to block out the dark thoughts.
"What did you wish to say?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 6:58 am
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ Her stomach formed a knot that she couldn't shake. She breathed deeply and braced herself for the worst. She was going to go through with it despite his cold behavior. Perhaps it was because she recognized the reaction - it's when you're hurt beyond repair and attempt to switch off all emotions so that only power remains. Jamie felt sick and she felt like remaining motionless like a timid little deer in the presence of a hunter, but she couldn't. Her heart wouldn't let her. She swallowed her fear and knelt in front of him, placing her hands gently over his and somewhat forcing him to meet her gaze.
"I need you to be completely honest, Pierre," she whispered softly. Her eyes were full of hope, but her voice hinted at a sense of fear. She had to concentrate to keep herself from trembling uncontrollably. How would she phrase it? Could she just ask him straight away? Was there any way to go around it and build towards a point? She spoke before giving it to much thought.
"Are you Simon?" She closed her eyes. For some reason she could not look at him. She could feel the nervousness eating its way through her gut. Suddenly she wished he was still her master. Rem was dead. That was the main reason she wished to become a vampire. Why else would she go through with it? The Ordeal and courting terrified her. Why should she become a vampire at all, if he wouldn't be with her?
Bravely, she opened her eyes and stared into his golden eyes, dreamily and so close to tears.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 12:35 pm
Pierre felt fear gripping him tightly. He shoved her away roughly and stood. "What did you say," he asked, his voice shaking with shock, "Simon? Why would I pretend to be someone else? As if I have any interest in your courting. As if I care who you pass yourself on to." He could feel his voice shaking and breaking with emotion as he glowered at her; he knew she would never believe it when his voice so obviously betrayed his care for her. He had to try. His plan was falling apart and he would be vulnerable. Heartbroken. He searched for the words, "You think... As if I feel... You're so... So eager to still your beating heart that you..." He couldn't continue. Pierre gave a sigh of resignation as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He closed the gap between them and roughly pulled her to him; he took her hands and kissed them gently.
A sudden pain ripped through him, threatening to compress him into nothing. He fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, trembling and feeling - for the first time since his turning - that he was choking. He clawed at his throat, intending to rip it open and alleviate the pain, but he was not strong enough.
His eyes fell upon Jamie. He reached for her as tears poured from his eyes. Tears? No... blood. Rem's final revenge - her venom in his potion. The moment Pierre was about to confess his love to her, the spell activated and released the venom into his system... It was as clear to him now as if he'd read it. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. He needed blood - and quickly - if he was to survive.
He tried to speak, to tell his beloved his true feelings before it was too late, to tell her he loved her and hold her one last time. All he could manage was to gurgle up more blood. His body was rejecting its most recent feeding.
I'm sorry, Pierre mouthed before fading into darkness.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 6:36 am
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ Jamie covered her mouth to silence her scream. She knew there was something amiss. Why didn't she ever trust her instinct? Everything became a panicked blur. Pierre collapsed to the floor and started to cough up blood. She needed a straw. Were there straws in Ravenwood?
"No, no, no..." tears streaked down her cheeks and her previous nervousness snapped into a rush of adrenalin. Her mind started to race, grasping at any possible solution it could find.
"Please don't die," her voice was barely a whisper. She felt sick. She then did the next best thing that popped into her mind - cutting her wrist with the knife she found in Pierre's drawer. Blood poured out of the wound and splattered on the floor, but she didn't wince. There was simply no time. Jamie pressed it to his cold, unconscious lips.
"Drink it, Pierre! Swallow!"
His unresponsiveness forced her to do the one thing she hoped to avoid (to leave him behind and search for help), but there was no time to hesitate. After wrapping her arm in a pillowcase, she dashed out towards the study, leaving him on the floor.
"Milady?" it was Francois.
"Help him! Please!" she barely looked at him. She must have been quite a repulsive sight - bloodied, injured and tear-faced - but she couldn't care less. If there was a hungry vampire out there now who would be intimidated by the smell of her gushing wound, Jamie showed no concern to the thought. She did not even register her actions as reckless. There was only one purpose.
***
Jamie awoke on a stiff couch in an odd room. Her arm was properly bandaged, but she felt completely drained of all life.
"What happened?" she groaned, her head reeling. Francois crouched near her head.
"You're a reckless human, you know that?" he scolded before noticing her confused expression and explaining further. "You cast a spell on the prince and then passed out."
Jamie laughed, but stopped soon after because of her immense headache.
"It's not funny!" his face seemed somewhat shocked and aggravated by her response.
"I watched the whole thing play off. After you started chanting, the light went out the room and the candles flared up shortly after. Then your eyes were white as death itself and you passed out, cold as ice."
Jamie sobered, frowning slightly. She couldn't remember much. The only thing she could recall was the unconditional need to save Pierre.
"It's dark art, Jamie," he was scolding now, but she ignored his ranting. Instead, her mind drifted to what Pierre had told her before the entire incident. There was one particular part that brought a cold pain to her chest.
"As if I have any interest in your courting..."
He's not Simon? How can he have cousins if he was once human and the only one to sacrifice his humanity for the sake of his Kingdom? Who is Simon to call himself Pierre's relative if he had not the exact same intentions in becoming a vampire? More importantly, why would Pierre say that? We shared something special, I swear it. It couldn't have been my imagination! It couldn't! Though, he said... Jamie, what are you doing? Who are you fooling? This world doesn't belong to you. Like he said, who are you to assume he loved you at all, even, not to mention pursue. Player. No, you just always have to think it's all about you. This is your fault. You are just like Rem in some ways, aren't you? Besides, you are the reason she gave a shot at him in the first place...
"Jamie, are you even listening to me? You could have been dead!"
"Hmm?" she slowly sat up straight. "Oh. How is he?"
"Who?"
"Well, Pierre of course. I mean, Prince Jean-Pierre."
"He's sleeping," his expression displayed dismissal of the subject, but she pressed for details.
"Is he - "
"He is alive, yes. Thanks to you. Jamie, if I hear you practicing black magic ever again, I will seek you out myself and kill you. You have no idea how dangerous that spell could have been. Do you even know what you did?"
"No," Jamie became uninterested which irritated Francois even more.
"You took the poison onto yourself. Fortunate for you, that poison was meant for a vampire and thus does not really affect you."
A man wearing reading glasses emerged from the door.
"Ah, you're awake. Can I take your vitals? After that you can visit Jean-Pierre. He's doing just fine," the man smiled warmly and Jamie returned his friendliness.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 7:13 am
Pierre woke in a dark chamber, feeling quite disoriented. He stood and stretched, flexed his arms and legs experimentally. Everything seemed to be working fine. He took a quick tour of the dark, circular stone room and found a door on the far side, partially hidden by a curtain.
He turned the gilded handle and the door clicked open. He was in a secret chamber, he realized. One he knew well. Slowly, he regained his bearings before continuing upstairs to find Jamie.
No matter where Pierre looked, he couldn't seem to find her. She was not in her room, the kitchen, dining hall, his room, the ball room, the library...
Finally, he saw her in the lounge being examined by a healer. Francois was crouched next to her, lovingly scolding her. Pierre felt his heart breaking. I guess I had one after all... He watched her for a while, smiling, talking. I suppose she deserves this happiness. Tonight, when she chooses her suitor, it will be Francois. He'll see her through the ritual. He'll turn her.
And what will become of me...?
He agonized over it a while before turning away from the door. Halfway down the hall, he stopped. No. No... Who's to say she can't be just as happy with me? Who's to say that I have to give up and let him have her? No!
He quickened his pace back to the lounge and wrenched open the door. Fancois jumped up in surprise. Pierre aimed a blow directly to his jaw. Francois fell back, clutching the table. He picked Jamie up in his arms and carried her swiftly to the terrace, placed her on her feet and whipped around to lock the doors behind them. He could hear the healer and Francois working to open the lock. "You've killed me in every way possible but physically," he began, his voice breathy and urgent, "You've made me feel human. I don't thank you for that. And now you're to choose your suitor tonight." He pressed his fingers to her lips before she could interrupt. "You think carefully and choose the one who will do right by you. But remember this..." He pulled her close, as he had so many times before, but this time more gently. He brought his lips to hers softly, memorizing every detail of them, using his attraction to its fullest, feeling his skin glow slightly, his scent filling the air. Pierre poured everything he had into that kiss until he was sure Jamie was stunned, and still took more, slipping a silver, thread-like bracelet upon her wrist as he did so. He pulled away carefully and departed before she could open her eyes.
* * *
Two floors above, at a tall window, Pierre watched her. He knew he could not exist without her. He said a silent prayer to the gods for the strength to endure. The strength to let go when it was time. Until you choose another, I will fight for you, my Jamie.
I love you...
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:53 am
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ Jamie opened her eyes and blinked. Her fingertips flew up to trace her lips where Pierre's were just a moment ago. Is this a dream?
The doctor and Francois barged in and nearly tore off the door in the proses.
"Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"
"Why would he hurt me?" she scolded as a response. They couldn't hold her attention for a minute and she pushed her way past them and went to her room.
Jamie Katherine du Bouvier. It has quite a ring to it. She pondered on the thought for a little while before jumping to a plan of action. Shouldn't I become acquainted with the King first? Shouldn't there be teachings of some sort of how to be a royal? If Pierre is not Simon after all and... Her thoughts trailed off. Do I like Simon a bit more than Pierre? The Prince has saved me countless times and he's always been there for me, but Simon is a tad less demanding. If I could fuse those two... She laughed at the thought.
"Fuse people, really, Jamie? You never cease to amuse me," she said to herself, opening her cupboard. She had to look her best on the day of the choosing.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," she called out.
"Milady, we are here to prepare your bath." The servant girls carried a huge tub of some odd milky mixture and poured it into her bath tub. Then they closed the door and stood next to her, examining Jamie's dresses.
"Who are you," Jamie asked, smiling at the girls. There were three of them and they couldn't be much older than herself. They were visibly shocked about her question, but straightened up and introduced themselves. They were human.
"I am Mina, and these are my two sisters, Lia and Alice."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jamie," she said innocently as if meeting new friends.
"We know, milady," Lia said.
***
The next night, when Jamie woke up after a 10 hour sleep, the trio were there again. They were preparing a second bath for her after the previous morning's scrubbing. Lia, the oldest of the three, was standing at her bedside with her breakfast. Jamie thanked her and ate it while watching them scurry all over the place and smiling at their excited chatter.
"Do you know who you're going to chose, Miss Jamie?" Mina asked with a bright smile on her face. Even though Jamie gave them permission to call her by her name, they still couldn't shake their habit of referring to her formally.
"I have an idea," she smiled warmly at them.
The night started. Jamie was scrubbed once again and buried in luxurious creams. They did her hair and make up for her and helped her with the dress. The dress was pale and her make up was soft and warm. She looked pure and innocent.
"Thank you," Jamie whispered and hugged the sisters.
"Can I ask you one last favour?" They nodded in unison.
"What would you say if you were to choose someone tonight? Would you just say the person's name, or..."
"I have no idea how these things work, but I guess I would just say the person's name and be done with it," Lia chuckled. Mina, the youngest, stared dreamily into the distance and formulated her response.
"I'd say something like 'I'm choosing a man who was always present when I needed him, who...'"
***
"...who confused me, left me broken-hearted, but reassured me in the end. Now, the only thing I need is his confession. I know that this might be inappropriate since he never formally pursued me as the other suitors did, but I hope it would still be allowed."
Jamie looked around nervously, searching for familiar faces. The King was there and her suitors stood in front of her, but Pierre was gone. His absence stabbed her gut and she struggled to keep herself together. There were too many people listening and watching her. She wanted to run away, but she stood her ground and showed no hint of hesitation or anxiety. In fact, she was glowing. She felt happy underneath all the stress, because she knew, if Pierre is somewhere in this bunch, that he would come to her.
"Who is it, Miss Jamie?" The spokesperson urged her, interrupting her search.
"Prince Jean-Pierre du Bouvier," she said his full name as to avoid confusion and it seemed to have made those near her gasp with surprise. Some girls giggled, but her suitors were silently infuriated.
Jamie closed her eyes and tried to recollect herself. There were talks of how he would never be hers and she was asking for too much. She was, indirectly, asking to be a Princess or Duchess of Ravenwood - a vampire princess, how corny. Hesitation began to crawl its way into her gut. If Pierre rejected her now, she would have to face vampirism and the harsh Ravenwood alone. She stood there, on a stage above the others as if being auctioned, praying for her Pierre...
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:46 am
Pierre's eyes widened. He felt the oddest sensation run through him. With a pang, he realized that he was still dressed as Simon. How would she recognize him? He didn't have the time to ponder now. The buzz of voices seemed to have grown louder. He rushed forward to meet her and pulled her through a side door and into the hall amid startled and angry cries.
Does she know what she's done? That rift between the pro-humans and anti-humans has just completely torn. My Jamie has just sparked a revolution... My Jamie, he thought with a smile. An overwhelming sense of love burst through him; he had to fight to keep from shouting with joy, had to force himself to go on. With the angry shouts growing louder from the chamber they'd left, this was hardly the place to discuss their feelings.
Ignoring her confusion, he kept going until he found the hidden alcove behind a thick curtain and drew her behind it.
"What are you doing," he asked, shaking her a little, "What are you doing? Do you know what you've just done? What will happen to Ravenheart," he ranted. Pierre forced himself to calm down and take a step back. He released her and sat down heavily on the bench in front of the window, the curtain swishing a little as he did. He burried his face in his hands for a moment before realizing he still wore his mask.
Still hardly believing she chose him, he reached up and tugged off the mask, throwing it to the floor at her feet. He heard her gasp and untied his hair so that it fell loosely around his face as it usually did, running his hand through his curls out of habit. "Jamie, not that I am not pleased - are you sure you've thought this through," he asked, fighting to keep the hopeful tone from his voice. "After all," he said, trailing off and gesturing to the mask that was shining in the moonlight.
Of course he wanted her. Of course he was happy. But why would she choose him? Did I really win her fairly, he asked himself.
Pierre reached out and waited for her to take his hand and join him, his eyes shining with the tears of regret that he could not cry. What if she only chose me because I used my attraction? What if she rejects me because I pretended to be Simon? "Please," he urged, his voice breaking with emotion. "Please."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 8:40 am
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ She clamped her hands over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Simon's mask laid at her feet and Pierre was in his place. Finally, after attempting to calm herself a bit, she dared to speak.
"I knew it!" Her eyes were glistening.
"I knew you were him, or he was you, or... whatever!" she laughed, tears of joy streaming down her rosy cheeks. She ran towards him, embracing him at his middle and hiding her face in his chest.
"All my fears were in vain," she sobbed and continued to mumble things between breathes.
"I should have trusted you more. I should have known you wouldn't give up on me and that you would be the one I'd fall in love with even if you wore a mask. Even if you confused the hell out of me," she laughed and trembled and sniffed at the same time, and then she gradually calmed down until she could hear Pierre's breathing, her own heart beating warmly, and the faint riot outside.
She looked up at him and smiled. "I love you, Pierre. I hope you don't mind...
"And I hope they don't mind either," she added.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 5:21 pm
Pierre held her for a long time, stroking her hair. "Why would I ever mind," he replied softly, amusement in his voice. "I composed music for you, I've neglected sleep and feeding, I disguised myself so that I could court you and keep your other suitors from getting too close..." He trailed off, kissing the top of her head and holding her as close as he could.
Suddenly, the sounds of screams of terror and angry shouts grew louder. He looked down at the streets below from the window. The city was swarming with vampires and humans. "Well, my dear, it seems out time is up," he said standing quickly, "The revolution is here. Come. We have to hurry."
Together, they ran down corridors, pausing only to hide themselves from the occasional group of vampires sprinting by. "We have to hurry and get James," he said, leading them into the town and through a well hidden gate to the forest beyond. "Through here," a voice urged them. Pierre and Jamie melted through the gate to the other side. "Magic," he explained looking Jamie over for a sign of injury. When he was satisfied, they continued.
"We've been waiting for you," said the woman. She was much older than either of them and dressed in peculiar robes. "I'm so pleased to see you," she said, giving Jamie's hand a squeeze. "Mother Quinn, we must hurry. Where is James." She smiled and led them deeper into the forest to a grove; a man was waiting, his back to them. Slowly he turned. "James?"
He smiled and nodded. "The ship is waiting. They know the land of the ancients. They know of a cure for you. The portal to the coast isn't far. We have to hurry; daylight is nearing. We only have four hours."
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The three of them stood aboard the ship just as the sun began to rise. Pierre stood, his arm around Jamie, James on her other side. "When this is all over," he told her, "We'll do this properly. When this is over, I'll ask you to be my queen. We'll restore Rhodessa. It's going to be difficult, but I know we can do it. Together."
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