destler
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Everyone dies. I only choose the time and place for a few.
and yet... you blame me
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Post by destler on Oct 29, 2012 12:47:33 GMT -5
Destler continued to stumble and stagger through the cold, damp tunnels with that almost overwhelming agony that throbbed through his veins. The horror of the day he first crossed paths with Lucifer was now so very vivid in his mind. Forcing him to relive the most horrifying moment in his life which he did not want. He had to keep going. Had to reach that house by the lake. He simply... had to.
Planting a hand upon the stone wall as it felt like it was moving and pulsing, he caught his breath or at least tried to. Then he heard something in this whole malevolent menagerie and staggered towards it. As he rounded a corner he saw it was Teressa being tormented. In a rushing stagger with fury in his eyes, he charged in to confront - which was putting it mildly - the attackers. Taking that little knife he often carried and began to take the trio of attackers out quickly one by one. First figure, he stabbing into the back several times and dropped his body to the ground. The second figure, he slit the throat from behind and shoved his slipping body out of the way. Now for the third figure which he toyed with and opposed in a very brief stand off before he slashed the third fool across the abdomen to spill his guts out then plant his knife into the side of the bastard figure's throat. Tossing that body aside as it was done for he then turned to- "Teressa," he gasped in longing, hope and fear. He closed the distance quickly as his hands took her face and drew her in for a kiss that told her how much he missed her and feared for her life. That he was there to protect her no matter what.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Oct 29, 2012 14:16:45 GMT -5
The pain now throbbing in Adina's head made her shake with agony. Her ears were ringing as she heard the muffled sound of footsteps behind her. She whipped her head around and saw her father once more coming towards her. She felt dizzy, disoriented from the softened sounds of everything around her, even her own ragged and pained gasps. Wincing, she grabbed the railing of the staircase to lift herself off the floor as she steadied her feet. The sounds were finally coming back to her much clearer now as all the lights in the foyer went out, save for the crashes of lightning that periodically flashed through the tall windows like strobe lights. She tried to lift her other arm and yelped with pain, pulling it close to her body. Her wrist had broken when Claude threw her down the stairs.
Then came the shuffled dragging. The sickening dragging of her father's leg as he came closer and closer! Her eyes widened as she moved back only to trip over the carpet behind her, twisting to try and break her fall. She cried in pain as she felt her already broken wrist slam upon the ground. "M-MERDE!!" She sobbed, desperately cradling her wrist as she tried to get up once more. But it was too late. Her father was already upon her, his hand gripping her shawl to yank her up to her knees. "P-Please!" Her voice was broken as she looked up at her father with those same terrified eyes as when she was but a mere child. "Please, pàpà! Clémence! Clémence!!! [MERCY]!!"
"Why did you kill Marie, Adina?!" He hissed, the stench of cognac numbing her senses as he threw her to the ground. He loomed over her, panting gruffly and ripping away his daughter's shawl to reveal her scarred back to him once more. "Why did you take away the love of my life?! You murdered your own mother! God has no love for you in His Kingdom! So you must be punished for your sins!!"
THWACK!! The switch connected with the maid's back, causing her to scream once more. He beat her with that terrible whip as she cried and pleaded for him to stop. "NON, PÀPÀ!! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" The pain and fear overwhelmed Adina as she struggled to crawl away but she was too weak. "SOMEONE!!! PLEASE!!! AU SECOURS!!!!"
"[RESCUE ME]!!!!"
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Emma Ravenhearst
Love can hold one captive in more ways than one...
The bride of Ravenhearst
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Post by Emma Ravenhearst on Oct 30, 2012 16:37:22 GMT -5
Emma let out a horrid scream when she was stopped, kicking and yelling, believing that she had been caught by that night terror of a Dalimar, believing that her life would be ended again, that her body would be gone, that it would have all been for naught...!
But it was not him, she could feel it. She could feel the other half of her soul clinging to her tightly, begging for her not to move away, because it felt like safety. She obliged happily, leaning into her love, clinging to him tightly as he pressed himself against her, turning away from the door, terrified that he would break his way in at any second.
Her breathing ragged, she fought to catch her breath and answer his question, "In the basement...Charles...He's calling them again, they're back, he...We have to do something..."
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Nov 7, 2012 1:16:32 GMT -5
Christine was sleeping beside her husband that late evening of Hallows Eve. The couple was back in the manor now. As much as Christine would have liked to be away from that place, there were two things preventing that from happening. First and foremost, even with her recent efforts to learn English, she was still terrified of the village and had trouble understanding and communicating. The second issue was one of finances. On Raoul's salary at the zoo, there was no way that they, along with Mamma Valérius, could afford to move. Thus, they were stuck at the manor... for the moment, at least.
The young woman was snuggled up close to the man, wrapped up in the sheets and covers even to the point where she was hogging them a bit. She had learned at a young age how to keep warm when the weather started changing, being that she was from Sweden. The fall air was quite cool.
Suddenly, the girl stirred and say up, hearing strange noises, seemingly coming from the manor itself. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, startled and confused. Amidst this odd noise was the strange, yet beautiful wail of a violin, and this made her curious. She glanced down at her husband before carefully slipping out of bed and lighting a candle. She shivered as her bare feet hit the cold wood of the floor and hugged and rubbed her arms in an attempt to keep warm, before picking up the candle in its holder and then opened the door and peered out into the hallway.
The hall itself seemed completely empty, but the sound of the violin grew louder and she could make out the faint voice of someone singing. Who would be up at this hour, playing so loudly? she wondered to herself. She stepped out into the hall, but at that moment, something quite curious happened. The door to the bedroom closed itself behind her and the candle she had been holding suddenly went out and she was left in the darkness of the hall.
Christine had never been very fond of the dark, and was in no mood to change that distrust that very evening, but found to her distress that when she tried the door to the room and found it to be locked. Her lips trembled as she began to panic, and she continued to try it, knocking and frantically trying to open it. “Raoul?” she said with a nervous chuckle, “Raoul, this isn't funny... Raoul? Raoul!” The lack of an immediate response did nothing to calm her nerves as she looked about the pitch black hall, a chill descending on her spine. Something was not normal here...
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Teressa Lavalais
Fine. You?re rehired. Now shut up or I will run you through.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Nov 10, 2012 21:38:52 GMT -5
Teressa gasped for air, holding on to Destler for dear life. She couldn't think straight, not after that...What was that? How did he find her again? That man...that man and the others...but now wasn't the time for that. Shakily, she backed away from Destler and opened her mouth to ask him how he was.
And then she heard the cry for help. She turned. "What was that...?" And another cry..."Erik, we should help!" She squeezed his fingers then started running to the source of the screams. Back up through the tunnels and to the main floor. She continued running down the corridor, trying to find the poor woman who was screaming...Poor thing...sounded like torture....
She knew all too well what that felt like...
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destler
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Everyone dies. I only choose the time and place for a few.
and yet... you blame me
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Post by destler on Nov 12, 2012 15:38:29 GMT -5
Peace in her arms amid the terrifying rumbling all around them. This was the singular sensation that came of the chaos caused by Claude. Yes, he knew who was behind it all and who was tormenting his body and soul. The varied aches throughout his very being pulsed without end. His Goddess was here and would be his comfort. Clinging to her in desperation to ward off Claude and his minions.
Hearing the cry the second time after Teressa had mentioned it. The agonizing horror that pulse throughout the Manor and through him nearly stifled the sound of another. Before he could bring reason to her suggestion to help for all they knew it could have been Claude or one of his released Demons luring them into a trap, she took off following the cries for help. "Teressa!" Twisting around as he watched her a moment, winced in dull agony, "TERESSA!!!" He stumbled forward as he doubled over then ran after her. He tried to keep up with the tall alabaster beauty, keeping her in his sights at all times. Praying to the God that had forsaken him that it was not a trap, to keep this marble Goddess from harm and Claude's clutches. May they not be running into the Devil's trap!
Finally he caught up with her in the Manor's vast hallways, grabbing her arm, coming to a halt abruptly. "Teressa! Wait!" Twisting her around to hold her arms as he gazed back at her with a wild terrified look in his eyes, looking her over, catching his breath, doing everything to push away the pains and aches. "We must proceed with caution, my dear," The concern so real for he feared Claude laying His claim upon her and whisking her away to Hell!
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Nov 21, 2012 15:12:40 GMT -5
Over and over, the switch struck Adina's back as she screamed in agony. She kicked out in response to the pain and her foot struck out upon her father's injured leg! The man howled in pain and fell over, gabbing her shin as he roared and growled. This was her chance! Adina scrambled to her feet, her back now bloodied and stinging with pain as she ran away from her fallen father.
Suddenly, she heard a pair of voices, one that sounded familiar. It was Destler! Oh no, he was back! Did he have something to do with this?? No, he couldn't have! He didn't want to have anything to do with the demon, Claude. But the other voice... It sounded like a woman. There came another cry from her father as he struggled to get up, now kneeling upon the floor. "MON PETIT FILLE! COME BACK HERE!! OBEY YOUR PÈRE!!" Adina whimpered with fear and began calling to for help once more in hopes that she would be heard. Her eyes stung from her tears and they strained through the darkness as she cradled her still hurt wrist.
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Teressa Lavalais
Fine. You?re rehired. Now shut up or I will run you through.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Nov 25, 2012 15:14:29 GMT -5
The woman cried out for help again, and Teressa turned toward the sound. "Erik, someone needs help! We cannot ignore that!" She pulled at Destler's grip, taking hold of his hand. She heard another voice join the screams of the woman....a man's voice...and he sounded rather sinister.
It seemed that just like her demons had come back, this woman's demons had come back for another go. Teressa shuddered with every thought of those nameless men who'd tried to take advantage of her in that alleyway in Vienna. It was their faults that she couldn't look at knives without having a bit of a breakdown, why she couldn't stand to be threatened. She didn't like situations where her life was at stake, but ever since THEM, she'd hardly been able to keep a stable head in such times. That was over sixty years ago....
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