Adina Gillespie
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Apr 22, 2013 11:23:41 GMT -5
The young woman watched Destler pace the room like a trapped, wild dog… What was going on in his mind? He seemed to be conflicted with something, was it that woman again? She sighed and looked down at the piano before letting her fingers touch the keys. Delicately, she began to play an old piece she had learned in her childhood, simply by ear. The music soothed her and she smiled before lifting her fingers from the keys and sighing in relaxation.
She turned to look at Destler when she felt his eyes upon her again. She thought she could have broken through his shell, to really see the man beneath the mask, so to speak. Did Claude really plague him so badly that he is now just a husk of who he used to be?
Adina managed to reach out and touch his face if only for the briefest of seconds… It didn't feel completely like real skin; it was different. Was it a mask or was it real? But before she could, he had grabbed her wrist again. She frowned and looked at his hand before looking at him again. "Is it real?" Was all she asked. "Did…. He do this for you?"
She realized that this time when he caught her wrist, it wasn't as tight as before. It was more as if he were only hold her arm in place instead of in a death grip. Suddenly, there came a soft whispering around the room:
The Master is not doing this to her, no, She is here of her own accord, Destler. Our Lord is only waiting to kill her, Yes, to kill her! Take away her little life, but not yet. Do you like her? Do you? Yes! You do!
The maid couldn't make out what the whispering was but she panicked and backed away when Destler released her from his grip. She stumbled and backed into the piano which caused a great cacophony which almost hurt her ears. She quickly moved away from the piano as the noise echoed in the room before slowing fading away…. What on earth was going on? Was this Claude's doing, those voices?
Her attention was turned back to Destler when he spoke to her once more. She hadn't noticed his dark smirk beforehand but his tone of voice sent a shiver up her spine. His plot…. He wanted her to….. "You are asking me to seduce Lenoir?" She sounded almost disgusted. A stinging bit of bile rose in her throat. It wasn't that she didn't think Lenoir handsome, she did, but to be used by someone for their own benefit was truly disgracing to her. And did he really say that Claude was in love with this Teressa? The Devil in love?? Was that even possible?! Surly Destler was joking! But if he was not, what was he plotting in that devious mind of his?
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Post by destler on Apr 22, 2013 14:48:35 GMT -5
Putting some distance between himself and Adina was vital at this point. Her presence, especially in close proximity, was a temptation he was bound to lose if he did not keep her at arm's length and out of sight; to keep Teressa in the perspective of his thoughts rather than letting this fiery maiden seduce him without trying just by her within his sights alone! He was a man after all. He was only.... human? HA! Not even that! He was different than a normal human.
Touched by the maid which helped him none to resist that urge to ravage her in ways that she never had experienced nor ever will. Oh, yes! It was so easy to make her bend to his vices and enjoy them! All the reason to keep distance between himself and her! "Yes," he answered finally in a soft, gruff voice refusing to cast his eyes upon her.
He heard the whispers that came from no where, yet everywhere. The words and voices heavily disturbed him at first. When he finally shifted his haunting eyes to Adina, he had learned the truth so to speak. She was here for but a fleeting moment to... do what? Experience what? Life? What life would she enjoy to be tormented only to have the very breath that kept her living ripped away from her in an instant! His eyes returned to the usual haunting darkness that constantly inhabited them. Clinched his jaw when the voices only re-enforced what he was trying to fight - Lust! To see the maid react fearful to the whispering voices caused him to react malevolently! "ENOUGH!" Boomed that gruff voice while glancing about for nearly a minute until his eyes landed upon and remained upon Adina. Deeply he inhaled while he studied her. They were the unfortunate victims of the Prince of Darkness. They were kindred, as much as he hated to admit it. That knowledge only tortured him more with the choice of whether to keep her at arm's length, or draw her closer to give her just a fleeting taste of what life was truly like. How could he do that when he barely experienced life himself?
A slight smirk as he glanced down bobbing his head lightly, "You don't have to do a thing, my dear Adina." He grinned while shifting to straighten up and face her fully. "He... simply... cannot refuse the attentions of you women. He needs it!" Crunching his face with added drama to prove his point. "Just... like... a Harem." His words dripped with malicious truth nor jealousy for his sights were firmly upon Teressa. Or trying to keep the alabaster beauty within his sights at least. "Keeping Lenoir away from Teressa should be no monumental task," as he was fiddling with cuffs of his shirt sleeves since he wasn't wearing gloves. "He's already taken a shine to you, dear Adina," as his eyes looked her over with a lusty hunger to them. "If you want to seduce him," a small measure of pleasure at that though while pursing his lips outward, "That is your choice. Belonging to Him... You are definitely not beyond it." Again looking her over, "shall I... give you pointers?" His voice thick now with sultry wickedness.
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Adina Gillespie
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Apr 22, 2013 16:52:35 GMT -5
The head maid could not help but continue to wonder what was racking him so tortuously.He refused to look at her and tried his hardest to keep her as far away from himself as humanly possible… Could it be that he was growing infatuated with her?… No! What a preposterous notion for her to even think!
"So it is true," Her voice almost a whisper itself as she looked upon Erik. "He really is Lucifer... He is the Devil."
She turned her head away and covered her mouth as if to silence a soft whimper when the voices finished their tormenting around them both. Her heart felt as though it were about to be ripped out of her chest at any moment and cause her to gasp her final breath once more. That horrific drowning sensation overwhelmed her and she nearly swooned but caught herself before her legs gave out beneath her. She sat for a moment to collect herself before standing once more and exhaling deeply, brushing back a stray lock of wavy red hair.
Destler's booming bark for the whispers to end made her already raw nerves nearly split in half. She moved to sit upon the piano bench so her legs would not threaten to crumple beneath her again. The voices finally drifted away and the maid's tense shoulder visibly relaxed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
"A harem?" The confused maid echoed, tilting her head just slightly to the side. She was unfamiliar with that expression. "Is that is anyway similar to a brothel?" She asked in hopes to clear up her understanding. If that was what he meant, he must be mistaken. Lenoir was a kind man, but he was no whoremonger. Was Destler trying to make her upset or think badly of the other Erik? If so, it was not working in the slightest. He would have to do much worse if he were to make her hate Lenoir.
'He's already taken a shining to you'. She blinked rapidly as if shaking herself from a daydream. Had she heard Destler correctly? "But Lenoir is my friend… A close friend, nothing more…." Her voice trailed off as Destler continued to speak. 'If you want to seduce him'? Why would she even think of seducing Lenoir? She looked up to Lenoir as if he were a close friend and possibly even a father-figure. Not someone to potentially fall in love with. But as Destler continued, his words made her stomach tighten and her shoulders tense. "Pointers?…. I do not understand what you mean?" But she did and it made her flush a deep shade of pink.
She shook her head as if to clear her mind, but that strange thought continued to echo in her skull. Finally, she took a final step closer to the Phantom and raised her eyes towards his. "M. Destler," She slowly started to speak, tilting her head up so she could properly look into his eyes. "Are you trying to seduce me?
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Post by destler on Apr 24, 2013 16:10:55 GMT -5
Nodding slowly with barely a glance towards the maid. "Except... He looked different when I first met Him. When He first cursed me." The emotion of that moment so evident in the tone of his voice, laced with fright, horror, disbelief, pain, sadness. Destler stalked about slowly as though he were tortured by his thoughts and decisions, looked slightly in anguish. "No matter what He looks like... I can recognize Him." His voice gruff but flowing.
There was no reaction from him as the poor young maid seemed terrified now by the truth. A truth she obviously knew but to hear the confirmation from another who had unfortunately been 'touched' by the Prince of Darkness with a vile curse. was more than enough for her to bear it would see from her reaction. Holding his head in his hand as the whispers silenced finally, he closed his eyes and tried to rid the encroaching pressure to his head.
Either the young maiden was ignorant or she simply did not want to believe what was said. "Yes. You know," as he turned somewhat to her, his hand folding over and over in a circular motion, "A forbidden group of women occupying a certain space and only a select few men were allowed near them or the women simply brought to the men. That sort of thing. I have noticed his attachment to a select number of women, craving so deeply the attention they give him." Then he chuckled, "And yet... he remains so ignorant," Destler chuckled again highly amused with Lenoir's bumbling fortunes. "A man surrounded by women, and he hasn't a clue of what to do!" Laughs heartily.
Shifting his wickedly intense gaze upon Adina, locking them upon her, he smirked and snickered. Was she trying to tell herself that to reserve her purity? For what? There was no way she was going to be saved from her fate anyways. Once Claude took hold of His victim, that victimize being was his for all eternity! There was no escaping that. He was greatly amused that Adina was so naive to 'only being close friends' and once again he snickered as he glanced down to the floor where he was pacing. Oh, Adina was so delusional with dreams of purity.
He stopped pacing and turned to look at her as she approached him. Tilting his head to look at her with a blank face before a smirk curled the corner of his mouth. "If I were," as she stepped closer to her, now just merely a couple inches from one another, "You would know it," he purred gruffly His eyes shifted down to look over what of her he would immediately glimpse. "Lenoir... is but a man. All men... have a need... they want satisfied. Some... by only a woman they trust.. and desire." Then lifting his eyes to look into hers, "I've seen how he looks at you. He's looked at each woman differently." He counted that Christmas Eve a good few women whom seemed to liven him up. It was unmistakable, that glint in his eyes. Perhaps women did not see it or perhaps they did. Why ever did they restrain themselves from such obvious fancy? Oh, yes. Virtue. Here in this place... there were none!
Destler pondered so very briefly some way to inflame her and tear Lenoir down! In an instant, his hand shot up to Adina's neck, not to grab it threateningly even though that's what it looked like. Instead, he allowed the palm of his hand with his fingers stiff and straight up, to caress from her neck down over a portion of her shoulder then rub up along her next to cradle her jaw. With gentle manipulation, tilted her head so that she was bared to him, again barely a couple inches from her face. He studied her. "Yyeeessss... " he hissed softly. "You just may be the instrument that finally brings him down." Or so Destler thought. He wanted to inflame Adina then send her on her way to do as she will and entrap Lenoir. If that did not work, then, either way, Adina will still help him entrap Lenoir. How could he refuse to rescue a 'damsel in distress'?
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Adina Gillespie
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Apr 25, 2013 9:41:18 GMT -5
Claude looked different?? Why was this surprising to her? After all, Claude was the Devil; he could possibly shape shift into anything or anyone he wanted. Had he been the one who had come to her as her father that unholy Halloween night? She visibly shuddered at the thought and shook her head.
She tried to calm herself as the voices subsided and she regain her composure just a little. A deep, cold tingle ran up her spine, like claws tapping along her vertebrae. It made her whip her head around to see if Claude were actually there… He wasn't. Now she was very jumpy and anxious, hoping that He was not around. She could feel tears of fear well up in her eyes. She removed the rag from her hair that let loose her red locks, bringing the dirty cloth to her eyes to wipe them free of tears.
……… She finally got his message! A deep flush of red rose to her face and she looked away. She could feel the heat in her cheeks; it was as if her blood was boiling just underneath her skin. "E-Exactly like a brothel… Non. Monsieur Lenoir would never be that kind of man. I know he isn't. He is no…." She hated to use the term. "Whoremonger. Lenoir is a gentleman and it would be wise if you were not to insult him so crudely." Her pretty face scrunched up into a bit of a scowl the best she could. She was not one to display her emotions on her face, but more with her voice. However, her voice seemed to be failing her and yet she had no idea as to why that could be.
She looked up at Destler and thought that he was looking at her a bit too intensely. She began to feel uncomfortable and another shiver an up her back and to her neck, the small hairs on her nape standing up on end. She swallowed hard to bring down the lump that was rising in her throat as he stepped a bit cooer to her. She could almost smell his musky, masculine smell mixed with an odd odor of ash and what she thought was death.
Perhaps- she hated to admit it- Destler was right. Right about Lenoir, right about how the masked man really looked at herself. No… No, it couldn't be true! And yet…. She could not shake the fact that there was an inkling of truth to what Erik was saying. After all, didn't men relish their baser instincts and desires? She felt a tingling in her fingertips and she began to wonder if she were beginning to understand what those instincts were herself. She raised her eyes to meet his again and bit her lip. "Is it a terrible thing to feel these desires, as you say?" Her voice was barely above a strangled whisper.
Suddenly, she felt Destler's hand reach out to caress her neck. The innocent maid gasped and shut her eyes. She was not afraid of disgusted; in fact, she thought she was enjoying it. Her arms tensed and her fingertips began to tingle from the sensation of Destler caressing her neck and shoulder. She began to feel faint and reached up to take off her makeshift hair tie to pat at her forehead. When she did, her long wavy red tresses tumbled about her shoulders and unfurled behind her back just above her shoulder blades. There was such stifling heat rising in her breast and moving upwards to her face that she really did think she was going to pass out. She moved her hand, which was holding the cloth, from her forehead and down by her trembling lips as she looked up at Destler. No… She would not allow Destler to coerce her into tempting Lenoir.
"M. Destler," Adina spoke, her voice soft and shaking. "You may try and turn me against Lenoir, but I will not be tempted to seduce him by a snake… Especially." She stopped to inhale sharply, her body pulsing and shaking. "Especially if that snake is you."
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Post by destler on Apr 27, 2013 12:27:15 GMT -5
Lenoir would never be like that, so she claimed. And yet, Destler has seen more than enough to know better. What man, let alone a man so disfigured, surrounds himself with beautiful women unless he wants them? Destler admitted that he was envious of, but that was before Teressa. Granted enjoying a woman now and then would still be a pleasure but why ever in the world would a man keep such a large number of ladies around him? There would be only one reason once all the faux ideas were stripped away. He snickered, "And yet... he desires the attention you ladies give to him. Perhaps he wants more from each one?" And was by now almost kicking himself. Wasn't he starting to sound like Claude? Maybe. Maybe no. Either way, he loathed Lenoir so, and wanted to see that man falter especially in the eyes of the women he holds so near and dear to him. "Whoremonger?" Looking shocked with a couple blinks and jerked to straighten up. "Oh, no, of course not. None of you charming ladies are whores, my dear Adina," as he barely looked at her. Looking away for a moment, "What ever would give you that idea that you are? A Gentlman such as Lenoir, he only goes after the finest. In Ladies and charming women, not the girls of the streets." Circling around Adina, glancing over her once in a while. "I think you have the idea all wrong." and made a clicking noise with his tongue in a measure of a 'tsk tsk naughty' way. Then a smile appeared upon his face as he noticed that classifying Lenoir as a womanizer more than got to Adina.
If she was reacting to him, Destler wondered how intensely she reacted around Lenoir. Briefly narrowing his eyes while studying her reactions, which was very amusing, as a smirk slowly appeared in the corner of his lips. Apparently she was thinking about what he was telling her. Was it clicking? Men and women. If there was an attraction, then it would present itself and often led to something more intimate. Men could hardly resist women who were attractive. Stalking closer to stand beside but facing the other direction, his face now a mere couple inches from her face, "Is it so proper for a Gentleman to surround himself with beautiful women, including yourself? You tell me?" Now he was tempted to install these cameras all over the Manor just to watch all that was happening in the Manor. Oh, yes! That would be perfect! What dirt he could gather from the other residents to utilize against them! "It's not just you he fancies. If it's not Teressa, then he fancies another man's Wife. If not her then other women residing here are well." He wondered how observant she was or if she was so blind and narrow-minded she did not want to see the obvious. Even in a massive house filled with beautiful woman, disfigured men, and a couple handsome men, there was bound to be tensions. He was drinking in Adina's reaction to his touch. This was mighty interesting. It obviously didn't take much to inflame her and yet... she restrained herself like a Virgin Priestess. Noble? Not really, She was indeed very lovely and alluring, and to see her react in such a way, he was tempted. MIGHTY tempted. But Adina was not Teressa, nor was she like Christine Day. True, she wasn't like either young woman but that didn't mean that she didn't have her own appeal. Now he knew why Lenoir kept her as part of his entourage of ladies. Barely a snicker emanated from his throat when a smirk curled his mouth, he grabbed Adina by the upper arms, gripping her firmly but not tightly, and pressed her against his body. It was true he was lusting for her, but he wanted to inflame her for devious reasons. "You don't have to do a thing to him. Just merely being in his presence," he grinned, wondering if she got the hint, even from himself. She would have to be completely disconnected from her own body to not feel something different with him. "He will do the rest." Looking her over, "A touch," looking back up to her face, "a kiss," moving his face close to hers as though he were about to kiss her, "gentle, kind words and flattery." Though he gripped her still against his body, his face and lips moving around her head, neck and shoulders as though wanting to ravage her with lusty kisses, he did not. His hot breath panting over her skin, "All he needs is acceptance from you. To know you fancy him. He... will do the rest. And you... will be helpless... to resist." And that, will be his down fall! "Is that what you want?" He whispered lustfully into her ear. "To feel his touch? For him to ravage you? To feel your bodies intertwined in forbidden passion?"
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