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Post by destler on Jul 17, 2012 21:29:33 GMT -5
Anger and fear welled in his belly as the two figures disappeared inside. He hastened his steps to catch up with them not wanting to lose Teressa to the hands of another man!
Ignoring the pain that stabbed at and stung him as he flung the doors open and stumbled in. Those vicious yet frightened eyes furiously looking in all directions for them. Panting as he glanced about in the lighting of the Manor halls. On the floor... a hint of the direction they went. A little dirt and grass. So he quickly made his way in that direction - Until he confronted Lenoir.
Panting as he glared maliciously at Lenoir with a sneer. "You fucking bastard!" Pausing as he glared at the half-masked twit. "You have a way of inferring with my fun."
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 17, 2012 23:41:38 GMT -5
After Teressa had left him to go to the turret room, Erik stepped back in the dark hall. He stepped against the wall in a small niche where he could see Destler come in the door, as he knew he would. Destler was unbelievable. Like a battering ram, he just kept coming. Would the man never give up and see that Teressa didn't like him?
As Destler stepped in the door, Erik could hear the man's breath come sharply and in gasps. Erik must have hurt him. That was good. He pulled his dagger from its sheath and held it in his left hand ready to use it if necessary. He stepped out of the shadows and into a place where the moonlight came in through a high window. Just enough light to see his opponent.
"Destler...Teressa is not here. She has gone. She doesn't want you." Erik's voice was low and menacing. "So, perhaps it is true that you can't die. I shall make you bloody well wish you could!" Erik came closer to the man, hoping to make him back up into the stone wall. Then he could make his move. He walked slowly, one step at a time, the dagger held high and his other hand on the lasso should he need it.
"Come, Destler, tell me why she should bloody care for you? What is it, tell me! I want to know!" Erik moved ever closer, his eyes never leaving his adversary.
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Post by destler on Jul 18, 2012 10:51:24 GMT -5
His eyes danced about in search of Teressa. Where did she goes? Where did this half-masked bastard hide her? Watching Lenoir progress towards him in a rather offensive stalking. "Perhaps the same reason as you believe. That she could love an unlikely and scarred man such as us." Glaring with hollow eyes at Lenoir. He lost his Christine, and ever since his encounter with Teressa, her persistence and curiosity when he nearly harmed her, had captured his attention. He wasn't ready for her then, now... he wanted nothing else.
"And you don't know that. Perhaps she doesn't want you!" Slowly, silently he withdrew his knife from the hidden folds of his disheveled outfit.
"Maybe," then he smirked. "Maybe you will make me wish. But... I can sure make you dead!" Hissing with a wicked grin as he held the knife making it quite visible. "She's not yours to command. Or possess."
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 18, 2012 17:55:56 GMT -5
Erik saw the gleam of the knife in Destler's hand as he flaunted it. Erik had to get close enough to knock the knife from his opponent's hand andyet not allow Destler to interfere with his own dagger.
Still trying to put him off, Erik said, " Teressa knows about what you did to that blonde girl, whether she was Christine or Carlotta makes no difference. The fact is you tried to kill a woman and that does not sit well with her! And I saw her pull away from you earlier...she is afraid of you, she only went with you out of fear." Erik was guessing on the last, based on the way Teressa had acted earlier when he had seen them together. Erik was sure that if she had been interested in Destler, that her body language would have shown it.
"And Destler, it is not your physical visage that makes women afraid, it is your evil actions. " Erik knew in his heart that the man was evil, but he wished he had more hard evidence to throw in the man's face.
"And you will wish you had never come after her, for I shall never leave you alone unless you stay away from her. She does not belong to you, nor to me, but someone must be her protector against evil bastards like you...I am her protector...never forget this!"
With that, he lunged the short distance between them, trying to pull the knife from Destler's hand, or knock it away. He held onto Destler's wrist and pushed with all of his strength to strike the man's hand against the hard stone wall and make him drop the knife. But he held on to it. Erik tried desperately to plunge his own knife into Destler, but they were rather equally matched and neither was getting the advantage.
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Post by destler on Jul 19, 2012 12:23:51 GMT -5
"Honest mistake," In which it truly was. This place was confusing to say the least. His voice dripped of sarcasm as he said those two words. "Who said I was going to kill her?" raising up a finger as he wagged it back and forth making tick noises with his tongue. "Not good to assume." Then smirks at Lenoir with a wicked glare.
He blinked upon mention of he seeing Teressa pull away. "You assume too much," he hissed annoyingly. Young and naive, Teressa most likely had not been around men often enough other than her Guardian. Or other issues. And he hoped to remedy that. That deep desire for Teressa spurred him on in ways he did not understand. But he did it anyway.
Chuckling heartily, "If she was afraid of me, she wouldn't have come with me in the first place!" He smirked. How he called to her like a siren over the dark lake. Yes, she had an opportunity to decline and he would have allowed it, too, if she so wished not to see him. But she stepped upon the shoreline instead. He recalled that moment. Seeing her in that revealing lace nightgown. Inhaling deeply as his breath caught at the mere memory of that moment. Oh, it was all going so well. That is, until this dolt arrived!
"Like you are any better!" he snapped viciously at Lenoir. Raising his brows. Her protector? Was he her live in Guardian? If so, then he was in a tough spot. "Ugh, you talk too much!" Stepping back as he felt his wrist in a vice with dull quick pains as a result of Lenoir attempt to make him drop the knife. Luckily, he had a good vice grip on the knife. Several decades of defense had ensured that he would still have his knife no matter what. His other hand came up to grab Lenoir's wrist in a likewise battle of blades. Lenoir's dagger trying to plunge into him as Destler's knife struggled to reach it's destination. The both of them locked in a battle of strength, blades and wits.
No chance for a headbutt since the other man wore a mask, he thought of ways to throw Lenoir off. While still gripping Lenoir's wrist and struggling with that dagger, Destler moved closer to his opponent, almost body to body, wrapped his leg around Lenoir's and in a force of strength and an animalistic grunt, flung Lenoir back to body slam him down upon the floor. Straightening up, stomping Lenoir's hand that held the dagger before placing his foot upon the other man's chest. "Who's the fool now? Hmm?" Grinning wickedly down upon Lenoir. Shifting his knife in his hands where it was now upside down, getting ready to stab Lenoir. His eyes taking on a vicious glee. Finally, he'll be rid of his opponent for the hand of Teressa.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 19, 2012 20:20:49 GMT -5
"Mademoiselle DaaƩ herself said that you attempted to killer and I am inclined to believe her. I have assumed nothing." Erik wanted to wipe that wicked smirk off of Destler's face.
"Destler, you cannot have her.It is up to her who she gives her heart to and she certainly has shown me it is not you...She will be safe with me."
Battling with the knives for what seemed like an interminable length of time, Erik was finally flung toward the ground in a move that knocked the wind out of him. Destler put his foot on Erik's chest and made ready to plunge the knife in deeply. The thoughts came quickly for Erik knew his life depended upon thinking fast and accurately. But time seemed to slow down amazingly. It took him hours to think out his moves, it seemed, but it was really done in an instant.
Erik's dagger had fallen frm his hand when he fell; it was inches away from his left hand. He had to get it back. He pulled his knees up in back of Destler's leg, and with one quick move, threw the man slightly off balance, enough so Erik could roll over a bit and take up the dagger. In one swift and elegant move, Erik picked up the dagger and swept it at his enemy....in the back of Destler's knee. As his enemy fell off of him, Erik took the hilt of the large dagger and came down hard on the back of the man's head again.
Next wondering what to do, Erik remembered the dungeon that was under the mansion. The same little blonde Christine had become entrapped in the place, with Erik, and they couldn't get out for hours. It would be the perfect place to hold Destler until Erik could think of something else. He put the Punjab lasso about Destler's neck and pulled it tightly. He dragged him along after him as he had done before. Erik really needed a rope to tie his hands and feet, but he didn't have one.
Erik knew the entrance was quite near. The key had been in the top drawer of a sideboard near the entrance to the dungeon. Reaching th edoor, Erik spotted the key as soon as he opened the drawer. He pulled it out in haste and opened the door. There was a dark flight of steps and Erik was ready to kick Destler downward and lock the door again when he noticed that it was not completely dark. It seemed as if there were torches burning on the walls and perhaps even gas lights.
Erik pulled Destler after him as he took the steps. Destler would feel like hell when he awoke from all the bruises. At the bottom of the steps, Erik knew that they were not in the dungeon. That was a place of cells and barred doors. Dank and filthy. This was not much better except that Erik could see it was a medieval torture chambre.
There was a rack, a wheel, stocks, thumbscrews and other choice tortures. He dragged Destler to the rack and put his head and hands in the device, locking it with the large key that also opened the door. He left Destler now and went back up the stairs, locking the door behind him.
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Post by destler on Jul 21, 2012 22:38:23 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes at the blonde's claim of trying to kill her. "Again, honest mistake," he hissed with annoyance.
"Who's to say she even wants to be with you as well? Yes. Let her decide instead of you deciding for her!" he growled at him with a sour face. He was getting tired of this half-mask twit. "As I said before... you talk too much!"
Feeling pressure and knocked off balance, in a blur as his eyes fought to relocate his intended target twisting as he stumbled to get his footing. Next he knew, an agonizing pain across the back of his leg, at about the knee to the point he lost his footing and dropped to one knee and growled in agony. Glaring up at Lenoir just in time to black out from the blow.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 24, 2012 23:09:14 GMT -5
After climbing the steps and locking the door to the torture chambre behind him, Erik leaned on the door as a sudden weariness came over him. Destler was a difficult opponent. One who couldn't die. So Erik had two choices. Make him suffere enough to keep away from Teressa or else keep him confined indefinitely. He wondered, with no food or water, would the fellow die? Would he finally come to his senses? Erik planned to come back later to see if the stocks had made Destler any more humble or sensible. He hardly thought it would. The man was obviously mentally deranged. He should be kept in confinement for good. There was a dungeon, but somehow Erik had lost track of it.
Erik thought about Teressa up in the turret room. He thought he should look in on her to make sure she was all right. He pushed the secret mechanism to make the pocket door in the wall open and started up the long stairway. He didn't realize that he had bloody cuts all over the left side of his face from the scuffle with Destler.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Jul 25, 2012 21:58:47 GMT -5
Teressa looked around the turret. What a strange room...small, hardly the size of her closet. But enough to fit accommodations, apparently. She sat in the chair, staring out the small window that allowed some light into the room. It felt...it felt like a cell, a little bit...but at least it was a safe place.
She wondered what was going on under her...how badly each of those men was hurt...She couldn't bear it if EITHER was hurt. Destler was her teacher, Lenoir was her caregiver...Destler had helped her when she injured herself, Lenoir had helped her when she had nowhere else to go...Why were they fighting over her? She was nothing!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 25, 2012 22:35:29 GMT -5
Erik knocked gently on the turret room door. "Teressa, it's Erik Lenoir. He entered, without asking permission, for he was feeling taht something imminent would happen soon. He didn't even realize that the scratches and tears in his skin from the fight had left him looking bruised and bloody looking. He felt no pain from them really, at this point, for his attention was focused squarely on the Destler problem.
"Teressa, are you all right? I had a bit of a scuffle downstairs with Destler. He is a wild man; I had to confine him." Erik paused. "I want to question him when he awakens. Is there water in this room? My mouth is dry." Erik answered his own question by seeing a small sink and several glasses on it. He rinsed one out and took a drink of water. Then he rinsed it out again and filled a pitcher with water, taking it and the glass with him.
"Teressa, if it doesn't upset you too much, perhaps you would listen in as I question him. I wish to find out if he will admit to what he was doing to the little Christine. I really don't know the half of it. I just know that she was frightened out of her wits and I must know why he did such a thing."
Erik held the door open with his foot and carried the water pitcher in one hand and the glass in the other. "After you, my dear," he said to the tall blonde girl.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Jul 26, 2012 12:13:26 GMT -5
Lenoir was bloody...that was all Teressa could think about when he walked through the door, asking questions, not letting her get a word in. When he paused to let her walk through the door, she walked over to him.
"Erik, are you alright?" She leaned in to look at his face, to make sure that the cuts weren't too deep to cause any permanent or unwanted damage. Pushing up her sleeves, she carefully looked at his face.
"Dear God, what did he do to you...?" She whispered. What had they done? What had she caused? It was like a war between these men!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 28, 2012 14:17:19 GMT -5
Teressa looked at his face as he held the door open for her. She asked if he was all right. "I'm fine," he said, frowning. "Why do you ask? Oh is my face scratched? It feels a bit raw, but I'm sure nothing serious. My handkerchief is in my inside coat pocket, the right side. Would you just wipe the blood from my face a bit, please? I'll be fine."
Then Erik started down the steps with the pitcher of water and the glass. When they reached the bottom of the steps, he walked a bit further down the hall to where the door to the torture room was located. He put down the pitcher and glass and pulled the large key from his pocket. He put it in the lock, but before turning it to unlock the door, he turned to Teressa.
"I have confined Destler down below. I am not planning to torture him or anything of the sort." Erik had thought about a bit of torture if the man seemed closedmouthed about it, but he wasn't about to tall Teressa that. "I wish to ask him questions concerning what he did to the little Christine and why. I want you to decide for yourself if he is a dangerous man or not. If you would care to stay on the steps out of the way so your presence would not influence his answers but so that you can hear us clearly, please do so. If it would upset you too much, then by all means just wait for me and I will relate what he has said. But I would rather you heard for yourself. Are you amenable?"
Erik then unlocked the door and picking up the pitcher and glass, he descended the stairs to the torture chambre.
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Post by destler on Jul 30, 2012 14:39:22 GMT -5
Cold.... dark... damp... musty... stale... rotten. Every bit of it seemed to leak into his lungs as he finally roused from his blackout only to feel lingering, dull pain, stings, and throbbing. With a light groan he opened his eyes but couldn't see a thing. No light anywhere.
Attempting to move, as he felt himself in an unlikely, compromising and almost unnatural position but as he tried to straighten up he was inhibited from his attempt, frozen in place so to speak by.. wood? He pulled and felt the wood tight around his wrist and neck. Pulling... hard and harder... almost jerking now as he started to thrash with a cry of frustration- "GrrrrRRAAGGGHHHH!!!" then stopped while panting. "Oh, very good. Very clever," he muttered breathlessly. If there was light and someone was in the place of where ever he was, they'd see his eyes filled with such a mixture of fury and almost admiration. Mostly fury. Determination set in. He needed to find a way out of this one. His Wrists rotated as he tried to see if he could slip them through the hole. It was painful and he cringed, making a little noise of struggle and pain as he tried. But gave up for a moment. The pain was too much. He stopped to think a moment. How would he know which side was the side to release? How....
His thoughts trailed as he thought he heard something. Something... distant. Footsteps?
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Jul 31, 2012 21:38:32 GMT -5
When they came to a halt outside the torture chamber, Teressa reached into Lenoir's pocket and took his handkerchief, wiping the blood from his face. Why did men always manage to become so messy when fighting? When he mentioned listening outside the door, she nodded.
"Of course I'll listen...I can't believe that he'd do anything of that sort without hearing it from his own lips. But...don't hurt him beyond repair, if it comes to that. Please?" She gave Lenoir her best pleading look, the kind that she always used against Erik to get new jewelery or to go outside without supervision on occasion. It was the kind of look that no one could deny. Or at least, Erik couldn't deny it. She hoped it would work...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 31, 2012 22:12:29 GMT -5
Erik smiled when she wiped his face with the handkerchief. When he looked at the white piece of cloth, it was indeed covered with blood. He must have ripped his face rather badly. His left eye felt a bit puffy; it would probably be a lovely shade of blue tomorrow. But that didn't matter now.
Teressa said she would listen while he questioned Destler. Then she asked Erik not to hurt Destler beyond repair.She looked very sweet and pleading. Erik wondered if she really had some heartfelt feelings of love for the fellow or if she just was being kind. "Of course I won't hurt him beyond repair." Erik smiled. And he thought...the man can't die, so certainly anything I would do to him would not hurt him beyond repair. But for Teressa's delicate sentiments, he would not hurt him unless he had to.
Erik saw her pleading look and it brought a smile to his face and warmed his heart. She really was a sweet woman. He hoped her beauty and charm would not be wasted on Destler.
Erik had put his index finger to his lips as he had unlocked the door and had mouthed the words Stay here to Teressa. He lit a lantern and placed it about at the middle of the steps, so that it's glow was only dimly felt in the room below. He took the pitcher of water and the glass with him. He had then descended the rest of the stairs.
Erik took the rest of the steps and went back for the lantern. He poured a glass of water and went over to Destler, confined in the stock. "Are you thirsty, Destler? I expect you are. And I have a few questions for you..."
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