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Post by Lonestar on Dec 14, 2009 0:02:16 GMT -5
Surprise lit features and arms lifted in response as suddenly, the door opened and a crying Lieselotte was exposed to him. Then, before he knew what was happening, the lady's forehead was pressed against his chest, the salty tears staining his shirt with their continuous droplets. For a still moment, G`rzeth just stood there blinking down at the lass, his mind overloading with memories as his past all came back in a sudden flood. His mothers hug, her smell. His little brothers glee filled laughter at his fathers corny, yet sometimes funny jokes. They had all been so close! Why did life have to be so cruel?! Fire came next. The screams of his beloved family as the beast took over, carrying the male to safety among the clouds while the rest were left to burn. Dome shook furiously, hands moving to squeeze at his temples as he tried to banish the images back to the depths of his mind. Slowly, the drake began to recover enough to fuction. Hand moved to rest on top of the maiden's head, tenativly petting it in an attempt to soothe her. <b>Hey, whats wrong? Why are you crying?</b>
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Post by Lieselotte on Dec 14, 2009 0:09:41 GMT -5
"Dad came-and-and. Delos-died..." She said into his chest. "Dad raped Yuro, and he killed Delos, he said-Delos hated me, and wanted to leave, so he did." She had her arms around Zeth, as if he was the only one to help-which was true, Yuro was almost emo, and Delos was killed.
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Post by Lonestar on Dec 14, 2009 23:35:15 GMT -5
Frown formed upon features as he leaned back a bit, attempting to get a glimpse at her face after hearing her explanation, only to be rewarded with a guise that was only more tear stained than it had been when the male had first arrived at the door. Oh dear. Dealing with crying women, or rather any women in general, was definatly not G`rzeth's strong suit. Im deeply sorry for your brothers death. I have gathered from what all you have told me that you were very close to him. Is it your father who wanted to leave for Delos? Her muddled, crying words were a little inaudible to him and he wanted to know the full story, even if it was not nessicarry. Hopefully, talking would help her to calm down and also help him in getting out of this rather tight and uncomfortable situtation. It wasnt like Zeth didnt want to help her, but he was still reluctant to be so close to someone else physically and knew it would be too rude to take a step back. The last thing the drake wanted to do was to cause more sadness for the lady to focus upon.
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Post by Lieselotte on Dec 14, 2009 23:42:55 GMT -5
She looked up at G'rzeth, then she turned, and walked ot a desk, and pulled out a family scrapbook. Newer though. "Not that I would know of, but yes, He was one of two who helped the nightmares. And now I'm scared." Her hands came to her stomach, if her father found out about her being pregnet, who knows what he would do. He would kill Yuro maybe, or worse, say that Zeth got her pregnet. Or...maybe, it was her father again. She had been a mother once, but she got rid of the baby, her father's baby in fact. Lieselotte looked back at G'rzeth after wiping her tears from her face. She wanted to ask him to stay with her, he was the only one left who kept them away.
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Post by Lonestar on Dec 15, 2009 21:46:04 GMT -5
A silent sigh left his frame, muscles relaxing instantly once the lady had moved away, the interation no longer so personal, although it was still quite a touchy subject upon which they were discussing. Bleached saphirres watched the lass as she moved to a desk within the room and got out another scrapbook, a sight which at first surprised him a bit. She must have a lot of scrapbooks scattered all over the place.... The lord couldnt help but wonder where the next booklet full of family photos would be brought out from next. Orbs met hers as she looked up, the salty droplets no longer streaming from her eyelids as they had been previously, but there was still a hint of sorrow in the fatal's rather dainty features. Also, there was another emotion which had earlier not been present. G`rzeth seemed to have a sixith sense for recongizing others emotions as so this feeling could not be ignored. Fear created creases along the outsides of her liquids, a sudden movement of femine hand drawling his attention away from her guise and instead where her palm lay upon her stomach. Instantly, sockets widen at the motherly pose the woman now held as she stood in the middle of her bedroom, pair finally raising slowly, as if reluctant, to hold the essa's stare once more. Are you pregnant? Words were quickly blurted out, the shock at such suspecisions already making mind busy with a thousand differing thoughts. Zeth had no idea a vampire could reproduce, or that any immortal could reproduce. This opened up many doors of knowledge which had previously been closed off to the duke about his kind if it were true. Although, not all ideals should be baised on any information gained by this experience, the baron knew. Lieselotte was a vampire, something totally different from what he was, but maybe, just maybe, if another immortal was able to bring forth offspring, he and his breed could as well. Why this hope excited him, the bloke knew naught. He planned to never be so close to another as to engage in such duties as having a child would require. To loose one family was enough. Not even the beast could save him from himself if the drake lost another, perhaps more dear, family.
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Post by Lieselotte on Dec 18, 2009 13:48:01 GMT -5
She nodded, biting her lip, eyes locked on the wall. Then the blood staind carpet. Please don't say anything, she thought. Delos died that way.
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Post by Lonestar on Dec 31, 2009 17:31:17 GMT -5
Arms folded across the male's chest, mind absorbing the information as she nodded. Suddenly, the potent smell of blood wafted into his nostrils, causing gaze to jump towards the lass, seeing a droplet of blood roll down her chin before being pulled by gravity to the ground. Gesh Lieselotte! Your fangs can pierce your own skin too you know. Instantly, he ushered her inside, seeing easily the door to the bathroom and pushing her towards it. Once they were inside, the male looked around for a wash cloth and finding it, moved to the sink, turning on the cold water and soaking the rag. Hands then rung the majority of the water from the cloth before figure turned and handed it to her, holding the rag towards her face, hinting that she dab the blood from her lip. Hands supported his weight as they braced against the lip of the counter, elbows locked whil pools watched the lass. Does the father know? Or is this a secret?
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Post by Lieselotte on Dec 31, 2009 23:28:27 GMT -5
It's a secret. She whispered, she took the washcloth, and set it on the counter. She licked her lips, getting the blood off. "This will sound in sane, G'rzeth. But I have to get it out." She took a deep breath. "I'm in love with you." She managed to say. She had her eyes closed. "Please, let me know how you feel, but don't hate me." She added, bracing her self for him to hit her. But, she turned to face him, eyes still closed, and pressed her lips lightly to his. And pulled back, now ready for the blow from him.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 2, 2010 0:35:08 GMT -5
Piercing glacier eyes watched her as she set the washcloth upon the counter next to the sink, a small frown creasing the skin between visionaries. How could she be pregnant and not want to inform the father? It made no sense to him, but then again, the lass was confusing to him more recently since he had gotten to know her better. All the male could think was that the unborn child would need both of its parents, just as every babe did and he couldnt help but sympathize with the unknown sire. As a man, he would want to know if he was expecting a baby or not with someone, no matter the relationship for the resulting offspring would most likely have his genes, including his particular "talent" and he would want to be involved in their life, as his parents had been in his own. Femine lyrics drew him from his frowning trace and for a moment, facade turned passive until she said "get it out." Instantly, the bloke's mind jumped to the being she was carrying around in her stomach and expression changed into one of horror at the insensitivity she was showing. Rage built inside of him and he was just about to chastise her until the next sentence came, shocking him even more than the previous one had. Lieselotte loved him?! How could she love him? They barely knew each other, didnt they? The baron was still in his surprised state when the fatal spoke again, her syllables coming to his mind as gibberish for the time being, but then lips pressed against his which brought him quickly out of his immobile state. Hands flew to her shoulders and G`rzeth took a step back, staring at her as if she were a stranger to him. Suddenly, the words she had said were decoded and the drake relaxed, letting palms fall from her shoulders as chest lifted in a sigh, lids closing over depths and dome turning away from her. Lieselotte, I don't.... I can't.... Vocals trailed off, the male still struggling to gather his jumbled mind. I'm sorry Liese. I do not love you. You are a dear friend to me, however, and I could never hate you, but I think this is all we could ever be. You should not love me. I am not.... right for loving. I am sick with a disease I have harbored for six years. No one should have to suffer though the heartache of loving me for I'm afraid it is a fruitless endevor. Sad gaze lifted then to meet hers, chin tilting slightly back in her direction, apology etched across his features. I would understand if you ask me to leave.
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Post by RileyCasper on Jan 2, 2010 1:07:45 GMT -5
Pillars carried the bloke from the forest surrounding the mansion like castle he called home, to the front porch. Different things ran through the mechanism that was his brain. Those thousands of things all lead to one in the end. Lieselotte. What was the true reason behind her bloating stomach. Yeah he noticed. Most men wouldn't, but he did. Why did she choose not to go for the hunt this morning, with him? All stupid little questions... None made sense. As he pulled on the door handle, his sensitive ears picked up the sounds of speaking upstairs. Lieselotte's sweet voice, then a male's reply. A hiss rippled from his chest. The door handle crushed beneath iron grip. Dispite the feed he just had, orbs glowed a neon red. The door fell from it's hinges as he nearly stomped up the steps. The washroom door nearly crumbled in the male's grasp. Anger over took him, breaths came in deep heavy drags. His arm pushed the door from it's hinges. "Lieselotte!" His long locks fell into partial view.
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Post by Lieselotte on Jan 2, 2010 1:39:49 GMT -5
Lieselotte ran to Yuro. And threw her arms around his neck. She missed him. When she kissed Zeth, she didn't mean to, and when she said she loved him, it was in a family way. "Are you leaving your son and daughter?" She whispered.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 2, 2010 2:01:03 GMT -5
Crown turned before the lass could even reply and stance straightened, the sound of angry footsteps landing upon the stairs outside. Mind didnt have a chance to wonder whom was so angry before the door the the fea's bedroom was ripped open, the sound of cracking wood piercing the male's sensitive ears. Bodice moved away from the bathroom door as it too was jerked off its hinges, a deep frown showing at the man who came into the tiny space he and Lieselotte were already occupying, wondering who the hell he was to be going around the maiden's house busting it up. Then, the stranger called out the girl's name, his rage evident in his voice as if one could not tell by his eyes and expression. Gaze shifted to the lady as she ran past him and threw her arms around the other's neck, the slight moment of confusion being overtaken by sudden understanding then later discomfort. Obviously, this man was the father of the vampire's unborn child and Zeth felt as if he were intruding on a conversation he should not be when femine vocals asked the new comer if he was going to leave his childern. Weight shifted from one leg to the other, the drake wishing he could escape the situation, but the only exit was blocked by the expecting parents. Glance was taken around the room and suddenly, orbs saw a window and the male began to wonder if he could jump out of it and change fast enough before he could hit the earth.
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Post by RileyCasper on Jan 2, 2010 2:10:00 GMT -5
The next few moments, Yuro ignored Leiselotte. His angered gaze fell upon the brute standing there in the wash area. He dismissed the enraged glare from the male and dropped it to his lover. His hands shot behind his head and grabbed her hands, roughly to show he meant what he was about to say, but gentle, to be somewhat kind to her. He pulled her hands down inbetween them and pillar caused him to take a step back. "Yes... But I'll be back." He said, in a deep enraged tone. He placed his hand on her stomach. The boy, the boy would belong to him. They female, not so much. The boy was his, nobody else. Not even Liese's.
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Post by Lieselotte on Jan 2, 2010 2:18:54 GMT -5
She nodded, and watched his hand on her stomach, and winced. Memories of when her father came, and 'talked to Yuro'. "Yuro...I need to show you something." She whispered. "My father..." She looked up at him, hoping he would understand her father had hit her, and kicked her, he found out she was pregnet, and didn't like it. She nodded at the window for Zeth. "There's stairs there." She whispered. "And, you are welcome to stay, and when I said I loved you, I meant it in a family way."
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 2, 2010 2:35:45 GMT -5
As the time progressed, the male found himself wishing he could disappear. This was not his scene. Not his house. And this conversation certainly did not involve him. He tried not to listen, tried to block out their words, but it was hard when the pair were talking only a few feet away from him. Hands shoved into pockets, position shifting as he walked towards the window to lean against the wall, his back to the duo in a attempt to give them as much privacy as possible. Gaze was directed towards the tile flooring, but he could feel the other's angry stare upon his back. Funny how jealousy could be directed at the most innocent people. G`rzeth didnt care really. He no longer wanted to be there and would damn sure let the other guy beat him up as long as he got out of the situation. Perhaps it had been a poor decision to stick around Lieselotte after she had told him she was pregnant and that it was a secret, but honestly, how could he had known it would turn out like this? The lord had simply wanted to help her in anyway he could, as any friend would and was now resenting the maiden for practically forcing him to remain in the bathroom as she and her "baby daddy" talked. Crown whipped around as her lyrics finally addressed him, facade blank stone while cold bleached depths stared at her. The man turned to the window, hand appearing out of his pocket and punching through the glass. Sure, it had a latch where he could have lifted it, but this way was much easier and he no longer felt my being curitious. Crimson seeped out of his wounds unnoticed as the bloke moved quickly through the exit he had made for himself, not even bothering to use the stairs except for as a launching pad as he jumped off the ledge, initiating the transform before his feet had even left the metal. The shifter was no longer welcome, nor did he want to be. The figure of a dragon lifted from the earth and flew past the window, headed west as wide and powerful wings pushed the massive beast along the wind.
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