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Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

She gasped the moment she felt his healing touch, the pain ebbing by degrees and the familiar brush of his mind against hers. What was the matter with him?! Hadn't she warned him? Made the danger clear to him or would she have to be far more brutally honest? Mable had almost finished cleaning up the glass when the bedroom door flung open and there in the doorway stood her adopted daughter looking like a samurai hell bent on defending her lord. Aine, honey?She asked in slight confusion as the younger woman balled up her fists and closed her eyes tightly as if trying to summon a god from his slumber. Do you want to die?! You have no idea how much danger you're in... She all but screamed at him as one by one the other windows and mirrors began to crack, splinter and then shatter a storm of her own design brewing in her room as she walked towards the window she'd first broken. Get out of here! I will not have YOUR death on my hands..not yours... Before Mable pulled her back from the window and then screamed when she saw the man out in the yard. It's one of them! The vampires have come for my baby girl!She hollared, immediately wrapping her large, meaty arms around the lithe form of the asian as the thundering footsteps of men filled Aine's ears. Please! Forget about me and just fly away from here, ignore my feelings and think of yourself! She pleaded with him as the tears spilled down her face. Get her into the basement!Kenneth snapped as he glanced at the four men behind him as Mable nodded and began to drag her away. His voice amongst all others she'd heard tugged at her heart the most, and with each inch she was hauled, she felt as if she were losing part of herself. Loyalties divded her and it made her want to smash the entire world around her just so she could have a moment of peace.
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

Xander could sense the conflict exploding within the confines of Aine's prison - or rather, her home, allbeit a rather torturous one. He couldn't let it go on like this, despite her warnings. He was one of the most ancient Carpathians and not many could stand up to him and live though these humans had the knowledge to fight his people, he could take her from them. And he was going to. The moment she'd stepped up to the glass and he saw her for the first time...colors had exploded around him and the emotions he had long since forgetten had come rushing back. And he was pissed beyond compare as they dragged off his lifemate. There was no denying it now. I'm coming for you, Aine. I will not allow them to do this to you anymore. He said the words with steel reserve, letting his body fade and spread out as a mass of fog particles, swarming over the yard and house. I will set you free. I intend to keep the promise I made to you all those years ago.
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

What a brave, noble yet stupid fool her lifemate was. Wait...lifemate? Aine gasped in Mable's hold, holding off resisting her for a moment as that knowledge sunk in. Emotion long denied, colors seemed far more vibrant to her as if she'd been seeing the world through smokey specs up until now before the tears fell harder. I'm not worthy of being your lifemate...don't you understand yet? I've led your people to slaughter. I was bait and now you want to... She trailed off, shaking her head as her foster mother began to panic. What's he doing to you, sweetheart? You can't believe what they say, remember? He's a vampire, honey. They'll lie and say anyt--! No! He would never lie to me!She all but screamed, wrenching free and half-running, half-tumbling down the stairs towards the front door. Jake! Aine's gone loco!Mable hollared, causing the asian woman to scream as another pair of arms encircled around her waist and hauled her towards the kitchen. It's okay, Aine. I gotcha..I gotcha..Jake tried to calm her as she dug her nails into his forearm and shook her head savagely. I have to go to him! You don't understand, he'll kill you all if I don't!She tried to reason with the family's eldest boy as he chuckled in a cold and low tone. Not if we don't kill him first. You led him to us, good job. One less vampire in the world..As her blood turned cold and heart froze mid beat. For the love of all that is sacred and dear, RUN! I'll find you, I swear it, but you have to flee now or they will kill you!
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

He was torn between the magnitude of his and her emotions as they washed across them both the old ways of the Carpathians was telling him to kill these people who imprisoned his lifemate and to take her from them, but her fear for his safety, her tears, her screams, were urging him to flee. Aine... He groaned her name, the rolling mist freezing in its approach over the house. I will go...but for this night only...if you have not come to me by the following night, I will have no other choice but to come for you. The mist pulled back, rolling over the glittering blades of grass to disappear among the moonlit trees. Once in the coverage of the leaves, Xander allowed his body to materialize once again. His eyes glittered, full of anger, as he looked in the direction of the house. Heaven, nor hell, or any force on Earth will be able to stop me from taking you. I do not care what you have done in the past, koishii . That family has forced you to become this way, if you were truly like them, you would not have regret in your heart over what you have done. Xander could forgive her and he knew his people would as well. This wasn't the life she had chosen. He wasn't going to let them continue to do this, not after tonight. He put the image of a majestic wolf into his mind and again, his body began to change bone and sinew snapping, changing, before at last he had taken form of the wolf. The creature scented the air, taking Aine's smell deep into its lungs. Come to me, Aine. Follow your heart. Upon the morrow, you shall find me. The wolf turned away from the direction of the house, reluctance in its every step as it bolted with amazing agility and grace.
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

When he told her that he would leave her for this one night, her body sagged in relief even as her heart broke. To be apart from a lifemate when he'd just regained his emotions and his ability to see colors, to regain the part of him that had been long dormant was a great sacrifice she knew and it made her feel guilty anew to ask him to endure such on her behalf. Ha! He's retreating!She heard men shout upstairs, confidient it had been them that had frightened the monster off instead of the heartfilled beseeching of a terrified girl-woman down below. Her head was pounding and somehow, she found herself lying in a large bed though she couldn't be bothered to try and figure out who the bed belonged to at this point in the game. For a whole night, this family of so-called vampire hunters was safe, and between now and then, she had to muster the strength as well as the courage to slip away from them if only to prevent unneccessary bloodshed. Voices began to fade, unable to make out what was being said as she slipped off into a much needed sleep where her mind was free to wander and the pain of using her gifts could not touch her. I swear to you, by all that I hold sacred and dear...I will find you, beloved. Forgive me of being such a coward and a disappointment. Even if you were to take me with you this very night...my body is simply too weak and I would slow you. She apologized to him. The family would no doubt watch her like a hawk the next several hours to be sure that she was kept safe, and it would take all the cunning and beguilement in her remite to pull this off, but she'd worry about it later when she regained conciousness, for now, rest was vital and neccessary.
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

It felt like someone had ripped his very heart from his chest as he moved further and further away from her. Every part of him was screaming at him go back! Save her! Take her away from there! But he couldn't...not just yet. He would give into her wishes, just this once, if only to keep her from over exhausting herself. You are not a coward, nor a disappointment, Koishii . You never will be. You are strong, beautiful, and courageous. Now...rest. You need to rest before you leave. He sent his touch to her, the feeling of his strong arms holding her to his warm chest. He wanted so desperately to be able to just hold her, for real, just like this. And he would, before the morning of the next day, or there would be hell to pay. He trotted into a network of caves just at the edge of the woods and allowed himself to shift back into his normal body. He waved his hands and the soil of the Earth parted to allow him sanctuary. Xander floated to his 'grave' and allowed the soil to spill back over his body. His eyes shut and he allowed himself to fall into a deep slumber, the sleep of his people, his lungs ceasing their movement, and his heart no longer beating. His last thought was of Aine.
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

The night passed on with little incident thereafter, though she certainly couldn't help but dream of times before when he'd first spoken to her. The friendly voice that filled her mind, comforted her when she lay in one hospital room after another, assuring her that she wasn't alone nor was she crazy. When she finally came to, it was well into the following morning and she couldn't help but chuckle at the way she'd been clutching her pillow as though it were her childhood friend she'd been hugging all through the night. Not as dibilitated as the night before, she would need to formulate a plan and quickly since she knew the family wouldn't let her out of their sight for very long. Creeping down the hallway, she pulled to a stop when she heard the sound of the Bronsen elders speaking in hushed tones, worry and another curious emotion, guilt coating their voices. We have to keep her sedated, anything to keep her from leaving and falling into his hands.Kenneth spoke up as Mable sniffed loudly. She'll find out the truth and come to hate us. My baby girl...She trailed off. Truth? Truth about what? Aine mused for a moment before stepping around the corner and offering them all her best smile. Aine! Oh my goodness, what are you doing out of bed?Mable asked, quick to fuss over her as she rose from the table and wrapped her arms around the young woman she'd adopted so many years ago. Sorry, I was hungry..She lied easily, hugging her adopted mother back before frowning. She was the one who felt the most guilty, but why?
Thread: Dark Devotion ~Anjeru and Erato~

The day was in full swing, the sun high and its rays beaming down across the lands. It was his weakest hour, and yet, as Aine's distress became present, Xander managed to rouse his consciousness. He reached out mentally for her, hearing the words of her family as she did. The guilt she felt became guilt he felt. He merged with her best he could, to give her his strength, determination, and courage. She was afraid to leave her 'family' but afraid to stay with them. Torn between the two worlds. He flooded her with warmth, of the feeling of his arms around her instead of her 'mothers'. Though he was weak in the sunlight, he would do whatever he could to help Aine if she needed him. Don't hesitate to call out for me if you need help, Koishii. The words came to her in his husky tone, before he partially retreated to semi-rest in his 'grave' that he'd chosen the night before.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

Love does exactly what it wants to do. -James and the Giant Peach.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

I suggest you start living ALIVE before you die. Stop restraining yourself with this guilt and these excuses called 'boyfriends'. Please forgive me if I come off insensitive andor ignorant to your situation. I can honestly admit that I have never experienced such horrible pain. But, what's the point in living if you can't live alive? Don't let the guilt and excuses become the noose that hangs you. Take back your happiness, and live the way you want to. Live Alive. My ear is at the ready for you.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

I don't know if you know me well enough to understand how well this rings with me... I don't think I ever told you about Vanessa, so you might not. Either way. The constant fear of who you were can be a great motivator, but personally, I've come to seriously doubt that you can ever make that person completely vanish. Better to work within those constraints. It's not impossible to find someone who's both understanding and firm, forgiving without forgetting. And even though I know your opinions on this specifically differ from mine, you're completely wasting every second you spend associating with your boy, because a boy is all he is. Drop him. Ignore him. Don't even bother 'staying friends', he couldn't handle it. I don't think any guy who's been exposed to you on that level could, honestly. Of course, you'll do whatever you think is best, as it should be. Good luck.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

Thank you, Kite, for your kind words and encouragement. Try, I didn't know her name, but I did know of the girl. And I get you. Trust me, it makes complete logical sense. I'm just not known for acting on logic. I'm a little too soft on people, and my emotions are powerful things. Though, I saw what you did there. And thanks for the ego booster. Was sweet. Erato, you are a doll. Adorable, quirky, and very sweet. I thank you for your reassurance and the encouragement to be me. Personally, I don't believe in right or wrong. Just the best possible outcome that one can foresee. Was Kant, I do believe, that said that it is impossible to know the ramifications of any action. I think that was about the only point I agreed with him on. Ahh, well. I agree, friends can be fallable creatures who make mistakes. But it's no friend who tears you apart simply to boost themselves up. Which I fear was the purpose of this betrayal, which is why the damage done is so extensive. But things will work out, or they won't. Only time can tell. If you ever care to chat some time, I have both MSN and AIM. My AIM is on my profile, msn, just ask. I wouldn't mind getting to know you a bit better.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

I made my decision. It certainly wasn't a fun one to made. But I left my dessert date with Brett single. I got so angry. So very angry. After two months of me pushing him to even look for a job, he expected me to be excited because his sister found him a job at Denny's with her. I told him that I deserved effort. That he shouldn't leap at the first thing dropped in his lap, because that shows nothing of his interest in having a job, of a want to look for a job. I'm left being told that our relationship was floundering because I was cold, and pulling away. That it wasn't his fault he didn't try to see me. That it wasn't his fault he hasn't been here for me. And after I lost my temper and got him to admit I deserve better, that he could be better, I asked him for how long. His response, For as long as I can, with an exasperated sigh. Like I was asking too much of him to give me what I deserve. More and more we went back and forth until we were staring at an obvious breakup, yet again. And it was in that moment that he decided he could be different. That it takes the end of everything, a broken heart and so much anger, to say that he was ready to be different. I said no.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

-pets Ducky's head- I'm proud of you. Now start living life the way you desire.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

Dear Ducky, Abuse is a terrible thing to suffer through, whether physical, emotional, or mental, especially when received from a loved one. To be able to have broken the cycle that you were living through had to have taken great effort. Even if you feel as though you might have run or simply took a way out. I, myself, don't condone cheating, but I will never hold it against you or anyone else. Unless of course it was a lover of mine, then they would lose their balls. But, anyways. The thing is that you have to realize is that heaving up all the guilt and regret and other negative feelings onto your shoulders does nothing but weigh you down further. I'm glad you took initiative when dealing with Bret, as hard as that had to have been for you. I'm glad you are changing for yourself, rather than a loved one. I'm sorry that you lost more than anyone should, or dealt with more than anyone should. At least in my book. I can't say anything I've gone through can give me any firm understandings of what you have been through, but I will say that I am proud of you, whether you believe me. I am proud to know what I can of you, even as dark and dismal as it can be. People make mistakes, but the hardest thing is to grow and change and learn from those mistakes. And if I know you as well as I hope, you'll be able to do such things, even if it takes a long time to do so. The recovery process you're probably going to go through will be tough, but either way, no matter what, I'll still be proud of you because I'm your friend and I care. Even if it is just the internet, even if it is just a website through which I know you, I'm still proud to know of you in the manner that I do. Love, Hahvoc.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

Not so alone. Not everybody can swim in your pond, but at least you can hear their distant quackings, or hootings, or howlings, or whatever animal metaphor you wish, echoing through the night, all signals from the distance saying We are here, we love you, we can't be with you but we think you're worthwhile. And we do.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

Its a matter of want. Whomever loved due to what was expected, what was deserved etc soon finds unhappiness. Its a matter of what you saw, desired and pursued. It doesnt matter if upon closer inspection it wasnt what you wished for because maybe it will help the next pursuit. A friendly owl, a gruff bear, a timid squirrel, theyre all out there and maybe they will someday come to the pond to drink. You can wait, or seek them out, but once they are exposed to the occupant of the pond they may come back more often, then one day, one of them might learn to swim or convince you to come on land, who knows, maybe both.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

Things were so much simpler in younger years. Winning that game of hide and seek or getting that awesome new toy you saw in the middle of your Saturday morning cartoons were the biggest of concerns. You looked forward to lunch, not as a break in your day, but as an event in and of itself. Friends came easily and the worst fight you knew came out of a broken toy, so quickly forgotten, despite all those angry words, I'm not your friend anymore. Now, we're left with heartbreak and expectations. So many let downs, ruined relationships and the ever present crashing of dreams. We'll never grow up to be astronauts or cowboys. Our options are soul less and painful, or simple. I suppose it's insanity to attribute the life of an addict with the simple pleasures of childhood, but it seems fitting. Getting that fix is the only concern. And when high, what's not to enjoy? For those of us who don't turn to drugs, there's little to sooth the soul. Disappointment follows every up swing, and motives tint every kind deed. It's impossible to trust, harder to care, and those that do....well, they are not the brightest of cookies, now are they? After all, who willingly sets themselves up to be broken but the fools of the word. Some of you may claim that I'm painting a morbid picture, that it's my pessimism that holds the brush, my bitterness the paint. But tell me who is happy. Give me names. I want a role model, so by all means, offer one up. Tell me who manages to be stably happy in our realm. Outside of the fairy tales and movie landscapes, who is happy? I haven't seen these people. Masks, sure, I've seen plenty of them. But that's a facade. And there's nothing to envy about people who can't even deal with their misery enough to wear it on their faces. I've seen the best minds of my generation, broken by mental illness. We're all crazy these days. Everyone is depressed, we all have issues that would have made Freud blush, and everyone needs medication. I want to play hide and seek, run from my problems, hide from the pain. I'll keep looking for happiness, you haven't won yet.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

There cant be permanence to happiness, only attempts to maximize moments of it. I know several people who are happy much of the time, my grandparents, my cousin anthony and a few others. The thing is that they cant be happy all the time, so you increase your tolerance. You dont get upset over small stuff and the big stuff you focus on it but dont let it shape your life. Find happiness with yourself and its easier to find it with others. Well thats what Ive seen at least.
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

My dear hero, Never had I imagined you would be such a nefarious opponent. Here I thought I was the temptress and yet I find myself quite taken, entranced by you. And with seemingly no effort on your part. Am I so easily duped? So easily taken in? My villainous cohorts of the past have left me powerless against the charms of the righteous. You disarm me, wound me, and provide a sense of security, all in one fell swoop. Even the coldest of villainess would falter, right? Ah, these delicate vulnerabilities. How easily you coax them from me. I second guess myself these days more than ever in the past. How sweet are your come ons, how careful your commitments, always cautious, always captivating. Leaving me never sure where I stand with you. I comfort myself in that surely a hero would not play such cruel games of the heart. That a hero would be honest and forthcoming, but then I remember I am not but evil and cruel. Do the rules of the game apply to a known criminal? Or is this a taste of my own medicine? A careful plot laid out to seek vengeance for those I have wronged in the past? And this, this my hero, is the most terrifying part of it all. Riddled with doubt as I am, I cannot find the anger to protect myself. I have nothing with which to shield myself because you infiltrate my every thought and my defenses are so easily forgotten in the smiles that follow. Please, my hero, I beg of thee, treat me well. My crimes were not those of malice and cruelty, though cruel they may have been. I am a product of my environment, angry with the way the world has treated me. Angry at how I let myself be treated. Never could I see the good in the world. Never have I had your shining, lit world. Take not pity on me, but guide me, teach me what there is to know of your world. So terrified I am, that the good guys of the world are a lie. Or perhaps, they're not. I expressed my concerns once, in a flurry of words. I've loved the assholes and the egotistical pricks and I have gotten hurt. But if the nice guy, if the nice guy hurts me, then I can't blame it on the males. Then it's my fault. Then I'm just broken goods, to be used, abused, thrown aside without a thought. The idea is terrifying. What if I'll never be good enough? It's enough to drive any caring individual to selfishness, don't you think? Ahh, but the joke is on me, isn't it, Hero? You've made up your mind, and even though I saw it coming, the blow didn't hurt any less. Sweet Hero, worry not for the damage you cause. The best of intentions often go awry. Evil is it's own comfort and I'll be fine. I am fine and I'm sorry. I worry that I'll lash out at the one person I've ever seen as a good guy. I'm sorry. I should have kept my distance. Opposites attract, but the collision can produce such fireworks. I knew better than this. I'll miss you, my Hero. Take care, stay bright. I think I'll keep my shadows for now, but maybe some day, some day, I'll get around to doing what's right. Maybe some day, I'll forget to be angry. Darkly yours, Villainess
Thread: Some days, I don't know myself

That was wonderful, my dear Ducky. 3