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"Indeed it is difficult to knowwhat people will
contribute to society as many do not know themselves. I meant that those I
select don't appear to be contributing to much other than their own downfall.
Those who live on the streets drinking their lives away or worse."
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She shrugged again, not overly comfortable with the
conversation yet stillwilling to answer.
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"Some who are not in their right minds as that
won't e fixed, and often they live on the streets as they are unable to function
in society. In many ways, correct or not, I feel I am doing them a service...and
the world as well."
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She nodded when he spoke of those others who were
less discriminating just being after food.
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"Indeed. And animal blood is not as satiating.
Humans who believe us evil feel we are wrong for feeding on our own kind rather
than dumb beasts but again that blood does not serve as well and the fact they
forget or perhaps overlook is that we are no longer their kind."
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She did not reply to the question of mind reading
because, telling him too much could get her killed by more than one and it was
dangerous enough being here as it was. In part she still wasn't certain why she
was other than boredom and a challenge and...Perhaps the education of a learned
person.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
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Helsing ?looked considering when she spoke of feeding from the downtrodden. Giving a soft sigh, he replied, no, I do not think it makes you evil. I am sure that there are those vampires, who would have long since killed me, if not earlier, then definitely this very night. ? His expression grew somewhat regretful when she stated that he was not going around killing the mortals. No, I always thought to leave that in the hands of the law, but you have a point; humans are no different I suppose, having their reasons for killing, then vampires are. You have definitely caused me to look at this in an entirely different light.
He nodded when Natari spoke of other vampires killing indiscriminately; but I suppose the question here is, how do they know which minds are strong and will contribute to society? Perhaps, to those kinds of vampires, everyone is just, food. Perhaps they have no real way of knowing who has children, or other reasons for living, for staying alive, and who does not. ?I think you are likely correct in assuming that it probably is the paranormal aspect of all of this which makes most humans believe that you are monsters, and also because of the fact you take blood, and have such strength and ability to kill, they do not stop to think, as I did not at first, that you were just, needing food.
He would allow her to respond, before continuing, but back to the subject of peoples minds and such, is there a way to tell for your kind, which human minds would be stronger and more able to be a contribution to society? I don¡¯t suppose you can, read minds, can you? He chuckled, well of course not, such a thing as an impossibility I would suppose, likely even for your kind, but of course I could be mistaken. ? The fact that he was even willing to admit that he could be wrong, that there could well be a possibility that at least some of them could read thoughts, was a great step forward on his part, for he was not one to strongly believe in such.
Again, he nodded to her words about helping someone readjust to mortality. They would likely require less help, again, I would think, depending on how long they had remained a vampire, and how completely they had adjusted to that life. But, you¡¯re absolutely right, far better and more kind and humane it would be to be there to offer aid and assistance to a newly formed human.
Ah, that was going to be my next question, he stated when she told him that she had never made another. I was about to ask you if you had ever made anyone, but you answered my question¡, Before, I asked it. His voice grew softer, and his expression was now one of amazement and wonder, as he was now curious, had she actually read his thoughts, just then? ?he did not verbalize his question, but his eyes widened as he gave her a look of inquiry.
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Re: An evening's work, London, Henry, Rena, Leti, open
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Oliver laughed, a rare thing for him.
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"I honestly haven't seen anything impressive yet,"
he told Henry, rising with a fluid grace that believed the fact he didn't look
at all well, Leti noted as she fund herself edging a step closer to
Henry.
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The idea of going to this one's house made her feel
unsettled for some reason she could not quite explain?because she?did
believe?Henry would keep her safe.
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"Let us be off then," Oliver said, nodding toward
the door.
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"We shall have to find a cab, as you will not wish
to walk all the way to my home. It is on the edge of London, not in the heart of
the city."
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As they moved through the Black Bess, Leti's boss
called,"Where you goin' Leticia? Get yourself back in time for your
shift."
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He'd never seen her come in to socialize. Pausing
she flicked her brother's friend, the owner of the Black Bess, an apologetic
look.
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"Sorry, Al. I won't be workin' here anymore. I have
a new job with the doctor. And now he's gettin' married he'll be needin' more
'elp with his patients."
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She smiled and waved at the shocked expression of
her boss as they departed.
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It took a few annoying minutes to find a cab.
Oliver had no general need of such and taking company with slow mortals annoyed
him. This had better be worth his time, he silently grumbled to himself. Once n
the cab he settled back with an annoyed sigh. This bloody ride would take nearly
an hour...Actually it took over an hour.
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Leti felt her unease grow as they rode, and she
wondered aloud how they would get back to town. Oliver sighed
again.
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"I'll pay the driver to wait outside and take you
back into town," he said and she relaxed a little. She wished they'd known how
far Oliver lived, then Doctor Henry would've just decided to bother his servants
again instead of riding for so bloody long.
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Rena sat beside Henry with her hand in his, trying
not to think about Caligari or her concerns because it would do no good. Instead
she chose to focus on Oliver, wondering what he could have of interest for them
and hoping it could possibly be useful.
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When he gave the driver the last bit of
instructions they drew up in front of an old and somewhat rundown manor house,
but it was quaint and elegant for all that if not in the best of repairs. Oliver
met the man's eyes when he told him to wait in a rather intense way that Leti
found strange. It made Rena frown though she wasn't quite sure why. It just
felt....like something she should maybe recognize.
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Once inside, Oliver moved quickly about lighting
candles. There was no electric lighting. Leti found herself wondering why as the
man was obviously well off with a house likely bursting with
antiques.
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"It looks real old," she said,
admiringly.
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"1300s," Oliver replied. "Some items were in the
family even sense the 1200s before my day."
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Leti's eyes widened.
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"Before your day? Of course they' be before your
day."
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Oliver chuckled, turning to Henry. "Hardly. You
kept calling me young man and I do appreciate it ut the truth is I am far older
than you."
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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Re: An evening's work, London, Henry, Rena, Leti, open
"Of course Leticia is impressive. Why else would I accept her into my circle," Henry happily confirmed, as if he himself made her this, especially savage, way. Oliver's offer rather mollified him.?Naturally, if it?were him, some things, like grim and brutal satisfaction, could be more important than any amount of?apologies or pounds. But perhaps Leticia could not afford to be so demanding, when a public scandal would threaten her position as much as that of the young fellow.
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And yet, when she refused, he could not take umbrage with her decision. She truly was as savage as he'd suspected and needed more, and she cared for her friends' trouble, two of the best attributes no money could buy anywhere in London.
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"Why would I care about you killing anyone? Never mind, on second thought, it could be entertaining. Make sure it isn't me you're trying to kill though. Young people like yourself always think much of their youth. They believe themselves to be capable, invulnerable even, and?risk more than they should. I was like that myself, so I would expect nothing else from you. In fact, I still am that way and am up to any challenge,?To prove it to you, let us reconvene at your place. My poor butler already had?enough surprises this day, I would not wish to inconvenience him again, What'd ya mean, if you're impressed by me, by the way. Of course you are impressed by me. It is humanly impossible not to be impressed by a great one like myself. So let us assume this part of the bargain is already accomplished and move on to the exchange of secrets," Henry confidently stated, with considerable amusement. ??
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There the big gentleman went calling him young again. If Oliver wasn't careful he'd be flattered. Hi face shifted expressions from skeptical to confused to amused to doubtful then back to amused as Henry spoke.
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Leti opened her mouth a few times to protest, but realizing that if this man was dangerous she didn't want to profess that she wasn't, shut it again each time.
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Rena felt herself warming with pleasure when Henry spoke of believing her. She had proof but still. He believed her... She was safe. He'd not toss her out on the street or worse...he believed her so perhaps they could sort this out and figure out how in the hell time travel was suddenly possible. As soon as they handled this one.
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"I see no reason to tell you my personal business. It has nothing to do with you, and I got what i needed yesterday evening, that being that you were not looking at me for any reason truly relating to myself or my business. I apologize if that will make you go away," he told Leti.
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"I did intend to hurt your wrist. Do you want payment for the offense? Will that make you go away?"
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Returning his gaze to Henry he added,"And it's Oliver. Though I hardly see how it matters."
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Leti shook her head.
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"I don't want no payment. But these people here are havin' some trouble you may not beliee either and I don't see how we can be knowin' you're no part of it with the odd way you someow made me forget."
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Rena gave the bar maid a smile, liking the way she spoke up so well for herself and for them too.
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"So you're saying that whatever trouble you're having is as strange as you forgetting our conversation," Oliver asked, tone incredulous as well as doubtful.
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"Maybe," Leti said slowly, refusing to give more than that.
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And then it hit Oliver. "Impressive that you noticed something was amiss at all. You truly shouldn't have," he told the red head who merely frowned implacably?at him.
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"Fine," he told Henry after a long pause in which he considered, weighing his need for secrecy against his curiosity. When one lived as long as he did, something new was more than thrilling.
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"We will exchange difficult to believe information. That is my final offer. I won't tell my secrets without some of yours in return. And if I am impressed you can watch me kill someone," he added to Henry with a slight twist of his lips.
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Leti struggled not to recoil slightly and failed but remained silent.
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"though not here," Oliver added firmly.
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"We go some private, your place or mine in entirely up to you."
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Re: calling on the Doctor, Natari, Van Helsing
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"My maker has associates from whom he feeds. Snacks
here and there with you full meals and he causes them to forget.He does not harm
them. It is just a lot of socializing and work and I don't wish to do it
honestly. You may feel this evil of me that I choose to feed from the down
trodden, to end lives that seem hardly worth living, to believe in survival of
the fittest. You have the right to your view, but that certainly does not make
me the worst. Many vampires kill without discrimination. They kill whoever they
feel like or perhaps if hungry the first to come across their path even if that
person has a wife, children, a strong mind that will contribute to
society."
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She shrugged slender shoulders.
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"But humans kill daily as well so my only point was
what makes vampires worse. You aren't going around killing the human
murderers."
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She sighed.
?
"Perhaps it is the aspect of unknown or paranormal
that makes humans believe us to be monsters,"she peculated, wondering if he even
knew.
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"As for vampires taking care of those they turn,
yes it would be responsible and it is often the way but there are some not very
responsible. They turn by accident or on a whem, perhaps considering it more
amusing to see if their experiment sinks or swims as it were. I have heard
stories only, I do not know as I have no experience in such matters. I have
never made another."
She couldn't imagine there would be a reason to do
so and never associated with mortals.
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"As for someone becoming mortal again I should
think they would require less help, but I suppose it would be kind to be there
if necessary if you reinstate one's mortality."
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bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
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Re: calling on the Doctor, Natari, Van Helsing
Understandable, the doctor replied with a nod when Natari stated that she did not want to become human again. I would think, providing one has been a vampire long enough to have the understanding of such things, that if one is going to turn another, that one should take responsibility for helping that other along until he or she is able to cope, able to make it on his own, as it were, he stated, sounding very much like an authority on the subject already.
Likewise, he continued, if one is going to turn a vampire back to human, especially if that one has been a vampire for a long time, the one doing the turning back, should take responsibility in assisting that one to readjust to human life. Either way, it is a change, a drastic change for anyone to undergo. ?he nodded approvingly when she mentioned her friend, the one who had made her. It sounds as if your friend is quite mentally strong indeed, but how is it that your maker never kills, anyone? Did I hear that correctly? He gave her a questioning look, not that he did not believe what she said, but wondering how such a thing could be possible.
When she spoke of her own making, he nodded again with understanding. It must have been quite the adjustment for you, finding that you had to kill to survive, not only in learning how to do it, but in knowing that you would always have to do such a thing. Perhaps that is what causes some to go mad, but one can only speculate.
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Natari considered for a few moments before
replying. She could be handing over too much information and yet...it was hers
so did it truly matter?
?
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"Well before I needed blood to survive I wouldn't
have been able to kill someone. Well perhaps in self defense but it would've
been difficult I believe. I take homeless usually and I make it fast, but my
maker never kills anyone." She shrugged slender shoulders.
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"Yes some are definitely turned without help by
those who for various reasons do not stay around. Each person's story is
different. Many of those can go insane for lack of help as you said. I believe
my friend did not because he remained to himself as long as he could when he did
not need to feed. He was turned back in the 1300s during the first black plague
by an actual plague doctor who was also a vampire. Perhaps he was recently
turned himself so did not understand...I don't know. It is my friend's guess.
The doctor believed he was saving lives but perhaps did not discriminate as much
as he should have. My friend was bitter and did not want to be saved as he'd
lost his entire family so I don't know why he did not grow mad. He only grew
bitter. Perhaps it is about how strong someone is mentally but there are so many
factors one can only speculate."
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"As for returning to humanity, no. I would never
want such a thing. Every human I loved is centuries dead. My family and friends.
I enjoy life as I have it now, watching time change. I am often bored but still
I will live to find excitement. I say this because some old ones do wish to die.
Perhaps that sort would embrace this humanity. I feel they would likely not go
mad, no. They are not such a danger as humans, not so strong or fast and they
have no need to kill for food. They will have diminished strength, speed and
other mental senses and abilities, but they will have the opportunity to eat
human food, so many sorts and they will enjoy the sunlight."
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She had a difficult time believing reverting to
humanity was truly possible, but who was she to stand in the way of an
attempt.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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OOC< Stupid spell check, Oliver said he didn't
intend to hurt her wrist not that he did intend. LOL. Entirely different
meaning.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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There the big gentleman went calling him young
again. If Oliver wasn't careful he'd be flattered. Hi face shifted expressions
from skeptical to confused to amused to doubtful then back to amused as Henry
spoke.
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Leti opened her mouth a few times to protest, but
realizing that if this man was dangerous she didn't want to profess that she
wasn't, shut it again each time.
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Rena felt herself warming with pleasure when Henry
spoke of believing her. She had proof but still. He believed her... She was
safe. He'd not toss her out on the street or worse...he believed her so perhaps
they could sort this out and figure out how in the hell time travel was suddenly
possible. As soon as they handled this one.
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"I see no reason to tell you my personal business.
It has nothing to do with you, and I got what i needed yesterday evening, that
being that you were not looking at me for any reason truly relating to myself or
my business. I apologize if that will make you go away," he told
Leti.
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"I did intend to hurt your wrist. Do you want
payment for the offense? Will that make you go away?"
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Returning his gaze to Henry he added,"And it's
Oliver. Though I hardly see how it matters."
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Leti shook her head.
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"I don't want no payment. But these people here are
havin' some trouble you may not beliee either and I don't see how we can be
knowin' you're no part of it with the odd way you someow made me
forget."
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Rena gave the bar maid a smile, liking the way she
spoke up so well for herself and for them too.
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"So you're saying that whatever trouble you're
having is as strange as you forgetting our conversation," Oliver asked, tone
incredulous as well as doubtful.
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"Maybe," Leti said slowly, refusing to give more
than that.
?
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And then it hit Oliver. "Impressive that you
noticed something was amiss at all. You truly shouldn't have," he told the red
head who merely frowned implacably?at him.
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"Fine," he told Henry after a long pause in which
he considered, weighing his need for secrecy against his curiosity. When one
lived as long as he did, something new was more than thrilling.
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"We will exchange difficult to believe information.
That is my final offer. I won't tell my secrets without some of yours in return.
And if I am impressed you can watch me kill someone," he added to Henry with a
slight twist of his lips.
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Leti struggled not to recoil slightly and failed
but remained silent.
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"though not here," Oliver added
firmly.
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"We go some private, your place or mine in entirely
up to you."
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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"If she is looking good at all, it is only because she has to sit on a very specialized diet," Henry grumpily objected. "And you need to be good to her, because she is no stranger to killing people either. Who could blame her really, with customers like that, who take more than they can handle," Hyde accused. He realized his words may apply to him as well, but he only took his due, and he was a superior being at any rate. Not anything a common mortal could relate to. And most importantly, she has become his charge, so common rules, rights or privileges no longer applied to her as far as he was concerned. She was elevated to the status of somebody better who deserved more, and whom he was going to get more, starting with more satisfaction at present.
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"Believing is my strong suit. Just today I have accepted a series of very unlikely events as truth because I trust the person who spoke them. The only question is, can we trust you and your words. If we can, and you prove yourself to the three of us, believing you would no longer be a concern. And how would you go about killing people, anyway? Leticia here at least has a set of knives with her, and you don't appear to be armed. What, are you one of those wrestlers or boxers or pugilists? I have contended with the best of them, I'll have you know, and look here, still very much alive.
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No, no, piquing our curiosity with intriguing words and delightfully vague threats is pointless. You will have to tell us the truth of course. It can be in a less public place, I suppose,?if you are so concerned. As I am not worried about any threats of yours, I will gladly follow you out to a place of your choosing until my curiosity and Leticia's here is fully satisfied. What is your name again, I can't keep on calling young chap again," Henry casually wondered, a part of him fully aware that one name he might be concerned about upon hearing it, and would take stronger measures to protect the party if he heard it. ??????
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"Young man,"Oliver smiled, pleased and mildly amused. Leaning forward to regard his visitors, he placed an arm casually on the table before him at which he currently sat alone.
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"I have nothing in mind for your friend and had I harmed her she would not be looking so well this night."
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Leti frowned at him, determined to get to the bottom of this, whatever it was.
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"You hurt my wrist, left marks n it and I can't remember nothin' about whatever conversation we had nor even walkin' away from you, but there I was next thing I knew across the room carryin' a tray o drinks to another table like nothin' had happened. Gave me a fright, that did and it ain't like me at all," she concluded firmly.
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"We aren't stupid, and we aren't going away so you'd better spill," Rena chimed in, moving up to stand at Henry's other side, hand still in his.
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Oliver regarded them for several silent moments, then chuckled.
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"Were I to tell you, you would not believe me...or is it that I would have to kill you," he asked quietly.
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"I will say this much, though. Rest assured that it wasn't about you. It had nothing to do with you. My concern was my own, for my own personal business. I saw you gaping at me and simply wished to know why. I cared nothing about your affairs and that remains the same this night."
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"Then why don't I remember that conversation," Leti demanded and Oliver's smile grew.
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"And that leads us to the bits you won't believe or that I'd have to kill you over."
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"Young man,"Oliver smiled, pleased and mildly
amused. Leaning forward to regard his visitors, he placed an arm casually on the
table before him at which he currently sat alone.
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"I have nothing in mind for your friend and had I
harmed her she would not be looking so well this night."
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Leti frowned at him, determined to get to the
bottom of this, whatever it was.
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"You hurt my wrist, left marks n it and I can't
remember nothin' about whatever conversation we had nor even walkin' away from
you, but there I was next thing I knew across the room carryin' a tray o drinks
to another table like nothin' had happened. Gave me a fright, that did and it
ain't like me at all," she concluded firmly.
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"We aren't stupid, and we aren't going away so
you'd better spill," Rena chimed in, moving up to stand at Henry's other side,
hand still in his.
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Oliver regarded them for several silent moments,
then chuckled.
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"Were I to tell you, you would not believe me...or
is it that I would have to kill you," he asked quietly.
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"I will say this much, though. Rest assured that it
wasn't about you. It had nothing to do with you. My concern was my own, for my
own personal business. I saw you gaping at me and simply wished to know why. I
cared nothing about your affairs and that remains the same this
night."
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"Then why don't I remember that conversation," Leti
demanded and Oliver's smile grew.
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"And that leads us to the bits you won't believe or
that I'd have to kill you over."
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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"Well, it certainly makes sense. The tigers, being predators, cannot afford to be dull and thus can recognize a potency superior for them. I am so glad to hear such proper changes are going to take place in my life. That is all it is about," Henry Hyde solemnly nodded.
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"Of course you will be. With your interest at dispatching people, learning various recipes and the properties of knives, you are already well advanced above the norm," Henry happily chuckled. Getting serious again, as Leticia had finally located the culprit, allowing him the ample opportunity to vent his frustration.
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"Young fellow, you have some explaining to do. Have you considered yourself superior to my friend here, and her dispensable. You better account really well for yourself. I am not the dueling type," Henry quietly demanded of the gaunt man, not wishing to make a scene for Leti's benefit, unless he had to, of course.?Something about him seemed vaguely familiar but the man occasionally introducing himself as Jekyll could not remember talking to him. Perhaps it was merely?the matter of seeing him in this establishment once or twice. "What have you done to my friend and what plans have you had for her later on. You better spill it, Mister," Henry's voice menacingly spit, less caring about who heard what than only moments before. ???
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Leti wasn't so sure that his interests for India and Africa were achievable, but if anyone could and survive it? it would be him, she'd bet.
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"Well your greatness...is ongoing I suppose. It began with the success of?your potion, and concluded with me, and now we carry on together," Rena said, keeping her explanation quiet enough that it only carried to the ears of Henry and Leti were she listening carefully.
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"India and Africa you have visited many a time in the manner in which you speak, most recently with me," she said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
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"Somehow you can subdue a tiger. I must admit to being concerned and frightened at first butt in your company I never come to harm."
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She'd trusted him so gone in spite of her fears. The thought made her smile.
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"I'll be the best worker," Leti promised, ignoring the?comment about food for the doctor only said such things to rile her up.
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"I'll study. If I can borrow some books I'll start tonight. I will take real good care of them, Dr. 'Enry. I promise. And I'll read em and make notes and bring em right back."
Leti's words pored out excitedly, her gaze Ernest. Her eagerness to move up in the world and to learn and to try if given a chance was more than evident and Rena smiled at? her.
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"There 'e is,' Leti said, suddenly?distracted,?gesturing to the gaunt man, now seated at a corner table, gaze trained on the room...and seemingly on them.
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I likewise find your thoughts very captivating, Helsing complemented, both his tone and his manner?sincere. ?I suppose there can be many reasons why vampires, or why people, for that matter, do what they do, and choose to behave the way they behave. ?he nodded with appreciation when she told him how she was much more inhibited than most. If you don¡¯t mind disclosing such to me, what other changes have you noticed that you have undergone since you were made? ? ?When someone is newly turned, is there anyone to help them along, for example it occurred to me as you were speaking that, some vampires might indeed go mad because they have no idea what to expect in the way of the new sensory input. Is there anyone to help them with such? I would think that would be the main responsibility of the one doing the making, but then if that particular vampire is not inclined to such¡, He shrugged, wondering if he were thinking correctly, and truly beginning to sympathize with the plight of probably a good number of these beings. I certainly do not mean to pry into business that maybe none of my own, and if I am doing so, I pray you please forgive me, but I am simply trying to understand what it is probably like for one being recently made. How might they feel, what might it be like?
Would changing a vampire back into a human, cause that recently changed person to go mad? Would the person be able to readjust to human life, I suppose much of that might depend on the time, how long the person had been a vampire. There are so many questions to consider in such situations.
He waited her responses to his various inquiries before continuing, I suppose there would be no way to predict exactly what would happen in such situations, fort would likely depend on the person, but, I wonder, could there be a way of knowing the risk factor? Is there a way to know who would be at higher risk for going mad, and who would be more likely to adjust with ease?
For example, what of?you? I would not do this against your will of course, even if I had the potion right in front of me, I would not try it, for it would be against your wishes. But, suppose that it were your wish to become human again; I cannot imagine that you would go mad because of the change. How likely do you think you would be to readjust to human life? He was now finding it interesting to explore these possibilities and questions with her.?
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He was truly thinking...that was either good or
dangerous, but Natari continued on with her experiment, giving him a smile and
formulating her reply honestly, considering as she spoke.
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"Good thoughts and in many access you are correct.
But as a man of science knows, there are always exceptions, deviations either
way."
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She?adjusted in her chair, folding her hands
in her lap.
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"Some vampires could have been nice people, for
example, and been turned by a kind?well meaning person but couldn't handle
the changes. Some could?go mad, some could turn darker of heart. Some can
not handle the?taking of blood or even lives to survive. Some can not
handle all the extra sensory in put that is gained with vampirism and it is too
much for their minds to process. Any of these can make them go mad and then of
course they are even more dangerous. Then there are those?who may have been
kind or mild and they find they enjoy the power the?taking of lives. If
someone annoys them it's all they have?to do to ensure they never annoy
them again, for example. Power goes?to their heads. Perhaps
they?couldn't handle it either and going darker was?their?way
rather than going mad. Perhaps they only appeared nicer because they were simply
more mild and the power was as such, dangerous in their hands.
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Along the?same lines, if someone evil turned a
kind person against their will, they could still remain kind if they did not go
mad.?It's such a personal evolution, but usually there is some sort of
change because the body and senses become so much more and the life choices
must, as a rule, change. It is just factual. Some like me, and I feel the more
rare, remain mostly who we were. I feel the changes I made are logical
considering what I have said and considering said changes not out of
my?character or twisting my character. I know for a fact I remain
more?inhibited than most."?
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
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Helsing slowly nodded, that makes sense, he commented. ?And that can be taken two ways, he continued, making a careful observation. An unkind person can become, an unkind vampire. An unkind person, I am sure, could also??make an unkind vampire as in, produce, one. If one is turned into a vampire by someone unkind, would it?not be more likely that the new vampire might adopt that same way of thinking and acting? Please correct me if I am mistaken
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"Yes there is always predator and prey, humans are
simply unwilling to be the prey again," Natari said with a slightly amused
smile.
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"Some vampires chose to be what they were and some
not but in truth that doesn't always indicate how well they will take to it.
It's about how well they adapt to change and how mentally stable they are as
well as their general personality. A human who is unkind will make an unkind
vampire. I wasn't asked but I was turned by a family friend and I had been
stabbed in a robbery so would have died otherwise so I am glad he saved my life.
I understand you may not have considered it to be a saving when you thought of
us all as demonic but it was for me."
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
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I suppose my question is, were?the majority of vampires made by their own choice, or, was it simply something which happened to them? ?Helsing softly cleared his throat after asking his question, in other words, were the majority of them victims, or did many of them want this? He listened thoughtfully to her, then stated, there is something else here too which I have recently considered, though I regretfully did not consider it before. ?i¡¯m sure you know that, no small number of humans go out every year in the autumn and winter, into the forest to hunt venison; The animals have no idea that the humans are coming, save for the sense of smell, and even that can often??be hidden.
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He paused to study her expression, giving her time to make any response which she chose to make, before continuing. ?we humans are at the top of the food chain, and have a definite advantage over the animals we choose to hunt, whatever animals those may be. They have the advantages of being in their own habitat, of the more acute senses, but we have our intelligence, as well as our weapons. There are those I am sure, who would say that we are wrong, or that those who hunt the animals are wrong for doing so, because they are taking lives, but most, feel that the animals are put here for food for us. ?there is a difference of coarse, but on a basic level, I asked myself how can I support the idea of humans killing animals for food, and condemn vampires doing the same thing. Not that I am for the killing of other humans, you understand, but to support one, to approve one and condemn the other, is perhaps the greatest wrong there is, wouldn¡¯t you agree? What are your thoughts on the matter? ? He would pause then, giving her time to respond with whatever answers, questions or comments she might have, before continuing.
?As far as killing those of You¡¯re kind, I suppose you could say that, is why I am trying to research and find a way to help those who wish to, to become humans again. I do not know what it will do to them, I do not know what age they will be, if any of this even works, I do not know how long they will live, once they are human. But it is a way to hopefully make up for having killed many of your kind.
He gave her a considering look when she spoke of being foolish enough to be sitting there. You still feel as if you put yourself at risk? Is there anyway you can simply not let all of them, know what you¡¯re doing? Is there a way perhaps to keep the secret away from other vampires? His eyebrows raised in definite ?interest.? God loves you.
"Some of the vampires I mentioned who would kill
you would do it not because they are rabid beasts, but rather because you kill
their kind. They aren't...sitting well with that," The Italian said carefully.
"Much the same as you who kill our kind because they kill humans. It runs both
ways. Perhaps half of them are the way you see them, and the others not so much.
I do believe in survival of the fittest but I understand that many humans do not
feel this way even though they are usually at the top of that food chain ironic
though that is."
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She chose not to respond to his kind concern
because it would be uncomfortable to explain, then, for some reason, changed her
mind in an instant.
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"In truth it is because I am simply foolish enough
to be sitting here right now. I put myself at risk. Those same vampires who
would come for you because you kill their own would see me as a traitor though I
do not."
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
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Victor gave a nod of acquiescence, yes, the servant girl for the evening is named Abby, but unfortunately she has the night off this evening. The other one is relatively new, and seems to have forgotten to place the water pitcher; I will get the water for you. He was out of bed in an instant, but finding that he staggered slightly on his feet, he quickly caught his balance, and moved fast away from the bed to get the water. He brought it back to her, thinking of how she had pulled the cover away from him. Here you are, My love, he told her, as he gracefully poured the water into a waiting glass. He wondered to himself why The evening servant had placed two glasses, but not the water pitcher. But he gave it not much more thought, supposing that it was simply from being nervous from still being new on the job.
I apologize that our servant forgot the water pitcher, he told Elizabeth. Please excuse her, she is new, and seemingly quite easily distracted. Likely some other task claimed her attention before she could fill the pitcher, and she forgot it. It won¡¯t happen again, if it does, she will be severely reprimanded, and if it continues¡, He spread his hands in a gesture of dismissal.
He then proceeded to pour himself a glass, having poured hers. He took a long, refreshing drink, then gently replaced the glass on the table. Now, is there anything else you would like before we retire for the evening?
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"Some of the vampires I mentioned who would kill
you would do it not because they are rabid beasts, but rather because you kill
their kind. They aren't...sitting well with that," The Italian said carefully.
"Much the same as you who kill our kind because they kill humans. It runs both
ways. Perhaps half of them are the way you see them, and the others not so much.
I do believe in survival of the fittest but I understand that many humans do not
feel this way even though they are usually at the top of that food chain ironic
though that is."
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She chose not to respond to his kind concern
because it would be uncomfortable to explain, then, for some reason, changed her
mind in an instant.
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"In truth it is because I am simply foolish enough
to be sitting here right now. I put myself at risk. Those same vampires who
would come for you because you kill their own would see me as a traitor though I
do not."
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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Re: Late night lab work: (tag, Elizabeth)
In part, Elizabeth felt almost guilty at playing the game. It was so tempting to go back to the comfort of just being Victor's faithful wife. The lady of the house. It used to be sufficient once. Unfortunately, things have changed and this was no longer the case. Things were not enough any longer. She needed more. She was a monster. A superhuman perhaps. A super villain, certainly. She need to live up to her fullest potential. And living the life of deception with her once certain bright love, was not going to accomplish any of it.
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"A massage, that would have been so tempting. But I suppose my poor achy muscles would merely relax on their own, after I go to sleep. Water sounds nice though, I do feel so thirsty and I haven't noticed the regular water pitcher on the table. Did...Abby simply forget to place it? The servant's name is Abby, isn't it?" Elizabeth added, realizing that her interest of the internal workings of the house coincided with her failing memory. Unless, she would have preferred to get the water herself, and no longer cared who that bloody woman was, she corrected herself, experiencing a strange thrill at the surprising bout of inner defiance.
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"Yes, at any rate, I could have some water if you don't mind," Elizabeth suddenly interrupted her own train of thoughts, realizing it would do her no good, while her work of subterfuge could do wonders instead. Being a good, dependent, innocent little wife. Yes, Victor would buy this?story, mainly because he wanted to see it coming true. So long as she did not betray herself in any manner, Elizabeth reminded herself, pulling the bed sheet towards herself and away from Victor.????
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Victor nodded, his expression looking concerned. A headache? Shall I rub your neck for you? He reached to rub her neck, not hoping for anything in return, just simply because he wanted to do something nice for his wife, to help welcome her home.
You know that I would never insist on you doing anything which you did not wish to do, or what you did not feel up to. I would much rather exercise patience, and have all of you, your full, undivided attention when the time is right, then insist on making love now, and only have half of you. ?his restraint was made easier only because of his extreme fatigue, but in spite of the fatigue, he found that he still wanted her, still desired her, they had yet to consummate their wedding night after all. It had been so rudely and untimely interrupted, and Victor could not help feeling a surge of anger at this, which he did his best to conceal. She must not feel that he was angry with her. Very well then, good night, my dear Elizabeth. Unless of course there is something else you need to talk with me about, we shall have our rest, and continue our discussions in the morning, as well as searching for a priest, if you would still like to speak with one. Meanwhile, is there anything I can do, or get for you? As tired as he was, Victor did not feel that he could make another step at the present moment, but for his beloved Elizabeth, he would walk around the entire known world.
God loves you.
Elizabeth stared for a brief second. Victor's question caught her by surprise. It was kind. But more than that. His passion reminded her of how things were. She thought she was over it all by now. That she was only playing along. And yet, just as part of her felt affronted that she had to put up with more of Victor's affection, the other part inside remembered what it was like. To love and be loved. To be joined in a holy union. To fully trust and rely on her partner.
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But overall it was not in Victor's favor that she has remembered. That he has asked her a question she would have believed so considerate once, but now was not certain how to interpret. It was in fact that very part that remembered love, that also remembered the feeling of betrayal. And it was that part that felt the angriest, over the one wishing to keep playing. Playing was safer. Like starting a new page, pretending to be someone else. Remembering led to feeling. And feeling led to sense of betrayal, disgust and agony, all contained within the bubble of self restraint that this time would not burst.
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She could not allow it to burst. The game had to be played this time no matter what she felt. She had a goal in mind that was greater than herself. But, she didn't have to surrender to her helplessness either, Elizabeth reminded herself, her breathing becoming more relaxed once more. He did give her a way out after all.
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"I am sorry, my dear. Once again you are the wiser between the two of us. I am so weary. It didn't take for my feeble muscles to get weary. Ah, the woman's lot. Already I am sporting a headache from this uncomfortable position. Rest assured, I have not forgotten your need and shall attend to it. But until I am able, perhaps it is indeed better for me to retire love, rather than give you only half of my attention," Elizabeth allowed herself an embarrassed chuckle at her words. It did not sound quite right to her own ears, but with her being tired, perhaps it would not evoke too much suspicion, she?inwardly reassured herself. ?
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Victor was delighted that Elizabeth seemed to be more open to him now than she had been before. Perhaps the new friend she had met had helped her somehow, he thought to himself, as he gently took her in his arms and held her. But something was tugging at him as well, in spite of her reassuring words, she had been too angry, too distant with him before, and now¡, What was he supposed to think??
Are you certain you are up for this, Love? Please do not feel as if you have to go along, simply to please me; it is after all, only your first day back, and I know there are things to which you must become a custom. Just let me know what you want, and we will see that it is done. If you would rather wait, then, we wait. If you want to go forward with this, then we go forward, it is up to you, my dearest Elizabeth.
Although he was pleased, and pleasantly surprised at her actions, and did not wish to ruin the moment, he could not help wondering what, if anything, she had planned. A small part of him was fearful, probably because he did not feel he deserved her, and yet here she was, seeming to be all in favor of what he wanted to do.
God loves you.
Elizabeth was planning on going to sleep, but Victor's passion took her by surprise. Returning his kiss, without much investment, she attempted to school her features lest she gave the wrong impression. "I believe you my dear Victor," though which part of his words she actually believed she decided to leave unsaid. It would do no good to shed light on something that needed to remain a mystery, after all.?
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"Ah yes, me as well, returning your love and such," Elizabeth dubiously fumbled, through the largely frightening terrain. She just thought after a little bit of faking, she could plunge into peaceful sleep. Evidently that was not in the stars for her. She returned his hug, and reached for him, to comfort him with a hug of her own. The one thing she could not yet decide was if he was truly insane or merely inhuman. Nor could she establish which of the two possibilities happened to be worse.
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"We will come through, I know. It will all be over soon," Elizabeth softly whispered, pretending to reassure Victor but utterly failing to reassure herself. Something tugged at her. A memory of a grin, the hands that would not let go, and the words she has spoken. The very same words, she was possibly threatened with during her stay in the dark place.?
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Victor was completely unaware that Elizabeth¡¯s new friend was staring out toward his home. ?When Elizabeth said that she would try to sleep without the potion, Victor looked a mixture of amazed, and uncertain; you truly are remarkable, he told her, and yes, if you have any trouble at all, please do not hesitate to ask me and I will give you some of the potion.?
He gave a soft smile when she said he could hold her, she truly is,?feeling better, he thought to himself as he replied, oh honey don¡¯t worry about wifely duties tonight; there will be plenty of time for that sort of thing later. Yes I find you very attractive, and I want you, but we are both exhausted, it has been quite a long, arduous day, and I think just a good, comforting nights sleep is the best thing for both of us. I must confess, I haven¡¯t exactly been eating or sleeping properly since¡, Well since you¡¯ve been gone away from me. He wondered if it would give her some ?sense of satisfaction to know that he had worked as hard as he had to bring her back to life. For his own part, Victor felt that it served him right, since he had not defended her from his own creation.
He wrapped his arms tenderly around her, then claimed her lips in a soft, but passionate kiss, which she no doubt would feel. I love you so much, my Elizabeth, you must believe that, what ever happens, you must believe this, that I love you with all my heart and with all that is within me. ?he kissed her lips once more, the kiss was soft, but much shorter this time, good night, sweet love, more dear to me than science, more deer than life itself. Rest well here in my arms, good night. ?and, welcome back to the world of the living, remember, if you need anything at all, do not hesitate to wake me, for I am here for you, I live only for you, my life is for you.
The doubt that she would ever fully believe his words haunted Victor Frankenstein like a?ghost from the abyss of the beyond. I hope someday you can believe that for real, he told her, I love you, he emphasized each word, hoping for no sort of physical satisfaction, only striving and doing his best to assure her.
God loves you.
Elizabeth accepted Victor's agreement with a pleased yawn. It has been a tiresome day but she was over it now. His question made her think though. Her first instinct was to accept the potion from him, because it could not hurt and would ensure proper sleep. Yet she learned so many new things today. About herself and what she could do, her great purpose, About her Victor probably lying to her, much as she'd suspected. She has learned to control herself, and overcome seemingly strong physical opposition. It would might undermine her sense of accomplishment if she started relying on the potion. Especially if there were nefarious ingredients in it. Previously none of it mattered, it seemed like the only solution. But now...
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"You know, my dear, I will try?to sleep without the potion now. I feel fairly,?well, at least more confident than I was. I think if I keep it up, with my confidence level, I could scare away the nightmares. Fight off the squeezing hands, and ignore the?dark voices of the abyss. I think I will just try to sleep and see if I can. If I cannot, I will gladly take you up on your offer," Elizabeth thoughtfully decided, trying not to look too eager, too confident, lest it drew undue suspicion.
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"You may hold me, but I doubt I shall be able to perform my wifely duties. I am so exhausted," Elizabeth?explained with?a very convincing?yawn. She figured that some limited physical contact may be in order, if she were to play her part right. That would?make a good practice, especially since she took care to protect herself from anything too disturbing. ??
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Victor smiled to hear Elizabeth¡¯s answer, grateful to whatever higher power, Fate, luck, whatever, had brought about this change in his wife.?
I am most glad and reassured to hear that you are feeling better, he told her, his tone sincere; sometimes, it helps just to talk with a good friend, and I do believe the lotions are helping you. You are right I am sure, he replied when she suggested that he invest his talents in lotions. Seeing as how they have helped you so much, and if I continue to see such in the future, that will be very much a valid consideration of mine to do so.
His expression was one of incredulity when she settle down up on their bed. Do you still need that sleeping potion of which we spoke earlier, he asked. ?he considered offering to make love to her, but perhaps she might not be quite ready for that yet, he decided, after all, it had been a long day, they had run?quite the emotional gamut, from simply talking and discussing, to arguing, and even striking at each other, or rather, she had struck?at him. So perhaps, he thought, the lovemaking could wait for a while. He?made his way to the opposite side of the bed, and lay down beside her, being careful not to get too close, so as not to crowd her.
God loves you.
It could have been more difficult to pretend being the same na?ve girl if she didn't have a purpose to guide her. She may have been uncertain about many things still, including the mystery of this Captain Dance, and the strange dread of her being eradicated by him, but she did have that inspiration from Keres. An idea that something grater was there for her. That if she did it well enough and did not get caught, she would live to see the thrill in all of it. That, further she could contribute to great changes in the world. Perhaps be officially acknowledged by the organization, even that Captain Dance fellow. It was all relevant for the future of course.?
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But it inspired her to patiently pursue her goals. Which at this point implied reassuring Victor. Until she was ready to proceed and do otherwise. "Yes, my dear," Elizabeth softly responded, delighted that her tone sounded as casual as she had imagined it while practicing it in her head. No more sugary sweet, nor more intense hostility. She didn't need any of it. Was above all of it now, at least for the moment.
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"Me and my good friend Keres had a jolly little chat. I feel less at odds now than I did.?Her lotion?probably helped matters. I put it on my skin, and it began feeling less monstrous by the moment. You should really invest your prodigious talents into lotions, Victor. I am telling you, they are the future for they would be so popular with the ladies," Elizabeth conversationally declared. "But yes, I certainly feel better now," she concluded, considered a smile, discarded it as unnecessarily fake and instead simply settled down onto his, theirs bed. ?????
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Victor was still in bed; he heard something that sounded like someone coming through the door, and awoke?slowly. This did not sit well with him, for there was a time not so long ago, when he would have awakened much more quickly, being very much startled by the entrance of someone. But now, he found it was harder for him to wake up, he was so very tired, and just wanted to keep sleeping.?
Idly he wondered to himself, are?my potions doing for me what they should? They¡¯ve always worked before but, is it time to change to something new, something different? He listened, someone was in the house, of course it could be the servants, it could be an intruder, but then he remembered, had it all been a dream yesterday, or had he actually brought his beloved Elizabeth back to life? It had been real, he reassured himself, as he slowly stood, and made his way toward the sound.
Once he was a bit closer, he called in a voice only slightly more elevated than his conversational one, Elizabeth?? Is that you, Love?
God loves you.
"I really don't want to displease him at that," Elizabeth agreed with some hesitation. "Perhaps if I am introduced to him, he would understand me better and not be displeased? Unless of course I am not worthy of meeting him in person yet? Is he the leader over even you, Keres? Would he be observing my assignment personally? Do you think he really could find me unworthy? Well, I am not as well trained as some, but I intend to prove myself. Only, it would take time, that is all," Elizabeth uncertainly reassured and realized that her own words indeed supplied the reassurance she needed.?
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Elizabeth was not?entirely pleased with the?mention of bones however, an?unnerving image beginning to flood her mind. They did not seem to treat the idea as seriously as she would have perhaps,?so perhaps the dread on an indestructible skeleton was unfounded. But truly, one could not put anything past a barely understood organization that seemingly involved more than one creature with supernatural powers.
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The young woman found the sound of a slamming door to be a pleasing distraction from her dark fears and darker memories of?her time in the Beyond. Idly noticing that the man did not seem to be?physically imposing, Elizabeth?had to wonder about his considerable mental powers. He would have to possess those to be worthy of a power like Keres.?
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Elizabeth left still engaged in a kind of stunned contemplation. The worry of displeasing the mysterious Captain Dance plaguing her mind and almost?making her lose the confidence. Fortunately the transformation in her did take place regardless of her emotions. Her skills kicked in when an unexpected robber accosted her on her way. Once she would have chided herself for choosing the barely lit alley that could lead to poorer neighborhoods, but now she was a different woman and relished the challenge.?Of course?only a few hours earlier she would have delivered a fatal blow in response to an unprovoked attack.
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Now, since her heart was not fully in it, she settled on a half hearted blow. That knocked a tooth out of the man's mouth?and knocked the man himself to the ground. But did not kill him. "Perhaps, next time," Elizabeth spoke out loud, wondering if the man felt as reassured as she started feeling again.?Despite some confusion, some uncertainty and the implied threat of Captain Dance, Elizabeth felt fairly well about herself when she came back to Victor's house.????
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"Oh you don't want to displease Capin' Dance,"Cylas told Elisabeth.
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"He's a sweet heart and loyal to the bone,"Keres said, chuckling at some obviously private joke.
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"Get it, Cylas...to the bone?"
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A door slammed somewhere in the house.
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"Ah that would be my husband, Keres said happily.
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A small man young of feature with white blond hair wandered in.
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"I think Ive lost time gain. Such a sin," he complained and sighed.
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Keres stared for a moment thoughtfully then shrugged. "Oh I'm sure it's fine, Darling."
Turning to Elisabeth she said,"I'll show you out."
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She walked her to the door and bade her to return for a visit soon and..."Enjoy the cream."
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She shut the door as soon as the other woman had gone through it.?
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Ishamael Moridin