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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2009 23:26:05 GMT -5
That was a little much for Vilmos. Without talking to Zizzy first for advice, Vilmos pushed Armand away and wiped the skin of Zizzy's cheek clean of the Prince's touch. Zizzy finally began to panic as Vilmos took off at a run. She felt like a prisoner being carted away. Armand wouldn't be able to keep up with her for long, and even then, she had no idea what he could do. She would be alone, stuck with this murderous thing.
And she would be alone. That frightened her most. Her already frayed nerves where taking yet another beating and Zizzy wanted to run to Armand, not away from him. It was like she was being ripped from everything familiar and safe.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2009 23:39:02 GMT -5
With a curse uttered under his breath, Armand took after Zizzy --or whoever she was now. He'd been hoping to get close enough to maybe urge his supposed 'power' into action, but perhaps sensing his intention, she'd ran.
She was fast for having just survived a night in the cold, bruised and bloody. He fumbled with the weapons he had on him, searching for an arrow. He wouldn't shoot unless he was absolutely certain about the shot, but if he could just pin her down long enough for him to catch up and touch her...
"Stop!" he shouted at her retreating back. "Stop, or I'll shoot."
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2009 23:45:24 GMT -5
Zizzy, a little nonsensical reeled at the idea that Armand might think she was someone completely different and kill her instead of just attempting to get a sense of her. Her mounting distress caused Vilmos to stop and turn and raise her hands. "No shoot, no shoot." He said, although he was beginning to get angry and there were less witnesses here, but the Prince seemed like no feeble adversary and Zizzy immediately dug out memories of watching him train at the L.O.S, superimposed with the awe she'd felt. It was enough to intimidate Vilmos for a while, at least.
Zizzy, lurking somewhere within her own self, was almost wary of Armand now. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but what if he was convinced there was no her in here?
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 10, 2009 0:27:55 GMT -5
She stopped.
This time, he wasted no time mincing words. He advanced on her and cupped her face, pressing a hard kiss to her lips.
He'd never intentionally tried to delve into someone before, but now he did so with a desperate fervor, trying to see inside her head.
When the doors did open, he wasn't fully prepared for it, and he inhaled sharply against her lips. He pulled back and his eyes blazed with fury. "Get out of her!" he growled, looking directly into what he hoped was the Night Terror's eyes.
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2009 0:34:23 GMT -5
Vilmos roared and Zizzy feared he would really hurt Armand. That she would. "WHAT YOU DO?" He screamed, too bewildered by the Prince's sudden awareness of him to think of striking out. But Zizzy couldn't count on that to last too long and she could not watch while her own hands hurt him. If it meant being alone, if it meant never coming back or getting Vilmos out, she'd much rather that then have Armand get hurt.
"HOW YOU KNOW?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 10, 2009 0:43:23 GMT -5
Zizzy's face, contorted into such an expression of rage, looked literally like a different person. Even so, he knew he'd never be able to lay a hand on her, possessed or not. His fists clenched at his sides, and he spoke through his teeth. "Get. Out."
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2009 0:48:21 GMT -5
Vilmos grinned now, wide and mean. "No. She mine now. Has so much rage. And when I done, she be nothing but shell." He could see the rage in Armand too, and he would've made a nice host as well, had he come upon him first, and had the Prince not been well known property of another Night Terror.
Vilmos didn't exactly want to get on Iker's bad side.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 12, 2009 20:26:09 GMT -5
It was rare when Armand had no logical sense or plan arranging his anger in nice well-plotted moves in his head. He tried. But there wasn't anything to do. He could stand there and threaten the Night Terror until his face was blue, but he couldn't force him out without hurting Zizzy, and he could never do that. So he stood there, trembling and white-lipped, his brain wracking desperately through his nonexistent options. "If you hurt her, in any way, there will be nothing left of you when I'm finished."
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2009 20:55:25 GMT -5
Zizzy threw herself best she could against Vilmos' will. She was not as strong or as controlled as Armand and although she regained control, it was like an elastic band stretched to it's limit. It wouldn't take more than a few seconds to snap back into place. "Armand." Her voice returned to it's usual electric tones. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close, she didn't have any clue when she'd be able to again, if ever.
"Armand you don't come after me, he'll make me hurt you, I c-can't deal with that, please. I'll try and get him out but if I can't...he says I only have a certain amount of time before it won't make a difference anyways."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 12, 2009 21:01:21 GMT -5
He stiffened initially at the sudden hug, but it only took him half a second to realize Zizzy, his Zizzy, had broke free, at least for a moment. His eyes widened as she asked him not to come after her. "Zizzy... I can't... leave you in there," he managed to get out, as if she'd asked him to personally drive the knife through her heart.
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2009 21:16:14 GMT -5
The pain was starting to collect in her head again, but she could ignore it for now, could ignore Vilmos demanding she let go. "I...won't be me in a few weeks." She didn't want this to happen, but she wanted to be the one to murder him even less. "I'll be like a zombie, and you can't say you'll want to be with that, I wouldn't expect you to, it won't be me."
She tucked her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin so that the memory could last as long as possible, so when Vilmos took control, she could retreat into happier days and play them over and over in her mind.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 12, 2009 21:26:03 GMT -5
He grabbed her face and kissed her deep and hard. He pulled away quickly so he could say what he had to before the Night Terror won ownership of her body again. "I'll get you out. I promise. I . . . love you." Deeply, horribly, desperately he did, and he always would. Loving her was turning out to be one of the most soul-wrenching experiences of his life, but loving her without her would be inexplicably worse.
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2009 21:35:04 GMT -5
The kiss pushed Vilmos back another few metaphorical inches and she smiled as the pain in her head receded. "I know you will." Eventually, it just might be too late by the time he did. "And when I'm out, you owe me a honeymoon. I know we're not married, but I think I deserve the honeymoon anyways."
She was trying to keep it hopeful, optimistic, she could see this was already crushing him and yet again it was all her fault. If she would've just let go of all that anger. "And Armand when you get me back, if it's too late, if I'm lobotomized, don't make me an obligation. Okay?"
She crooked a finger at him, the pain was growing again. "Now, kiss me goodbye."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 13, 2009 15:52:48 GMT -5
His eyes softened. He brought his lips next to her cheek. "When I get you back," he whispered, "We'll get married, and have a real honeymoon." And with that promise, he did as she asked and kissed her goodbye, like he may never see her again.
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Post by Jules on Mar 13, 2009 20:07:00 GMT -5
She dug her fingers into his hair, crushing herself against him. Her breathing grew harsh, her newly healed ribs beginning to ache. Don't stop---the last thing she wanted was to pull away, but she could feel her control slipping as her mind lost focus and she didn't want to lose control before she was ready, despite the worsening headache.
"Now that's a proposal." And she would remain positive, she would have faith that if she couldn't find a way out herself, Armand would come through for her. If she got out of this intact, she would make a point to be happy. She'd had enough, wallowing had gotten her nothing but trouble and she should be happy----she had a great home, was fed well, and had the love of her life who wanted her for the rest of his. She didn't want to lose any of that. "We got Iker out of you, we can get this thing out of me."
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