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Post by Venus Tamwell on May 3, 2011 4:19:07 GMT
Actually no...If it had he would have been dead, and I...a little happier. But, I guess I have the next best thing.
~Venus calpped her hands together.~
Good. Then I shall go and have a chat with our dear Robards. You just put on a fake smile and try and play nice for a little. I'll return shortly.
~She giggled and turned around heading up to Robards office.~
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 3, 2011 8:54:33 GMT
"I don't see how it will help. Mister Robards seems determined to put us on trial, but you go on ahead ... " Sickness said. She watched Venus go, and lay down on the tiny bed in her cell. She drank the blood Venus had given her, taking her time with it. She was starting to feel reasonably satiated now that she had two pints in her, but now she was bored. There were no windows in this room, no sense of time, but a vampire could always feel when the sun was approaching, and when it was due to set. She clawed the words, "Here's to the wings of a bird " into the wall of her cell, her sharp nails achieving the task relatively quickly.
So, Ophelia had spoken to Robards, and her former husband was on his way to speak to her. How very interesting. She wondered if she should let the poor girl speak to him, or if she should try to wind him up a bit first. She whispered this to Ophelia, telling her that she would hurt him just to hurt her, and to her surprise, her other persona started fighting back. Sickness had never felt such resistance from her before, and it both alarmed and impressed her. Very well ... she would let the silly girl have her time with Bojan. Sickness went to sleep, and waited for the right time to wake up again.**Sickness**
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on May 4, 2011 21:58:53 GMT
**Exhales in deeply as he makes his way down the dark stairs towards the prison cell, not knowing what to expect, or how he'd feel when he saw Ophelia again**
**he got to the row of cells, but all was quiet. He squinted in the dim light of an occasionally positioned flicking torch, walking past each dark cell slowly, looking between the bars and listening carefully**
Ophelia...?
**his voice came out softly against the silence, feeling like he was in some kind of strange dream and the voice wasn't his**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 4, 2011 22:07:55 GMT
Ophelia was half asleep, exhausted, but as soon as she heard her name said by a familiar voice, she looked up, and her expression changed. She looked calmer, more sane than she had for a very long time. She stood and approached the bars of her cell, a little nervously.
"Bojan," she said quietly, a somewhat shy smile on her face. "You came to see me."
Her eyes travelled over his face, drinking in the sight of him. He was beautiful. His hair was longer now, his eyes a little sadder. She felt self-conscious, knowing she must look a perfect horror with her wild hair, her blood-stained clothes and her red eyes.
She stopped just at the bars and reached her hand out towards him, but then stopped herself. She thought better of her actions, knowing he might not be ready and willing to touch her just yet.
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on May 4, 2011 22:32:13 GMT
**She appeared in the half darkness in the next cell along. He stepped forward and swallowed. She looked different to how he remembered. A little malnourished, exhausted, messy. He supposed that was to be expected but it still made his feelings conflict - here was his estranged wife, the woman he loved, but it had been two years and his heart had began to heal**
**he watched her arm reach out and then retreat. She was so fragile, lost, and she seemed smaller somehow... and part of him felt like he wanted to care for her**
**he bit on his lip, lowering his gaze for a moment, he had a few questions and so deliberated on what should be his first**
Ophelia... vy did you leave me? I... you vould have been safe with me.
**his voice was still gentle, and his strong accent had not changed in these years. He looked up at her again**
And is it true... you murdered people?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 4, 2011 23:02:14 GMT
Ophelia looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. What could she say that would make what she had done easier to take? She gripped one of the bars tightly and whispered, "My father insisted we go to Italy. He said I was ill, and that I needed help. He said there was no time to waste, and we left that night. I wanted to stay, but he wouldn't let me ..."
Her grip on the bar increased, and she bit her lip. "I don't really know if I did, Bojan." She laughed bitterly. "I know how that must sound, but it's true." She didn't want him to know how damaged her mind was, but she trusted him and loved him, even after all the time apart. "I ... I don't know how to explain this, but I'll try my best."
She took a deep breath, and said quietly, "You probably remember that I wasn't myself before ... before I left. I was hearing a voice in my head that wasn't mine, telling me to do awful things. I was forgetting things, losing time and not knowing how I had ended up in places. I thought I was just tired, but then I woke up in Hogsmeade one night, and my hands were cut, and I felt bloated, like I had just eaten too much." She swallowed nervously, and pressed on. "There was human blood on my clothes, and my father was taking me away. Dante said I had bitten two women, but I couldn't remember doing it." Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she finally managed to raise her head and look at him. "I'm sick, Bojan. They tried to heal me when Daddy took me to Italy, but it didn't work."
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on May 5, 2011 21:41:12 GMT
**Bojan nodded, pensively. He could understand what she was saying though it didn't really change much about the way he felt, about how he had had to get used to being back on his own again over the last two years. And now they had caught her and she was behind bars, even if she was sick, there was still a significant amount of prejudice against vampires for things to not look good for her*
Do you think... they can make you better again? You are to go on trial, I hope they vill be understanding of this... illness and your suffering.
**by 'they' he had no idea who, or how they would cure her. Even though his heart was still numb and locked up, he still cared - he definitely did not want to see her found guilty of murder. He sighed sadly**
I vish there was something I could do...
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 15, 2011 22:31:18 GMT
Ophelia felt her heart breaking as she looked at him. He seemed so sad, and she knew it was her fault. She had been so confused in her own mind that she hadn't thought about how he must be feeling, and it made her feel awful.
"I hope so," she said. "The Healers in Florence said they could help me, but it would take a long time. They gave me the Dark Gift, but that didn't help. All that achieved was taking away my heartbeat and my wand." She looked up at him, and couldn't stop herself this time from reaching out to him, wanting to take his hand in hers.
"You can talk to my father, and you could be a character witness for me at the trial," she suggested. "Like I was for you so long ago." She forced herself to smile. "That's how you can help."
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on May 16, 2011 22:02:17 GMT
**Bojan let out a deep sigh, he could do what she was asking, but he had doubts - this was two years ago since he could honestly say he knew her, and everyone knew that - would they even think his opinion had any value after so long of them being estranged?**
**He looked up with a faint smile**
I vill try.
**he noticed her hand outreached and stepped forward, his hand raised towards hers. He was about to say something but he changed his mind and his brow furrowed. His hand dropped and he turned away, pausing with his back to her, not wanting her to see the tears that had pricked his eyes. His voice was barely audible...**
I vill try...[/i]
**without another word, nor looking back at her, he strode back up the dark walkway of the cell block, and up the stairs, his tall cloaked figure was out of sight way before his lingering shadow that flickered up the cold stone walls**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 16, 2011 23:27:02 GMT
His slight smile made her dead heart feel alive again. He would help her! "Thank you," she whispered. She felt so relieved that blood tears stung her eyes again, and she stretched her fingertips toward him as he raised his hand to take hers. She met his eyes, hardly daring to hope, and then he stepped away. She could smell his tears, and she hated herself for doing this to him again, for hurting him once more.
She watched his shadow until it melded with the other shadows on the stairs and the last echoes of his footsteps were inaudible even to her sensitive ears, and sank to the floor. She curled up in a ball of misery, and cried like a child, blood tears staining the stone floor. As she wept, Sickness whispered to her, the glee in her loathsome voice as obvious as mid-day sun, “There, there. Poor Ophelia, what did you expect to happen? What man will ever want you again?” Sickness taunted. “You are the girl gone mad, Ophelia from the book. Even your own father despairs of mending you, and abandoned you to death and imprisonment. This man was rid of you once, why would he willingly come back to you?”
"Shut up." Ophelia's voice was low, barely more than a hiss, but for any outsiders listening in it would seem as though she were talking to thin air.
"I was going to have a little chat with dear old Bojan, but this turned out so much better. I can feel your heart tearing in two, do you know that? Will you try to drown yourself like Shakespeare's Ophelia now? You'll need dozens of flowers to do that, and besides, vampires can't drown, but it would be a very pretty and poignant display. It would really reinforce this whole 'insane' thing you're going for nowadays!" Sickness continued, an incessant, irritating babble that she could not shut out.
"Shut up!" Ophelia shouted, her voice echoing off the stone walls of her cell. "Shut up! I'm sick of you! Get the hell out of my head, and stop putting words in my head!"
"You're weak, my little lamb," Sickness sneered. "Weak, weak, weak! You'll never be rid of me. I'm a part of you, precious, and soon we'll be down in the dark together. Now ... won't that be nice?"
Ophelia screamed, and began to systematically destroy everything in her cell. The pillow was torn to shreds, feathers flying everywhere. The thin blanket was shredded, the mattress and bed clawed and smashed respectively. She bent the bars of her cell as much as she could, but she wasn't as old or as powerful as her father, and couldn't tear them from the walls, no matter how hard she tried, and all the while she screamed. She screamed until her throat ached, she cried until there was nothing wet left in her to cry, and still it made no difference. Sickness continued to torment her, giving no sign as to when she might release her, and the worst thing of all was the knowledge that if this wicked little intruder in her brain ever did relent ... it would not be because it cared.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 0:37:56 GMT
*** For the remainder of the night, and the next day, she was quiet, mostly ... but sometimes she sang, and laughed in between verses. She didn't seem to sleep at all. She sang half remembered snatches of half-forgotten melodies, and then she would lie, outstretched on the floor, staring at nothing that could be seen by anyone else, whispering to it. Sometimes she was confused, and frightened. Sometimes she raged, and her rages were terrifying. She would thrash around her cell, damaging her bed, her bedding, the walls, her clothing, her own self... and nobody dared to try and enter the cell to administer a calming potion, because she was a vampire, and a crazed one at that. It would be insanity to try. But worst of all... worst was when she was lucid. She would seem like a person awaking from a bad dream, only to realise she was still there. She would cry, beg for release, tell them she wasn't mad, that she wanted her brother, her father ... even her mother. She started to sing, soft and sad, " I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrand. I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and die.My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago. My childhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like melting snow. But I'll spend my days in endless roaming! Soft is the grass, my bed is free! Ah, to be back now ... in Carrickfergus on that long road down to the sea. I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober, a lost young rover from town to town. But I am sick now, my days are numbered so come all ye young men and lay me down.[/i]"
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 10:52:57 GMT
*He had been asked to visit the girl in her cell, though he had little idea what use it would be. He had agreed to do all he could do have her freed. Maybe, if he met her, there was a chance he could learn something useful. But he did not know.*
*He approached the cell cautiously.*
Ophelia?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 13:58:48 GMT
She looked up when she heard someone call her name. Her cell was in a shambles, utterly destroyed by her last rage. She tilted her head slightly, observing this newcomer.
"Are they charging admission or something?" she asked, her voice scornful. "Come see the freak, and see if you can get sense out of her?" She was hungry, and therefore more than a little cranky.
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 14:09:31 GMT
*The girl was angry, and his first instinct was to leave her to it, but he had been warned that she was not in a fit state of mind. He had to persevere.*
My name is Elric. Your father sent me to speak to you.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 14:42:46 GMT
She laughed bitterly. "He remembers I'm alive then." She stood up and stepped closer to the bars, looking at the wizard.
"Well, Elric, what can I do for you?" she asked, smiling a crazed smile. "Tell me quickly, while I am still quite in control of my own mind."
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