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Post by Jack on Nov 17, 2008 19:22:22 GMT -5
He had no idea what he was doing there. Alyssa had said she didn't ever want to see him again but his soul was tearing him apart when he didn't see her. He was dying from the inside out and it showed. He was gaunt and hadn't shaved in weeks. His hair was unruly and he was like a walking skeleton from lack of food. He was also deathly pale and barely wore clothes even though it was freezing outside. He closed the door on the screaming freezing wind and collapsed in a heap on the floor of the Temple, curling into a tight ball. He hoped Alyssa wasn't still mad. He had no where else to go and he would soon die of heart break or starvation, which ever came first.
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Post by bynx on Nov 18, 2008 17:46:30 GMT -5
On the contrary, it was Crissy who found him first, Alyssa currently dealing with another. The softer of the sisters let her mouth fall open as the bold man she had met not to long ago crumpled to the floor, a pitiful shell of his full self. The priestess quickly regained composure, if not hiding her surprise enough to fake it.
Rushing to his side, she gently pulled him to his knee's, supporting him the best she could, her own knee's grinding into the marble. "Are you insane? You need aid, now! What is so wrong you allow this to happen?" She scolded, brushing hair from his face. The souls dancing around them were singing gentle, as if welcoming a king back to his palace. He did belong here.. He had committed to Alyssa, given her his seed, and she carried it with her. He was now bound to this place, just like they were. He wouldn't survive away from it. Or away from her.
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Post by Jack on Nov 18, 2008 22:37:26 GMT -5
He grunted as he was helped to his knees and he blinked a few times to stop the dizziness and refocus his eyes. "I-I-" he swallowed as his voice croaked out. He hadn't talked or drank in days. "I can't live without her..." he managed to whisper softly, turning his dark blue eyes on Crissy's face. "It was toture watching her banish me from her. My heart broke and shattered into a million pieces that only she can mend back together. I'm hollow and cold inside and I feel as though my soul has left me." he swayed, closing his eyes as a wave of dizziness swept over him, demanding he lay down and sleep, an endless sleep of eternal darkness."
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Post by bynx on Nov 19, 2008 16:44:30 GMT -5
Crissy didn;t know what to do. On the one hand, she knew Alyssa missed him, and wanted him.. but she had done the right thing banishing him.. Or had she? If Jack chose this life.. He would have to abandon killing, completely.. He would be bound to the temple, body and soul.. He would wither, literally, if he strayed to far for to long.. Not to mention he would have to help rescue souls.. Alyssa and Crissy had no choice in the matter, they were bound at birth.. But so much pressure and pain came with their lives..
Rising, she pulled the lolling wolf up with her. "Jack... I... You have to understand.. She did what was best.... You don't understand.. By staying here, by coming here.. By choosing to stay with her, be with her.. You give up everything else.. Literally.. .Everything becomes a part of the temple... All of it..... "
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Post by Jack on Nov 19, 2008 17:41:17 GMT -5
Bartimeaus looked up at Crossy with pleading eyes. "I had nothing else before." he murmered softly. "I was a rebel. I simply came here to kill my father's killers and I got sidetracked." he smiled weakly. "Alyssa sidetracked me and I totally forogt my bout of revenge. This is my life now." he told her. "I choose nothing else."
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Post by bynx on Nov 19, 2008 17:54:56 GMT -5
Crissy was at a loss.. How could she explain to him that he would be giving everything.. Not just himself... But everything.. "She's pregnant.." she whispered to him, looking at the floor. Moving with his weight upon her was rather difficult. Finally, she found a wooden bench, where she sat him gently. Crouching down before him, she shook her head. "Clear your mind of her, of everything.. Think about this, Bartimeaus... " she pulled down the tip of her robe, exposing most of the soft flesh that was her chest. Two large crosses, one on each breast, as burned rather violently into her skin, scarring it. Alyssa had matching scars, they just weren't on her chest. Alyssa's were on her back, on both shoulder blades. "By choosing this life, that is what you get.. Your first few day's will be of purification.. It will be intense, and feel like fire on your insides. You will be in the worst pain you could ever be in.. Purification is the hardest task.. Physically..
Next, you will be foribidden to kill. Period.. you can not kill. Ever again. If someone raised a hand to Alyssa, you must NOT kill.. It will not be tolerated.
you will be forced to retrieve and save souls, like we do. You will be forced to lose any attatchments with anyone outside this temple.
And last, you will never die unless killed. By leaving this temple after purification, you will be bound, spiritually an physically. If you rare gone for to long, your body will begin to whither and rot. You will live from the souls your save. The more you save, the longer you can last away from the temple."
She let him weigh it over.. The worst part was yet to come..
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2008 11:22:32 GMT -5
What she said about Alyssa didn't register but the dedicating himself to the temple was all too clear. He grabbed ahold the front of the Crissy's shirt. Not violently but desperatly. "I.Have.No.Other.Life." he told her through gritted teeth. "This is my life. I just want my soul to stop ripping me apart. I need sleep and I need food. If that will get me that. Sign me up." he growled.
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Post by bynx on Nov 20, 2008 16:31:26 GMT -5
She fought against him, finally freeing herself from his grasp of desperation. "Bartimeous.. If you choose this life, the baby will not be of flesh and blood. The moment you are purified, you become another being, an angelic race. That causes changes to the baby. The baby will not be born alive, but of spirits.. Like a true angel.. "
She paused. She was not finished.
"And Alyssa may not survive the birth.. It's a fifty/fifty chance... I've never seen any other race combined with angel have a secure birth.. But then again we are more than they are.. I am not sure.. Birth will be hard enough alone with her having birth already.. but the moment you become an angelic being, her life becomes threatened.."
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2008 18:35:40 GMT -5
It all came to him slowly, registering like a bad cold. He felt cold and grew pale, if not paler. "The baby..." he whispered. He hunched over and fell away from Crissy, losing strength in himself as he sat like a poor man on the bench, his eyes tearing up. "But...If I never see her again, I might as well be signing my death wish..." he whispered.
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Post by bynx on Nov 20, 2008 19:09:39 GMT -5
Slowly, she rose. She moved towards him gently, as if afraid to scare away a frightened rabbit. "Bartimeaus.. It is not set in stone.. If she has the baby now, it will live.. But there is no certainty on how long.. Or how well . If you choose to become one of us.. you gain what life Alyssa has left.. It is up to you.. If you think you can handle it.. Then become one of us.. Hold her hand during the birth.. It will be the first time a baby angel has been born.. A pure baby angel.. With both parents alive.. Well..As aliv as we can be.." ...She mumered. All she knew, was that he would have to choose soon.. Alyssa needed her.
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2008 19:39:32 GMT -5
He thought about being able to run long distances in the middle of summer, letting the miles dissaper beneath him. He thought about taking down a deer and listening to it's heart beat die away. All that was what made a wolf, made his soul. But the image of Alyssa and a baby flashed before his eyes. They were his life now. He'd have to forget that he was a wild beast and let the master tame him. He'd kill himself before he left Alyssa. "I-I'll do it." he said, swallowing at first to make his voice stronger. He sat taller, his eyes blazing with will power. He knew he was doing the right thing.
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Post by bynx on Nov 20, 2008 19:47:51 GMT -5
Crissy was torn. She didn't want anymore to be bound like they were.. And Alyssa would kill her for this later on. However she was indisposed at the moment..
Rising, she pulled him to his feet. She struggled carrying half his weight as he moved him towards the large sanctuary. The doors were locked. With a simple word in an elven tongue, she allowed the doors to open and let them in.
Scarlet red covered the entire room. Sating covered the black marble floorings and the walls. A walkways of scarlet rose petals made it's way towards a table. Upon the table was a chalice and a small dagger. It was the barbaric way, but it was the purest way. She took a deep breath before ushering him up to the table. Picking up the knife, she handed it to him. "..Wrists.." She said somberely. "Then drink."
She hugged him gently before leaving. She could not be in the room when he spilt his blood. The moment his tainted blood touched the floor, he would begin the purification process. Locking the doors with the word, she said a quick prayer.
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2008 20:17:21 GMT -5
((Hey Bynx....I'm going to have some trouble with this purification process thing. You wanna take ove rhis post?))
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Post by bynx on Nov 23, 2008 17:59:12 GMT -5
As Crissy exited the room, Bartimeaus's were dazed. He was tired. He was hungry. He was ready to lay down. So he did just that. Grabbing the rather large chalice on one hand, the knife Crissy gave him in the other, he sank to the floor, using the table as a backrest. His eyes fell upon the chalice, which was filled with an ancient golden mead, drops of silver floating in it like luscious silver cherries. He faltered for a moment as he brought the chalice to his lips, causing a few drops to spill over the side and slide onto his rough, dirty hand. Immediately, the skin that was damp with the mead began to become a hard silver. His eyes flew open as he dropped the chalice, clawing at the silver upon his skin. It wasn't moving. What the hell was Crissy trying to do? Had she warned him of this? Honestly, he hadn't been listening. Alyssa filled his thoughts constantly. Her, food.....and his...baby..
Sucking in his fear, he picked up the chalice, careful to avoid touching any of the spilled mead that was causing the scarlet satin the harden and become silver just as his skin had. He took another shaky breath before engulfing the remaining mead.
His throat burned. Both of his hands tore at his throat. The pain was excruciating. Every thought he had fled his mind. All he could think about was ending the pain that was now filling his body.Suddenly, his throat closed. He couldn't breath. He could feel his flesh tea underneath his nails, but he couldn't end the pain. He was suffocating, but he was not dying. What he was feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
His eyes darted to the knife. His thoughts changed again. It was as if the mead now controlled his thoughts. It did.
His large hands closed around the hilt of the knife. His mind screams, which caused him to scream, tearing a painful yell from his throat. The pain that followed as crippling. It caused him to sink lower and onto his side. His hand raked the knife across his wrist. Everything went black.
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Crissy cringed at the sound of the howl. The door's were glowing a deep scarlet. A single tear rolled down her soft cheeks before she stepped closer to the doors. The moment they stopped glowing, she flung them open.
Rushing the the now unconscious Bartimeaus, the gently dabbed his cheeks. His arm no longer held actual silver, but three silver streaks were tattooed onto his skin. She let a sigh of relief escape her lips. He had been careful. Good.
Shifting, she prodded him awake.
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Post by Jack on Nov 23, 2008 22:11:17 GMT -5
He felt heavy and his throat was tight. He felt like he had been punched in the face a few times because when he opened his eyes, he had to force them open and he could hardly see. He felt swollen and hollow. On the outside, there was nothing different but his mind was taking it longer to figure everything out. "Wha-" his voice left his throat which made a tearing pain erupt into his throat and he moaned in pain, his head swimming. He closed his eyes and took deep breathes before he tried again. "What happened?" He almost fainted from the pain this time. Whatever had happened to him, his body was accepting it well.
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Post by bynx on Nov 28, 2008 1:12:08 GMT -5
Crissy gently cradled his head in her lap. "Don't try an get up. Your body will get up on it's own.. Your going to feel lightheaded for a few day's, but nothing to serous..Save that nasty scar.." She said gently. Allyssa was going to kill her.. Maybe literally. "Look.. There are a few new rules for you.." She said gently. "No more blood. Period. You can not swallow any of it. It can not touch the insides of your mouth or body.. It's un pure. Your going to hunger for it, and need it.. It's like purging of alcohol, which you will do, and cigarettes.. It's not going ot be easy.. But it you swallow it, it will kill you.." She prattled on, listing off things he couldn't do.. He would literally have to change his lifestyle.. And now it was too late to turn back.
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Post by Jack on Dec 1, 2008 10:41:45 GMT -5
He listened but only his subconcious did. No blood... It seemed to ring in his ears like a siren's song. For one, he was a werewolf, a Lycan, and had to drink blood to survive. Did Crissy expect him to starve to death? He was going to have to force himself to eat normal food but the pain it inflicted on him was enough to knock him out. Besides, it also transformed him into a raging beast that thristed for blood. He opened his mouth the explain this all to her but all that came out was a grunt of pain.
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Post by bynx on Jan 1, 2009 18:49:50 GMT -5
((Haha. Too bad thats vampires...Lycans don't survive off blood you silly. XD ))
Crissy took notice of his struggle and ushered him to follow her. The kitchens was where she lead him. Once inside the rather well hidden room, she relaxed a bit. "While your still lusting after blood, you have full usage of this kitchen. Every item in this kitchen will satiate your thirst one way or another. Let this become your alternative. "
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Post by Jack on Jan 2, 2009 10:12:51 GMT -5
((Haha I know! I was just thinking of the Underworld movie. I forgot he was a hybrid then. Oh well. Scratch that!))
He managed to croak out a few words. "When can I see Alyssa?" he asked her gruffly, still not completly able to speak due to the dryness of his throat. That was all he had come here for. To see Alyssa. Now that he was in pain and confused about what happened to him, he needed her for comfort mostly.
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Post by bynx on Jan 3, 2009 23:37:54 GMT -5
"You can't see her until the baby is born... The stress of her knowing what we did might damage the child..." she said softly. " But it's better this way.. Just give her a little more time.. Lucky for you, with any angel breed it doesn't take too long....Give her another week or so." She said softly.
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Post by Jack on Jan 3, 2009 23:43:31 GMT -5
Bartimeaus nodded, numb with the thought that she'd be there without him, in pain and alone. He tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. "Thanks, Crissy..." he whispered. "I know we started out rocky but you only meant well..." he told her, placing a hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture.
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