AN: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I was kinda swept off my
feet by a handsome man and didn't think to update... I promise to start
updating this again sooner. I just hope everyone who was enjoying this
story is still interested and still alive : D lol.
Also a little note, my sister just had surgery and wont be able to upload anymore pics for awhile. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed her... oh wait! lol silly me, no one reviewed her! haha...
Thanks to all my reviewers.
Hope yall enjoy this chapter.
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Marc looked down at the girl's limp, unmoving body, then he turned and looked at his unfinished meal and even let the thought of finishing it cross his mind. He knew the girl would probably freeze to death before he was finished though. Her cloak was torn up pretty bad and it was thin... what was she doing out in such weather in those clothes?
He sighed as he scooped her up in his arms, he lean forward slightly as he headed into the wind and towards the old, forgotten castle.
The little boy stood at the door as Marc walked in carrying the woman. Marc growled deeply at the child and the small boy held out his arms like he would carry the girl up to the room. Marc growled again and walked past the lad and up the stairs towards the room.
Ill never understand that kid, he thought to himself as he laid the brown haired girl down gently on the bed. He had thought about simply tossing her onto the bed, after all the mattress was very soft and it probably wouldn't hurt her, he wisely decided against it when the lame boy hobbled up next to bed and stared at the girl in deep concern.
The little boy placed a palm on the girl's forehead and then turned and grabbed some extra blankets from a bottom shelf of an old wardrobe. Marc never even knew those where there. The boy threw the covers over the girl's shivering body and then limped hurriedly from the room. Marc watched him go. He was surprised how quickly that boy could move in his lame condition.
Marc turned his attention back to the girl on the bed. She laid on the bed, still shivering and breathing heavily. He fixed the blankets so that they covered her better. The boy was only able to literally throw them on top of her. It didn't stop her shivering though. He jerked back when she sat straight up and said something in a mumbled and stuttered way that it was incomprehensible, she sneezed in his face before falling back onto the pillow. For a moment she lay still as death, but then she started shivering again.
He growled at her again and wiped his fur.
The boy rushed back in carrying a bowl of water a small towel and a cup of some sort of steamy liquid. He looked about frantically trying to figure out what to do. He looked up at Marc and tears streamed down from his big blue eyes and with those eyes he pleaded to Marc to help her.
"What am I supposed to do?" he snapped. The boy cried harder and wiped the girls face with the dry cloth. "Fine ...move."
Marc moved over to the side of the bed and pulled down the several blankets. Lifting the girl slightly in his arms he removed her wet cloak and then her boots and stockings. He threw them carelessly behind himself. He removed the remainder of her wet clothing except for her long shirt. Running the towel quickly across her arms and her legs, paying close attention to her feet and hands he covered her back up with the several blankets.
He shook her gently, hoping to wake her so that she could drink whatever it was the boy brought up for her, but she moaned and only shivered more.
Predictably, Marc growled at her.
After he saw that she wasn't going to be doing anything else he walked from the room, the little boy close behind.
The boy tugged at his waist and even pulled on his tail to get him to turn around and finish taking care of the girl, but he knew the only thing left to do was wait it out. He had seen several fevers before, from his siblings, friends and even his enemies where he grew up. Some lived, some died; it depended on that person's strength to overcome sickness without the aid of a doctor and their own desire for survival.
The girl's life was in her own hands...
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"Leave her alone!"
"Get off of her!"
Teresa looked around for Angel, she heard his voice, but where was he?
Teresa was standing in an abyss, a black nothingness. She felt lonely, depressed and afraid. She could hear Angel screaming, he was right there! So close!
Teresa heard herself screaming out, felt pain ache through her body and then felt great worry, but not worry of herself, worry for Angel.
She could hear Angel moaning as if he was in some great pain.
She felt Angel's rough hand against her smooth cheek heard him gasp in pain.
But she couldn't see anything! It was all so confusing!
"Stay... I love you, Teresita"
And then she felt an emptiness so great it tore at her very soul. She screamed and screamed and tears ran down her cheeks and she sobbed and wailed for his death
...but it was only a dream.
Beauty stirred in her sleep, she desired to wake but could not find the strength. She sighed slightly, and then she smiled.
Angel stood there in front of her, his long blonde hair tied in a braid down his back and his blue eyes smiling. He reached out a hand to her and she reached for it. But Angel was slowly drifting away. She ran towards him, she had to catch him!
Her hand stayed in the air only an inch above his before his reached out and grabbed hers. His hand folded around hers and they looked up at each other and smiled. She would live happily ever after, after all.
Even if they had to be happy in death, at least and at last, they were happy.
Teresa felt something pulling other arm though. She struggled against it, struggled to get herself closer to Angel. She screamed at him to stop the invisible force from pulling her away. She screamed for him to save her. She pleaded and begged but it did little good.
Soon she was torn from Angel's grasp...
And he drifted farther and farther away...
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"No!" The girl screamed as she sat up in the bed. Marc sat in the corner of the room and watched as the boy tried to push the warm cup into her hands. She had been asleep for close to three days and each day the boy had a fresh bowl of warm water by the bed and a cup of warm drink as well. When it got cold he would reheat it. He even forced Marc (Marc chuckled at the thought of the boy "forcing" him to do anything), to stay and help take care of the girl. Though Marc wasn't as devoted as the boy was, he did clean the girl's face with the warm water and cloth and maybe a few other small tasks that the lad had trouble completing.
"No... Please no.... please...." The girl was now sitting up in bed rocking back and forth, her hands clutched into small fists and pushed tightly against her chest. She kept muttering and her voice sounded as if it would break, Marc waited for tears to fall from her eyes and was surprised when none did.
The boy tried again to force the liquid into the girl's hands and then looked helplessly at Marc, pleading once again that Marc handle it.
Do I look like some caring fool? - though instead of speaking those words he simply growled.
Marc stood up and, keeping to the shadows, slipped out of the room.
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"Where am I?" Beauty asked the blonde boy. He looked up at her and laid his hand on her forehead again, seeming satisfied he pushed the drink into her hands again and moved to sit beside her on the bed.
Beauty helped him climb onto the bed, though she doubted he really needed the help, and then sipped at her drink. It was warm milk, she guessed with a touch of honey ...something else...
She shrugged it off and looked around herself, trying to figure out where she was now. She realized she was back into the same room she started in and sighed.
"And what is your name?" she asked the boy, though she got no answer. It didn't matter, she wasn't expecting an answer, she just wanted to hear someone speaking. "How old are you? Where are you from? Can you even here me?"
The boy smiled slightly still staring up at her with big blue eyes.
Beauty laid her hand on top of his head and tried half heartedly to smooth out his unruly hair. She realized that if it wasn't for this boy, she would probably be dead - which reminded her... How did she get back from the forest?
She sized the boy up, seeing that he was lame she knew that there was know way he could have carried her back. She sat for a moment and tried her best to remember what happened.
Walking out of the door and gate and along the road was something she could vaguely remember, or perhaps it was just filling in the blanks, but she did remember lying on the road and giving up...
No, she had gotten up from that.
She saw a man! That's it! The man must have carried her back.
No, he wasn't a man.
She remembered everything then... feeling wet, scared and alone, seeing the half dead deer looking up at her, and the creature eating from it... What creature was it? She had fainted, she knew... but why was she still alive?
A growl from down the hall mad her stomach jump. She could feel the bile in the back of her throat again and began to shake in fear. She couldn't be in that thing's lair!
The boy hurriedly jumped off the bed and ran out the door closing it behind him.
Still shaking she stood up from the bed and realized that most her clothes were gone. Her long shirt was still on her and it was dry but gave little warmth, she wrapped one of the blankets around herself and looked around. She didn't really want to leave the room, not without knowing what would great her when she got to the hall or beyond. A low fire burned in the fireplace and she moved toward it. She noticed off to the side of the room a large wardrobe.
She stood to the side and opened it slowly, almost afraid that some monster would jump out and attack her, then peaked in and saw several long gowns. She moved to have a closer look and moved some of the dressing, hoping to find something a little more simple, but all the dresses where elegant and rather old fashioned. She pulled one out, a deep hunter green dress with lace along the bodice; it seemed fashioned for an older woman. She frowned at it; the size wouldn't fit her. She saw a black dress with lace along the high neck and some how remembered it.
Maybe in a past life? ...No, what a silly thought!
She glanced around the room once more and saw the picture of the old and strict looking woman; the woman was wearing the same dress.
Beauty sighed, not only was the woman far taller then her (which became obvious by the clothing), the old lady's waist was far too thin and her bust too large. Beauty didn't fit that description and realized that she would need to look elsewhere for clothing. She returned the dress to its wardrobe and, pulling the blanket tighter around her body sat once again next to the fire.
She sat up straight and stared in disbelief and fear as her door swung open and a large, cat like creature stood there, staring back at her...
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Let me know what you think and review me!!!!
Also a little note, my sister just had surgery and wont be able to upload anymore pics for awhile. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed her... oh wait! lol silly me, no one reviewed her! haha...
Thanks to all my reviewers.
Hope yall enjoy this chapter.
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Marc looked down at the girl's limp, unmoving body, then he turned and looked at his unfinished meal and even let the thought of finishing it cross his mind. He knew the girl would probably freeze to death before he was finished though. Her cloak was torn up pretty bad and it was thin... what was she doing out in such weather in those clothes?
He sighed as he scooped her up in his arms, he lean forward slightly as he headed into the wind and towards the old, forgotten castle.
The little boy stood at the door as Marc walked in carrying the woman. Marc growled deeply at the child and the small boy held out his arms like he would carry the girl up to the room. Marc growled again and walked past the lad and up the stairs towards the room.
Ill never understand that kid, he thought to himself as he laid the brown haired girl down gently on the bed. He had thought about simply tossing her onto the bed, after all the mattress was very soft and it probably wouldn't hurt her, he wisely decided against it when the lame boy hobbled up next to bed and stared at the girl in deep concern.
The little boy placed a palm on the girl's forehead and then turned and grabbed some extra blankets from a bottom shelf of an old wardrobe. Marc never even knew those where there. The boy threw the covers over the girl's shivering body and then limped hurriedly from the room. Marc watched him go. He was surprised how quickly that boy could move in his lame condition.
Marc turned his attention back to the girl on the bed. She laid on the bed, still shivering and breathing heavily. He fixed the blankets so that they covered her better. The boy was only able to literally throw them on top of her. It didn't stop her shivering though. He jerked back when she sat straight up and said something in a mumbled and stuttered way that it was incomprehensible, she sneezed in his face before falling back onto the pillow. For a moment she lay still as death, but then she started shivering again.
He growled at her again and wiped his fur.
The boy rushed back in carrying a bowl of water a small towel and a cup of some sort of steamy liquid. He looked about frantically trying to figure out what to do. He looked up at Marc and tears streamed down from his big blue eyes and with those eyes he pleaded to Marc to help her.
"What am I supposed to do?" he snapped. The boy cried harder and wiped the girls face with the dry cloth. "Fine ...move."
Marc moved over to the side of the bed and pulled down the several blankets. Lifting the girl slightly in his arms he removed her wet cloak and then her boots and stockings. He threw them carelessly behind himself. He removed the remainder of her wet clothing except for her long shirt. Running the towel quickly across her arms and her legs, paying close attention to her feet and hands he covered her back up with the several blankets.
He shook her gently, hoping to wake her so that she could drink whatever it was the boy brought up for her, but she moaned and only shivered more.
Predictably, Marc growled at her.
After he saw that she wasn't going to be doing anything else he walked from the room, the little boy close behind.
The boy tugged at his waist and even pulled on his tail to get him to turn around and finish taking care of the girl, but he knew the only thing left to do was wait it out. He had seen several fevers before, from his siblings, friends and even his enemies where he grew up. Some lived, some died; it depended on that person's strength to overcome sickness without the aid of a doctor and their own desire for survival.
The girl's life was in her own hands...
°*°
"Leave her alone!"
"Get off of her!"
Teresa looked around for Angel, she heard his voice, but where was he?
Teresa was standing in an abyss, a black nothingness. She felt lonely, depressed and afraid. She could hear Angel screaming, he was right there! So close!
Teresa heard herself screaming out, felt pain ache through her body and then felt great worry, but not worry of herself, worry for Angel.
She could hear Angel moaning as if he was in some great pain.
She felt Angel's rough hand against her smooth cheek heard him gasp in pain.
But she couldn't see anything! It was all so confusing!
"Stay... I love you, Teresita"
And then she felt an emptiness so great it tore at her very soul. She screamed and screamed and tears ran down her cheeks and she sobbed and wailed for his death
...but it was only a dream.
Beauty stirred in her sleep, she desired to wake but could not find the strength. She sighed slightly, and then she smiled.
Angel stood there in front of her, his long blonde hair tied in a braid down his back and his blue eyes smiling. He reached out a hand to her and she reached for it. But Angel was slowly drifting away. She ran towards him, she had to catch him!
Her hand stayed in the air only an inch above his before his reached out and grabbed hers. His hand folded around hers and they looked up at each other and smiled. She would live happily ever after, after all.
Even if they had to be happy in death, at least and at last, they were happy.
Teresa felt something pulling other arm though. She struggled against it, struggled to get herself closer to Angel. She screamed at him to stop the invisible force from pulling her away. She screamed for him to save her. She pleaded and begged but it did little good.
Soon she was torn from Angel's grasp...
And he drifted farther and farther away...
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"No!" The girl screamed as she sat up in the bed. Marc sat in the corner of the room and watched as the boy tried to push the warm cup into her hands. She had been asleep for close to three days and each day the boy had a fresh bowl of warm water by the bed and a cup of warm drink as well. When it got cold he would reheat it. He even forced Marc (Marc chuckled at the thought of the boy "forcing" him to do anything), to stay and help take care of the girl. Though Marc wasn't as devoted as the boy was, he did clean the girl's face with the warm water and cloth and maybe a few other small tasks that the lad had trouble completing.
"No... Please no.... please...." The girl was now sitting up in bed rocking back and forth, her hands clutched into small fists and pushed tightly against her chest. She kept muttering and her voice sounded as if it would break, Marc waited for tears to fall from her eyes and was surprised when none did.
The boy tried again to force the liquid into the girl's hands and then looked helplessly at Marc, pleading once again that Marc handle it.
Do I look like some caring fool? - though instead of speaking those words he simply growled.
Marc stood up and, keeping to the shadows, slipped out of the room.
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"Where am I?" Beauty asked the blonde boy. He looked up at her and laid his hand on her forehead again, seeming satisfied he pushed the drink into her hands again and moved to sit beside her on the bed.
Beauty helped him climb onto the bed, though she doubted he really needed the help, and then sipped at her drink. It was warm milk, she guessed with a touch of honey ...something else...
She shrugged it off and looked around herself, trying to figure out where she was now. She realized she was back into the same room she started in and sighed.
"And what is your name?" she asked the boy, though she got no answer. It didn't matter, she wasn't expecting an answer, she just wanted to hear someone speaking. "How old are you? Where are you from? Can you even here me?"
The boy smiled slightly still staring up at her with big blue eyes.
Beauty laid her hand on top of his head and tried half heartedly to smooth out his unruly hair. She realized that if it wasn't for this boy, she would probably be dead - which reminded her... How did she get back from the forest?
She sized the boy up, seeing that he was lame she knew that there was know way he could have carried her back. She sat for a moment and tried her best to remember what happened.
Walking out of the door and gate and along the road was something she could vaguely remember, or perhaps it was just filling in the blanks, but she did remember lying on the road and giving up...
No, she had gotten up from that.
She saw a man! That's it! The man must have carried her back.
No, he wasn't a man.
She remembered everything then... feeling wet, scared and alone, seeing the half dead deer looking up at her, and the creature eating from it... What creature was it? She had fainted, she knew... but why was she still alive?
A growl from down the hall mad her stomach jump. She could feel the bile in the back of her throat again and began to shake in fear. She couldn't be in that thing's lair!
The boy hurriedly jumped off the bed and ran out the door closing it behind him.
Still shaking she stood up from the bed and realized that most her clothes were gone. Her long shirt was still on her and it was dry but gave little warmth, she wrapped one of the blankets around herself and looked around. She didn't really want to leave the room, not without knowing what would great her when she got to the hall or beyond. A low fire burned in the fireplace and she moved toward it. She noticed off to the side of the room a large wardrobe.
She stood to the side and opened it slowly, almost afraid that some monster would jump out and attack her, then peaked in and saw several long gowns. She moved to have a closer look and moved some of the dressing, hoping to find something a little more simple, but all the dresses where elegant and rather old fashioned. She pulled one out, a deep hunter green dress with lace along the bodice; it seemed fashioned for an older woman. She frowned at it; the size wouldn't fit her. She saw a black dress with lace along the high neck and some how remembered it.
Maybe in a past life? ...No, what a silly thought!
She glanced around the room once more and saw the picture of the old and strict looking woman; the woman was wearing the same dress.
Beauty sighed, not only was the woman far taller then her (which became obvious by the clothing), the old lady's waist was far too thin and her bust too large. Beauty didn't fit that description and realized that she would need to look elsewhere for clothing. She returned the dress to its wardrobe and, pulling the blanket tighter around her body sat once again next to the fire.
She sat up straight and stared in disbelief and fear as her door swung open and a large, cat like creature stood there, staring back at her...
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