A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)
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				Title: <strong>A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beguile's Mistress</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 11:12:30</strong>
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				The sound of hooves and carriage wheels on cobbles provided the accompaniment for Theresa Ashford’s thoughts this dark night.&nbsp; She was the youngest child of Thomas Ashford and his only daughter.&nbsp; Her mother, Genevieve, died when Theresa was just six.&nbsp; The only girl in the family, she had been indulged by her father and three older brothers who were pleased to grant her ever whim and as a result she was spoiled and willful, yet she also had a kind and generous nature.&nbsp; Those qualities were what caused her to be sitting alone in a hired carriage in the middle of the night traveling the streets of Bucharest, Romania, to call out a doctor for a daughter of the family she was living with.<br><br>At the advanced age of eighteen Theresa had been sent to Lord and Lady Lowell, friends of her father’s and the parents of six lively children.&nbsp; She had travelled to Bucharest with the family as companion to the oldest two daughters.&nbsp; This night found her abroad due to the fever that had struck down one of those young ladies.&nbsp; Several others in the household had also been afflicted and when Lady Lowell bid Theresa to have the footman sent to fetch a doctor the girl had taken one look at his sick countenance and sent him to fetch a carriage and then to bed.&nbsp; She would fetch the doctor herself she reasoned, thinking she stood a better chance of convincing that gentleman to leave his bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Theresa watched anxiously from the open window of the carriage as their destination grew closer.&nbsp; Suddenly the carriage tilted violently to one side and came to a grinding, dragging halt.&nbsp; She was thrown from the seat and lay stunned until the coachman wrenched the door open and helped her out.&nbsp; Theresa stood in the road helplessly eyeing the broken axle on the carriage, listening to the driver but not understanding much of what he said in his native language.&nbsp; Knowing that the doctor’s house was only a short distance away she headed off in that direction ignoring the driver’s shouts which seemed to be telling her to stay.&nbsp; <br><br>She found the correct street and had just turned the corner when she became aware that she was not alone.&nbsp; There was no one to be seen but Theresa had the feeling of eyes watching her every move.&nbsp; She hurried on ahead but stopped short when a dark figure materialized out of the shadows in front of her.&nbsp; Uttering a frightened cry Theresa turned to run back the way she had come but found two others had come up behind her.&nbsp; Surrounded and frightened Theresa darted out into the street to try to get away.&nbsp; She hadn’t gotten very far when she was grabbed from behind and lifted off her feet.&nbsp; <br><br>A hand clamped over her mouth gagging her with a rag of some sort before she could scream and a hood was thrown over her head and secured tightly at the neck.&nbsp; Her hands and feet were bound in short order and she felt herself thrown over a shoulder and being carried.&nbsp; Theresa struggled but the person holding her was too strong and she was beginning to feel faint, finding it hard to breathe.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was near to passing out when they stopped and the person carrying her threw her onto a hard wooden surface.&nbsp; A soft animal noise and movement made her think she was in a cart or wagon.&nbsp; Someone climbed in with her and the conveyance began to move.&nbsp; Theresa was shaking from fear and anger by this time and praying for someone, anyone, to save her, to get her away from these men and whatever evil they were planning for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 14:55:27</strong>
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				The carriage came to a halt just a moment after it began to move, as a man stood in the dark a few feet in front of the horses. His head was lowered as if looking at the ground not carring if the horses trampled him to death.&nbsp; He spoke one simple sentence to the driver and the other man seated beside him. "Lasati-o in pace."&nbsp; (Leave her alone) <br><br>The two men looked at each other and laughed only to look back at the spot were the man was standing and seen he was no longer there.&nbsp; The looks on their faces were priceless as the driver was jerked of the seat.&nbsp; The man accompanying him let out a little gasp as he looked over the side and seen nothing more then a large blood stained spot on the road.&nbsp; His turn came at that moment as Vlad came from behind to sever the mans neck.<br><br>It was a moment later that the third man opened the door to the carriage to check on his friends, he gave a gasp as he seen what fate had came to his commraids.&nbsp; Stepping out carefully he looked around holding a wooden club and searching around the carriage for what had done this.&nbsp; Cine e acolo? (Who's out there?)&nbsp; The man cried, hoping that whatever did this had left.&nbsp; "Eu sunt." (I am.)&nbsp; Came as a whisper to the man's ear as a loud screaming filled the streets.&nbsp; <br><br>Moments later Vlad had hid the bodies and cleaned himself, turning his attention back to the woman he walked over and looked inside the opened door, there she was with a cover on her head and her body shaking with fear he gave a smile and said. " Vreau sa spun tu nici un rău. Eu sunt Vlad Tepes, Prinţul şi razboinic al poporului. Eşti în siguranţă acum."&nbsp; (I mean you no harm.&nbsp; I am Vlad tepes, Prince and warrior of the people.&nbsp; You are safe now.)&nbsp; He removed the bag and gag keeping his face hidden in the shadows, not wishing her to see him yet.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing back after freeing her he held out a hand and offered to help her out of the carriage. He couldn't help noticing that even in her time of fear she was very beautiful, and yet she reminded him of....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beguile's Mistress</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 15:22:02</strong>
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				The carriage moved then stopped, there was commotion, whispers, silence.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man in the carriage with Theresa got up and left her alone.&nbsp; Her already fragile senses were frightened even more when she heard the captor cry out his question and the soft voice answer him.&nbsp; Screams rang in her ears and then silence once again; moments of silence that she was unable to break.&nbsp; Bound, blindfolded and gagged she couldn’t break them if she wanted to and she wasn’t sure she wanted to just then.&nbsp; Was this newcomer a rescuer come to save her or a further threat to her well-being?<br><br>Theresa felt a presence near her, not a sound or touch but a sense of someone there, someone watching her.&nbsp; Nothing was said at first and she lay there shaking, afraid to move, terrifed of what was to come.&nbsp; A soft voice spoke to her in the Romanian tongue and though she understood very little the tone was soothing, the speaker’s voice soft and deep and reassuring.&nbsp; Theresa jerked when hands touched the binding of her hood but she settled when she realized it was being untied.&nbsp; The hood was gently pulled away from her face, cool air bathing her heated skin and the gag was removed from her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp; She looked up to see the face of the one who saved her but he held himself to the shadows and a vague outline of a man was all she could make out.<br><br>Quick work was made of the bonds on her wrists and ankles and a hand was extended to her, offering her assistance.&nbsp; Theresa gladly put her hand in his and as she did so a shiver of awareness shot up her arm and through her body.&nbsp; She could almost believe she knew the hand that held hers.&nbsp; She descended from the carriage and made to stand but her legs were not quite equal to the task.&nbsp; &nbsp;Theresa wavered a little and put out her other hand on the cloaked chest of her hero and slumped inelegantly against him.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am so grateful for your presence and your aid, sir,” she began to thank him, her voice betraying her terror and the frayed state of her nerves.&nbsp; “I don’t know what they intended but I’m so very thankful you intervened to rescue me.&nbsp; You are truly brave to take on three such vile rogues and run them off.”<br><br>“Forgive me, sir, I must be a little weak yet,” Theresa said attempting to stand once more but still finding herself leaning on him for support his hand still clasped in hers.&nbsp; Looking up at him she tried once more to see his face but he stood in such a way that the shadows still concealed it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:09:14</strong>
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				Vlad took a long look at her then with a wave of his hand the shadow that covered his face seemed to move away.&nbsp; His features were tone, pale, and skinny.&nbsp; He looked to be in his mid thirties or even as young as twentyeight.&nbsp; His golden black eyes reflected the shimmer of the street lamps as he moved closer to the woman not even a foot away from her.<br><br>"Ah I see you speak the English tongue!&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; I have so wanted to find someone to work on mine with."&nbsp; He gave her a grin as he looked down at her hand in his.&nbsp; Raising it to his lips he said.&nbsp; "My name is Vlad Tepes."&nbsp; He kissed her hand softly and ended it with a bow.&nbsp; "May I ask how it is those men found you?&nbsp; And if I may, please allow me to escort you to your next stop, we have some rather wicked things at night in our country."&nbsp; He smiled once more and watched her eyes dance around.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beguile's Mistress</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 13:36:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; The clouds that obscured the moon parted then, or so it appeared to Theresa, and to her pleased relief she was able to see her savior’s face.&nbsp; His exotic accent and the softness of his voice intrigued her but it was worrisome, after the attack upon her person, to be standing in a quiet street alone with a stranger.&nbsp; He appeared to her to be about the same age as her oldest brother, Geoffrey, and about the same height.&nbsp; Theresa’s forehead was on a level with his chin.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>His was a somewhat narrow face and pale complected but it was his eyes that held her attention as he moved closer to her.&nbsp; She had never seen eyes like his before, so dark and riveting and the golden hue appeared to glow in the light of the surrounding lamps, seeming to reach out and touch her.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“My name is Theresa Ashford, sir.&nbsp; I reside with Lord and Lady Lowell as companion to their two oldest daughters.&nbsp; I’m on my way to fetch the doctor who lives on this street for one of the younger children who is ill with fever.&nbsp; Our carriage met with an accident and I foolishly decided to proceed alone on foot.”&nbsp; Theresa’s fright began to ease as she explained her situation and her trembling eased.&nbsp; “If you please, sir, I would be glad of your company to the door of the doctor’s home.&nbsp; It’s only a little way down the road.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lover's Story (Beguile's Mistress and Duncan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 15:02:30</strong>
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				Vlad noted the tone of her voice when she spoke of going to the doctor's home.&nbsp; Nodding in time with her statement he said. "Ah so let us hurry to the good doctor then."&nbsp; Walking over to the carriage he removed the straps binding the horses and tied it over the ones neck and mouth.&nbsp; Stepping up on to the horse he held a hand down towards her and said. "This should be faster for you my dear."
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