My Flesh, My Blood, My Love [MzNurse/Mar]
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				Title: <strong>My Flesh, My Blood, My Love [MzNurse/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 03:35:34</strong>
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				<em>Here comes the bride,<br>All dressed in white...</em><br><br>Those two lines replayed over and over in Nola's (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Anne.jpg) mind as she realized her dream wedding loomed ever closer. Still, she could not believe she was going to get married and start her shared life with her fiancee. Slightly, it made her giddy and sick at the thought. Once she married, this was it. No more wondering if he who she would never call to mind might reconsider his foolishness, get down on his knees and beg her to take him back. No more looking over her shoulder in fear and anticipation of the day he would return and claim her once more. No more fearing he might lash out at the life she had built for herself or those she had come to befriend and care for. The only fear she had was what wedding gown she could choose to walk down the aisle in. <br><br>That thought brought her back to the task at hand and to her mirrored reflection in the bridal shop. She spent the past few hours heading from shop to shop with her soon to be mother in law and her fiancee's female relatives to find the gown to make John's eyes shimmer once she walked down the aisle in the dress. Glancing at herself in the mermaid inspired dress, her eyes flickered towards the pair of swallows tattooed on her left and right wrist. Each swallow held significance to her. According to sailor folklore, a sailor with one swallow was a sign he travelled over five thousand nautical miles while a sailor with two swallows had travelled ten thousand nautical miles. She might not have logged miles on a ship but she felt like a sailor in the ways she traveled for the past five years to this point in her life safely.<br><br>The swallowed also hid two puncture wound scars on each wrist from her old life as a 'food'. Even thinking about the hidden puncture wounds brought back a flood of memories acquired during her stint as his food. Nola had been a peace offering to his kind to ensure the treaty was held on both sides. Only nineteen, she was handed over to the most complicated man she ever met. Given to him, she became his blood donation, giving him his sustenance whenever he required it along with a mind to converse with whenever he wanted. However, never had he touched Nola in a manner to be considered sexually or romance-like until the end. When the last few months of her 'job' to him, it all changed. God, how things changed.<br><br>Nola had been glad in the fact he did not need her body in his bedroom for she felt there were more things out in the world than being a human blood bag. She yearned to throw herself into sociology and even became a social worker. She wanted to aid broken familes try to be whole again by any means. If a child needed to be taken from an abusive househould and placed with another family, she worked long hours to make sure the traumatized child never had to worry about another father coming at them with a meat cleaver or a mother spending her paycheck on narcotics instead of groceries to fill their bellies. Instead, she was stuck in the role of being Cristberend's donation bag until either he grew weary of her or she died out from natural age. Never had she asked him to give her the 'kiss of immortality' as most of the made food in the community called it. Never had she wanted to live out her life at his side nor in his shadow.<br><br>Nola could have eaten those foul her words as she spent time in his company and in his various homes he lived in. Slowly, but surely, she started to see the history behind him. Noticed mannerisms and expressions to warn her of an impending sour mood or amusement with every passing day. Nola even came to find herself enamored with him and hoped to reveal those feelings to him. She had adored him not because of his title and his grand history but of the man she saw whenever she conversed, laughed, bickered and even fed him. However, it was not meant to be. Whether she might have given herself away too soon or he had become tired of her, Cris, as she came to call him had his other employees started to act hostile and bitter towards her. They cast aside any opinions or comments she had with a lethal swipe of their hands, demoted their daily and nightly conversations to only speaking whenever Cris was around her and then the unthinkable happened.<br><br>The night where she wanted to give herself to him. A night she planned out for him after she finally let her guard down when he gave her the book and started this journey did he reject her. He kissed her and then threw her out on her ass. That night she cried for the change in his demeanor towards her. Cried over the loss of what she thought he might have held for her. It all came to a boil the night she asked hersel if he could ever see himself be with her but his actions told her everything she needed to know. "Victoria, are you alright?," Sonja, John's younger sister asked as she managed to stop Nola's thoughts where it had tried to lead itself to. Any longer and she would have let it lingered towards how she fought to survive the first year away from him. With a change of look and her first and last name, Nola Sims became Victoria Simmons Nevertheless, she found the traces of tear drops on her face. Hastily, she wiped them away from her eyes and smiled at the bevvy of females watching her with wary eyes.<br><br>"I am just crying because this is the perfect dress," she admitted though it was a lie rolling off of her tongue. The woman all cooed and walked over to fuss in pleasure at the dress even more, moving her thoughts away from the past. She had managed to reveal the truth to John about her past and he had accepted her instead of throwing her out into the street like....god, even she could not say his name outloud and was afraid thinking of him would make him appear. How could anyone admit to what she had gone through without the fear he might exact revenge on her? For now, she was sure in the fact that if he had not come looking for her before, he would not go looking for her now. I am free of him, was her last thought before she asked the other females if a veil or a tiara would be better, receiving a slew of answers in return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Flesh, My Blood, My Love [MzNurse/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 04:03:49</strong>
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				He watched her, as he often did.&nbsp; Today she was out with That Man's family.&nbsp; He would have been a good match...for anyone but Nola. Nola deserved better than him.&nbsp; She deserved only the best, and he wasn't the best. He'd followed her from shop to shop, staying out of sight, using his ability to convince others he hadn't been there when he was spotted.&nbsp; She must have found the dress she was looking for, because all those twittering creatures were animated again.&nbsp; Gods, how could she stand that? <br><br>He rubbed at his neck, thinking he hadn't had a good masseuse in... He shut the thought down quickly as memories of him stripped to his shorts while she sat on his ass to get leverage on the tough spots invaded his mind.&nbsp; That wasn't why he was here.&nbsp; He didn't want her.&nbsp; But he had to keep up appearances and he simply couldn't have his food marrying some...some...<em>human</em>.<br><br>Without thinking about what he was doing, he stepped across the street and into the shop. She had just come out of the fitting room, showing off the dress she had chosen, standing in front of a three-way mirror to look at herself. <br><br>"Very pretty," he whispered from behind her, glad he had inherited his mother's ability to be seen in mirrors. "But not perfect.&nbsp; It lacks something..." He raised an eyebrow at her stunned reflection in the mirror.&nbsp; "You should have perfection, don't you think...Victoria?" It was a question he'd asked her many times while they were together, always in that same soft, musical voice that made her want to stop and question things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Flesh, My Blood, My Love [MzNurse/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 04:37:13</strong>
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				Victoria tried her best not to lock up as she noticed his reflection in the mirror. She was not going to start running or start shivering as she had when he threw her out and she felt he was trying to test her will. No, many years went by without a word and never had she gone out of her way to talk to him. Why talk to a man who threw her out after a kiss? A kiss which meant everything in the world to her but obviously meant nothing for him if he could tell her to get out of his life for good. The only man who had a right to kiss her lips was John Roxton and no one else. <em>This man</em> was nothing to her. Absolutely nothing and while he managed to shock her, she cleared her throat and brushed a few imaginary lints from the dress. The dress was a strapless mermaid style dress which held corset ties in the back of the wedding dress and had a semi-long train in case she wanted to have someone hold it for her when she went down the aisle. <br><br>A beautiful dress for a beautiful her. A beautiful her who turned around but did not look him in the eye. He had no rights to be here, none at all. No one invited him here and she was damned if he thought had a say in what she should wear on her wedding day. He lost all rights to her long time ago and now he had to suck it up and move on. Move on like she moved on with her life. God, how much she loved Roxton and was grateful there was someone who did not reject her feelings or her emotions. "Do not speak to me in that voice," she cut out, knowing he was trying to use the question he used whenever the two were together and in that same god damn voice of his. While a small part of her rejoiced to hear phrases from her past, it was a ruse to try and get her damn guard down again. No more. He lost out on something great and he was not going to ruin her wedding. Nope. Not going to happen. <br><br>"Go away," she whispered, shaking her head as she stood her ground and glanced away from his eyes. He was not going to walk back into her life and expect he had an opinion in anything in her life now. He left her. Left her out in the damn cold and now to come back into her life did not change things between them. He did not change her feelings for him. After therapy and coming to terms with her past, she moved on. Why was he here now? Was he trying to make amends now? After all this time? The second he turned a new lead would be the day she turned to becoming a nun and devoting herself to God. It was never going to happen and a waste of time to even think of him as anything but an insufferable bastard. <br><br>A bastard who was not going to go near her or her family. The family she planned to start with Roxton once the two were married or even the people who came into her life and aided her. She was stronger than before, much more than the image of her who catered to his needs. If he wanted hot chocolate, he could get it his damn self. This female was not made to be walked all over. "You are not welcomed here, go away," she hissed as she turned in the mirror and removed herself from the platform, calling for the rest of the females to check out the dress. He had to leave before any of them saw him and thought something was going on because nothing was going to happen. Their lives together was over. The chapter finished and shut on itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Flesh, My Blood, My Love [MzNurse/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 23:26:54</strong>
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				He smirked at her as she stepped away.&nbsp; Did she really think should could just walk away?&nbsp; She was <em>his</em>.&nbsp; He may have kicked her out of the house, but that didn't revoke the contract.&nbsp; Didn't she understand that?&nbsp; She had wanted more freedom and he gave it to her.&nbsp; Now her freedom was over. It was time to come back.<br><br>He glided out of the store and into the back of his waiting car, cell phone glued to his ear the minute he hit the street.&nbsp; "Enrique," he said into the phone, the soft purr in his voice a warning signal. "Find me everything you can on this John Roxton.&nbsp; I want to know <em>everything</em>. Find me a weakness." He clicked the phone shut without waiting for an answer.<br><br>He leaned back against the seat and rubbed at his neck.&nbsp; He really should find a masseuse...&nbsp; Suddenly his eyes widened and he sat up a little straight. "Carmen," he told the driver quietly. "Take me to her place." A smile started at the corners of his lips. <br><br>Carmen didn't need to ask where 'her place' was.&nbsp; They'd been there a hundred times, at least.&nbsp; He went unerringly to the correct address.&nbsp; He wasn't surprised when The Master got out, but he was surprised when The Master told him to go back to the hotel until he called. Carmen opened his mouth to question the order, but remembered the dour mood The Master had been in these past few days and thought better of it.<br><br>Cris was inside the house (no need to break in, he'd had his own key since she moved in) and on the phone again before Carmen had driven off. "Enrique.&nbsp; Flowers.&nbsp; No not roses, those blue ones she really likes....Jonquils.&nbsp; Yes, I said Jonquils.&nbsp; No, I don't care if they're in season or not.&nbsp; Get them.&nbsp; And some magnolias and lilacs.&nbsp; She likes those too.&nbsp; And dinner.&nbsp; That roasted stuff she's so wild about.&nbsp; With the appropriate wine, of course. Have it over here before six. She supposed to be home so she can take a call from Roxston.&nbsp; Make sure the call doesn't go through." Again, he clicked the phone shut without waiting for an answer. These were his wishes and they would be done.&nbsp; Enrique would see to it. <br><br>He stood in the middle of her living room and took off his sunglasses, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of Nola...his Nola... He scowled at himself for that thought, but his inner scowl couldn't erase the gentle, pleased smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Flesh, My Blood, My Love [MzNurse/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 07:10:05</strong>
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				Yes, she thought she could get away. Many years passed and there was no sign of him showing up in her life. Now, he does his appearance just a few days before her wedding. Her wedding to someone else. Not to him but someone who wanted her. Who yearned to be in her life. Not someone who threw her aside when she was ready to let him into her life and her heart. He had no right to be here, none at all. She not one of his toys he could play around with, throw away and pick back up when someone else was eyeing it too. Nope, he lost his chance to be in her life a long time ago. Her life now was with John Roxton.<br><br>She did not look at him as he left the store. Though her friends and soon to be family in law were asking a slew of questions about him. "An old ex-boyfriend, he was the one whom I dated before I met John," she fibbed knowing none of them knew of what Cris meant to her. Only John was given the passage into her background when she finally felt at ease with him. It took her several months but she cracked open and he did not run away or throw her to the side because she was too much. Instead, he embraced her and held onto her as if he did not want her to disappear on him. That is what she wanted in her life. She did not want to be tied down to someone who was going to set her aside whenever the moment was right.<br><br>It took a bit more convincing but she had her girlfriends and her family in law under the impression the boyfriend came around to give her a pep talk for her wedding. She lied about the pep talk of course but it would be weird for him to walk into the place and into the dressing area without arousing suspicion. After spending a good amount of time in his presence, she knew how to lie as much as she could without give herself away. He would be proud if he was around but he flew in and out like how she imagined him to go about. Just like him to assume anything changed but her life went on without him. She was happy, very happy in the life she had with John. John was good to her and once the two were married the idea of children and bearing them would soon follow. <br><br>John's children being created inside of her made her smile. She could have children with John while with Cris, well, she did not know whether he could father children or not. Wait. Why was she imaginating things that had to do with her old life? She was not about to get into this again. After a year of hardcore therapy there was no fucking way she was going back to what she was before she met John. Nope, leave it in the god damn past and move on. Right now, she was moving on by picking out a wedding dress and watching as her bride maids tried on their own dresses. Yes, this was how life was supposed to be. None of this bull shit head games. She was in love and no one was going to stop her. No one and yet she did not know how wrong she was truthfully.
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 00:09:58</strong>
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				Cris had called the shop where she was and had a long, hypnotic conversation with the owner that she would never remember. Things were set on that front, and Carmen was in place to follow her, as he had several times in the past.&nbsp; He had ignored Carmen every time he asked why. Nobody needed to know the reasons, but if they had to have one, it was because Nola was given to him, and he didn't give up his treasures easily. That's all there was to it and nobody needed to look any deeper than that.&nbsp; End of story.<br><br>He had the house ready for her--her favorite flowers, favorite meal, favorite music. As soon as Carmen called to say that she was on her way home, he would start her bathwater with her favorite scented bubbles. He rubbed at his neck and refused to think about&nbsp; why he was going to these extremes for his food. He owed her an apology, he knew, and this was his way of apologizing.<br><br>He sat at her table and opened his briefcase, his fingers going first to caress the picture he kept tucked into the lid. <em>My Nola...</em> The words flitted through his mind without notice as he reached inside for a sheaf of papers.&nbsp; He would work while he waited.&nbsp; No sense sitting around doing nothing.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 22:45:36</strong>
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				Nola entertained her guest for a few more hours until it was time for the shop to close for the day. By then, she had yet to find a dress she wanted to wear for the wedding day. What was she to do knowing Cris was in town and for who knew how long. He might be gone before the wedding day and could be in town on business. Even as she said this to herself, Nola knew it was a flat out lie. He was here because of the wedding annoucement in the paper. She should have known it would bring him sniffing around to see her in the flesh about to be married off to another man who she already had relations with; yes, she slept with John and gave herself over to him.<br><br>After her rejection from Cris she never thought she ever wanted to get into a relationship. However, John changed all of that with her. He was gentle, he let her lead and took his time with her. Now to see Cris back if even for a bit of time in her life again set her heart into overdrive. He had to leave her in peace and hearing him call her by her true name only cemented the fact he knew her past. Knew the truth about what happened between them but John knew as well which made it better. John was there by her side and never about to leave her in the cold. <br><br>Blowing kisses to her friends and family, she made her way to her car. She had a date tonight with John to go over last minute plans. In a few more days the two were to be married and the final nail in the coffin between Cris and her would be nailed. No more Cris thought because tonight was all about John and her. Just thinking about John made her blush like a tomato and her skin raise up to feel his touch on her again. Yes, being in love was the best thing to ever happen to her. Made her strong and alive. Cris was never going to take that away from her.
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 23:46:15</strong>
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				Carmen followed, making sure she was heading home before calling The Boss. Cris merely said, "Good" and hung up on him.&nbsp; He smiled and went to start her bathwater. She would be impressed, remember how good he had been to her (except that once), and come back home without a fight. <br><br>Coming back without a fight was the easiest way. There was much less to cover up and it used a lot less energy on his part. Money meant nothing to him.&nbsp; He had amassed millions over the centuries. Time away from business really wasn't much problem either.&nbsp; Business was just a hobby to him. But the energy it would take to convince Roxton that Nola meant nothing to him would be tremendous, and that didn't count the others around Roxton that would need to be convinced that Roxton's change of heart was genuine. <br><br>No, it was easier to convince Nola to leave Roxton. He smiled to himself. That, he knew, he could do.
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