Keara: She was tired. It had been a long couple of days but she was more mentally exhausted than anything else. While she was happy to be home and eager to see her husband, she was eager for all the wrong reasons as while away Keara had figured out just what it was that was wrong with her. Thankfully, she didn’t need to sneak out of the aeroplane this time as her tome would take her home now that she was back in the city, and so she said the words and appeared exactly where she expected too. What she hadn’t expected however was Enver to be right there, ready and waiting for her. In a move that possibly surprised her as much as it would him, she tried to rush past him to the elevator instead of throwing herself at him like she usually would have.This RP takes place on Monday 24th February 2014.
Enver: He arrived home on Sunday, as planned. His wife had never replied to his last email, something that irritated the male, being he did his best to reply to hers while he was away. He knew when he left it was difficult on her, so he replied to them as soon as he could. When he got home, he hadn't gone to any of his businesses, even though he'd been alerted on his phone that all of them had been hacked for some reason or another. Something just wasn't right with his wife. Sure, her missing him wasn't anything new, but she'd been overly clingy before he left, sent odd/cryptic emails, sired someone while he was gone, and apparently Crash had never seen her the whole time. He rose from the couch he was sitting on when he saw her and beelined for her. "Another raid caught your fancy?" He asked as she headed for the elevator, sure that was the most logical explanation. His wife loved raids, it wasn't uncommon for her to be in them for a day or two, so the fact he hadn't been able to find her, when pre-warned made him believe she was in some raid. At least, he hoped so.
Keara: “No. In a raid I was not,” she practically barked at him as went into the elevator and pressed the button to go up to their cell. It was clear that something was wrong with her as this wasn’t a tone Enver would have ever heard in her voice before. Having worked out what was wrong, she had ‘logically’ decided that it was all Enver’s fault and as such wasn’t sure how to actually speak to him, as she was fighting the urge to stab him with her dagger. The desire was so strong in fact that the item appeared in right hand, and she looked down at it, she began turning it this way and that in the hopes that the lighting glinting off of it would distract her from this overwhelmingly powerful urge.
Enver: "Okaaaay then." He ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled a breath from his lungs. "Something new pop up? With that new one you sired?" Enver looked around the room, feeling something was wrong with his wife due to the tone of her voice and that she hadn't attempted to even touch him. For someone that missed him so badly, she sure wasn't showing it. He moved as best as he could between her and the elevator door as he crossed his arms at his chest. "We in a hurry to go somewhere?" He grinned down at her, hoping if she looked up at him and saw the smile that she'd forget whatever it was that was bothering her and realize that he was home and standing right in front of her.
Keara: Still trying to decide if she should stab him or not she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him into the elevator so that the doors could close and she could get upstairs. With the doors closed, she pushed the button again and folded her arms as best she could with the blade in hand. “Charlotte the issue is not. Was not. Hannah the problem was. Though…fixed now I have that problem.” She couldn’t or rather wouldn’t look at him, as she was always in trouble the moment she looked into his eyes.
Enver: Pushed back, Enver practically stumbled backwards from the thrust of his wife's shove. These were one of the moments that Enver disliked how strong his wife was in comparison to him, because there was nothing 'loving' or even remotely sexual about it. When Enver heard Keara talk, he scoffed and brushed her off. "Hannah's not a problem. She's not even in the city." He cleared his throat as he frowned. "What the hell is this really about? She's not done anything wrong. I'm pretty damn sure of it."
Keara: “How did you know that she out of the city was?” she asked as he ignited the anger inside of her and she pressed him to the wall, dagger to his throat. If she could have pulled one coherent thought from her mind in that moment she might have realised that her anger came from hearing the woman’s name on his lips, rather than the statement he had made. She already knew the answer to the questions she was asking, as that was how she’d found the vapid blonde in the first place. A darkness began to build about them as her anger threatened to overwhelm her senses and the elevator shuddered more than usual as it arrived at their floor and the doors began to open; something Keara failed to notice as she now looked upon the man she loved with a burning hatred that would have been hard to miss on his end.
Enver: A lot of things were going on at once. His wife was more or less assaulting him (not that he wasn't used to some sort of assault from her), the elevator was shaking, it was growing darker and she was interrogating him on top of it too. Enver didn't like where this was going, but was pretty confident she wasn't really going to hurt him. Nothing more than she already had, which wasn't much of anything. "Because I paid for her to take a vacation." He growled down at her, his eyes narrowing. "After you went on about wanting to kill her for no damn reason, thought it best to remove her from the city. Who cares?" Enver gave a half shrug as he moved to push her off him with a shoulder push off the wall of the elevator and in her direction.
Keara: She growled as he pushed her back, seething from the fact that he had deliberately tried to hide his female from her. She stormed out of the elevator and into their cell, frightened that she’d try to gut him if she stayed to look at him a second longer. “Choose her he did.” Her voice was little more than a whisper, as she was thinking aloud. She threw her dagger at the wall and flexed her fingers over and over, her hands held out to the side as she tried to expel the negativity building inside her; a plan that didn’t work as she turned to face him and yelled, “Choose her over me you did! Glad I am that killed her I did. Do that to me again you never can!”
Enver: He followed after her, missing what she had whispered, until they were in their cell and she was screaming at him. He could barely make any of it out, so he didn't say or do anything at first. He'd never seen his wife so angry before and even if she was, she had more control over her anger than this. It was downright frightening how out of control Keara seemed. "Killed her? Are you crazy?" He shouted back at her once the cell door was closed. "Why'd you go and do that? She wasn't bugging anyone in Italy." He was oblivious to the fact that his wife had gone to Italy at this moment as he kept on his rampage. "How often do you choose that sister of yours or believe what she says before even asking me what really happened?" He sneered at the idea of Keara killing Hannah for no reason. "Who else did you off this last weekend? Seems to have been a trend. First Charlotte or whatever her name is, then Hannah." His fists came together at his sides as Enver tried to collect his feelings, but he couldn't move past the fact Keara had killed Hannah. A thrall that had been in his service for about two years, a thrall that had never done him any wrong and still hadn't done him any wrong. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He growled as he reached out his hands and shook her good and hard. "I'd love to send that stupid wraith to that place, but I've not done it because of you. But you can bet your *** I could find someone who would gladly do it for me for the right price." He shook her again, before releasing her and taking a step back. "She was my god damn thrall. Had no right." He wanted to do a lot of things in that moment. Get someone to banish Deanna, the constant pain in his ***. Leave the room before he said anything else that he might regret later. But most of all, in that moment, Enver wanted to do something he never thought he'd do before to Keara. He wanted to find a way to hurt her back, if not more than she had hurt him. Though his connection with Hannah was gone, as thrall and 'master,' more or less, Enver was quite fond of the woman. She'd been with him through a lot of **** that no one else had been around for over the last two years, and so their relationship was more than 'master' and thrall to him. They were friends. Keara had killed one of his friends.
Keara: “Was Enver! Was!” she growled having been shaken several times. The cupboards and draws began to tremor with an ever increasing intensity as she continued to use her words as opposed to her fists, which is what she’d of preferred to do. “If cared for her so much you did. Released her you should not have. While yours she was, safe she was. Then took you Crash. When released her you did, allowed you did for me this to do. This all her fault is!” The blade appeared in her hand again as she rambled, having been subconsciously summoned once more. “Charlotte my childe would not be. Killed her by mistake I did. Thought I did that she your female was.” With that she said she drew the blade across the inner length of her forearm. The pain momentarily calming the disturbance in the room before it started up again. The wound was more superficial than it was deep but it began to weep her defected blood which simply vanished into the ether about them as it bubbled up from the wound. “And speak of my sister you may not. No physical harm upon you has she ever wrought. Behaving she is for love of me.”
Enver: He scoffed at her. "And any time Hannah acted was for compassion or concern for me. She's my friend. Was. Is. Was." He growled as a hand went through his hair as Enver moved over to his wife and slapped at the blade she had, wanting her to drop it. "Knock that **** off. You killed Hannah because you could. Simple as that. I could have had Deanna banished a few times over already, but hadn't. For you." He reached out to shake her again and shake her a good one. "Wait. Hannah came back here?" That didn't make a lick of sense. She wasn't due back here for weeks and probably couldn't afford to change her ticket over because it'd be another fee. And while Enver paid her good while she was his thrall, he knew most of that went for college.
Keara: The blade was knocked from her hand and while a part of her ached to feel the wooden hilt pressed against her palm, another part of her knew that it would be dangerous to call it back to her as she was close to doing some real damage to the man she loved. Him shaking her once more did little to strengthen that particular desire and with a little too much of her strength she shoved her husband from her growling as she did so, the wound upon her arm seemingly inconsequential. “Choose her over me you did,” she managed to say through gritted teeth. “If reason needed I did…that reason enough would be.” While she wasn’t lying, this was a fact she’d only been made aware of after the fact, so couldn’t have possibly been the reason she’d dispatched the woman that had been her husband’s loyal companion for a time. “Trusted her I did not. Released her you did. If truly cared for her you did, did that you would not have. And no,” she growled as the room began to liven up once more. “Hunted her down I did for her to knees to bring. Wish you for her last words to know…Dear Husband? Why she asked me. As if knew why she did not. Why do I anything do? For love of you. For love of my kind. To protect mine. Caused me she did for another life to take. That too reason enough was. For Charlotte this was done. Even if Charlotte her life begged of me to spare. Weak you all are. Weak! Frail creatures trusted cannot be!” she screamed and every piece of glass in the room shattered.
Enver: He couldn't believe his ears. His wife had hunted Hannah down? All the way to Italy? Italy sure was a hell of a lot further than California was; a place Keara said she couldn't go. Had she stayed here with the intent of waiting for him to leave to go kill Hannah when he wasn't around? Could Keara be that...nefarious? "********." He took a step back from Keara. "She wasn't going to do or say anything to anyone." Another step backwards as Enver tried to process how his wife waited for him to leave so she could kill Hannah. So she could slip off to Italy. "If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn't have killed someone I consider a friend. You would have came to California with me instead of sneaking away." He didn't know what to say, or do. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to go to Italy. Maybe she wasn't dead. Maybe Keara had killed the wrong person. He should call her and see. So that's what Enver did. He grabbed his phone out and started dialling her number as he turned to leave the room.
Keara: “Saw her you did not when dead you were. Trusted she…” she cut off her sentence as he pulled out his phone. They were in the middle of a raging argument and he was going to take…no wait…it was worse, he was going to make a call. Keara screamed and in an overly dramatic motion, threw her hands in the air, turned on her heels and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. While she was angry with Enver and feeling more than a little betrayed by the loyalty he had shown to someone over that of his to her, she too knew that things were spiralling very quickly out of control. Unlike Enver, she knew a reason why that might be; not that Keara wasn’t capable of such insanity when it came to trying to process her feelings for her husband, or more accurately the women in his life of whom she could be more than a little jealous. Still, while he did whatever it was he wanted to do, she summoned the dagger from off the floor, plunged it into her lower torso and began to try to remove, what she perceived to be, the problem with her bare hands. The disturbance in the room quickly subsided and as what little light there could be in a room with no working light bulbs returned, an eerie silence fell upon the cell.
Enver: He was oblivious to what Keara was doing at the moment, as the phone rang and rang, but Hannah never picked up. Keara had killed Hannah. Hannah was dead. She killed Hannah. She murdered Hannah, for reasons he had no idea about, or could even conceive! "You killed her." Enver turned around as he hung up the phone, but didn't see Keara anywhere. He didn't see her, or hear her. And the room was quiet. No weird Carrie ****, no mad ramblings of his wife, nothing. The bathroom was the logical choice as she never came past him. He crossed the length of the room, opened the door and saw something he'd never thought he'd see. Ever. "What in the hell are you doing?" He was in front of her before he could even finish the thought in his mind (or that's how it felt to him) and was grabbing for the blade. "I said knock it off." He groaned as he continued to pry it from her hands.
Keara: “Your fault this is,” she looked up at him, clinging to her blade with her free hand as the other sought to rid her of her issues. Anger still held the edge in her voice and yet it had changed, perhaps it was the pain she was feeling from trying to tear herself apart or perhaps it was the pain of the betrayal she’d suffered, but whatever it was had her on the verge of weeping. This was something she hadn’t done since her return from the Shadow realm and something she couldn’t recall ever having done since the day she was turned and so she couldn’t have anticipated what might happen next. “Did this to me you did,” she whimpered as her eyes began to fill with fluid and a few glistening beads began to roll down over her cheeks; a fact that could easily be missed in the darkness.
Enver: "Do what? I didn't do anything. I just ******* got home." He snarled as he grabbed at everything he could. He hadn't done a damn thing wrong! "You're acting crazy. I said knock if off." He might not have been strong enough to get her to stop what she was doing, or to drop the blade, but maybe something instantaneous and unpredictable might. Enver looped his hands under both Keara's arms and tossed her to the wall of the bathroom, hoping the blade would drop and she'd stop and make some sense.
Keara: She didn’t or rather couldn’t fight being thrown and went crashing through the bathroom wall and landed out in the hallway where she smacked her head against the opposite wall. She hit it hard and while it was enough to make her drop the blade, it wouldn’t stay parted from her for long as she could always summon it back to her. As it was however, she didn’t have the strength of mind to do much of anything, as she lay crumpled on the floor. Her lower torso was ripped open, her head was bleeding and her body ached all over; at this point she full on burst into tears, began weeping uncontrollably and curled herself up into a ball.
Enver: He hadn't meant to throw her through a wall; at the wall? Maybe. She just wouldn't stop and give him a second to make sense of whatever was going on since he'd been out of town. Even though she'd been thrown through the wall, he was sure she'd get right back up, having been thrown a few times by him (even if not through a wall) and being she was a skilled fighter. He waited for her to get up and for them to talk about things rationally, but she did the exact opposite. Keara stayed on the ground and started bawling on the floor. His wife was crying. His wife was crying! That lit a fire under his *** and Enver was climbing his way through the hole he created. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Enver frowned as he approached her, coming to kneel at her side. "I didn't mean to-got carried away maybe." He sighed. "I'm sorry for throwing you through the wall." He looked down at her stomach area, where she was gutting herself at and sighed again. "Look, I don't like it when you do that stuff to yourself."
Keara: She barely heard a word he said as she became the kind of weak blubbering mess she usually struggled to understand. Her husband’s solution to stopping her from hurting herself, was to hurt her himself. It made no sense to her but then she wasn’t exactly thinking about that at that point. She felt utterly betrayed and was exhausted beyond belief, the physical pain she felt just helped to heighten the emotional ones. She gave no verbal reply and didn’t make a move to stand or fight back as her husband came near her and knelt at her side. Until a few moments ago, Keara wasn’t even certain she could cry and now, now she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop.
Enver: Enver didn't know what he disliked more. The silent treatment, or Keara raging at him. Both annoyed him for different reasons. He sighed again. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry, alright? What the hell is wrong with my wife?" Enver grabbed Keara at both her arms, again and pulled her to him with another sigh. "Go away for a couple days and people are dying everywhere, my wife is gutting herself like a Thanksgiving turkey and who knows what the hell else?" He said to no one, really, but it seemed Enver had to try and piece the pieces together alone.
Keara: Keara was aware of being moved and yet she did nothing to help or hinder the process. As she now leant against him, her senses became overwhelmed by the scent of him. As upset and angry as she was, she was still attracted to him even when only her baser instincts were working. She sniffed at him as if trying to recognise him and then slumped against him. “Your…fault…this…is,” she managed to bleat out between sobs.
Enver: He was getting annoyed. How was this his fault? He wasn't even here! And if she trusted him about Hannah, then Hannah would be alive and Charlotte wouldn't be a vampire. "Yeah. Alright. This is my fault. Everything is my fault." He said between gritted teeth, not liking he was taking the blame for a lot of things Enver didn't have anything to do with. "But that's your fault." He pointed to her stomach. "I sure as **** didn't have anything to do with that. You accuse me of not communicating, but here you are gutting yourself like a god damn fish. So what'd I all do?"
Keara: Her mind was barely functioning but his voice, harsh in tone as it was, was enough to help soothe her slightly; she loved his voice and as he spoke, her sobbing began to ease. Even though she wasn’t at her best, she was able to follow what was being said. He’d asked her what he’d done, having denied any involvement in her need to carve a whole into herself, but her reply was likely not one he’d enjoy as she reached inside herself and plucked out something the size of a blueberry and placed it in his hand. “Your fault,” she said as the creature dissipated in his hand, only to ‘heal’ within her once more.
Enver: She said nothing for a while and Enver didn't know how else to get the truth out from his wife. Or, the whole story in actuality. She moved and he let her, keeping a careful eye on her before she started digging around in her mid-section. "Hey, stop. I said knock--" He was stunned in to silence. What the hell did she just pull out? What was in his hand? "What is that?" To him, she'd lost it. He'd never put anything in her! "I didn't put that in there." Enver shook his head. "Why would I put, whatever the hell that is, in you?"
Keara: The thing disappeared. Even she wasn’t expecting that, but then it really shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise as it the things were that easy to get rid of, no vampire ever would have died from carrying one to term and there would have been no need to have created a law against vampire pairings. Hearing him dismiss, what was effectively his child, she gave a soft growl. (She’d meant for it to be a full and guttural noise but she just didn’t have the strength for it). “Calling me then you are disloyal. For with no other have I been.” She was beginning to sound a little more like herself now, the weeping having stopped, even if her voice was as weak and feeble sounding as she herself felt.
Enver: "What?" Enver asked before he shook his head. "That's not what I was say-" He stopped, with his jaw agape as everything came together, finally. "That's not what I was saying. I don't think you were disloyal. I just wasn't sure what the hell I was looking at.Things being pulled out, then disappearing again." His brows furrowed together, still not real sure what he was looking at. "So, you're pregnant?" Obviously Keara wasn't thrilled about it, but Enver felt indifferent, being he wasn't sure what it meant. What was true and what wasn't true about vampires getting pregnant and what all happens.
Keara: Pregnant. What a word. It certainly wasn’t one she wanted to use in a sentence about herself and until recently she never thought the chances of that happening were anything more than impossible. Still. The word itself didn’t accurately portray her state, at least not to her. She wasn’t carrying a child in any conventional sense, she was infected by a parasite, an abomination. “Unnatural it is. Killed me you have,” she mumbled as a hand came up and touched the back of her head. She was still weak, despite the fact that she should have been able to sustain a lot more physical damage before being rendered useless. A part of her wanted to rip the creature from her once more but common sense told her that the result would be the same and so with a little more effort than usual she concentrated long enough on the wound to heal it, leaving her torn dress as the only evidence as to what had happened.
Enver: "What do you mean I killed you?" Enver growled as a few different emotions hit him. Anger, confusion and even agitation. "You're nuts if you think I'd kill you." His teeth slowly gritted together as he took a few breaths as Enver tried to control what he'd say or do. "You don't want it." Enver said out loud. He'd never thought this would happen to them, though for as often as they enjoyed the company of the other, Enver wasn't sure why the thought never crossed his mind. Maybe he just assumed vampires couldn't have babies because they were, well, dead. "How'd this? I mean, how do, how did this happen? After all this time. Huh." Enver wasn't sure what to say or make of it, but he'd never thought something like this would happen to them. He didn't know any other vampires that were pregnant.
Keara: “Seen you have these creatures Enver. In the Theatre told me you did they had been,” she was feeling slightly stronger what with having healed her wound and could have easily pushed off from him, instead she found herself drawing him closer, pulling his arms about her. She needed him, even if this was his fault. “Happens does same way in all of nature. Only what created we have unnatural is. When ready it is for the world to greet, rip me open it shall with the intention for upon me to feed. Death almost certain is Enver.” She was quite calm in her explanation as she’d had the time to come to terms with it on the plane and had now been able to vent her frustrations at her husband; with that all done a quiet acceptance of the situation along with a certain amount of fear and sadness had set in.
Enver: He'd never seen any vampire babies in the theatre before. All he had seen and heard about were the fadebeasts. "I put a fadebeast in you?" Enver shouted in surprise. "No. No way. I'd not put a fadebeast in you." He shook his head. "I'd not do that." Enver reaffirmed that thought by saying it again as his arms went around her tighter. "That's not a fadebeast. I'd not do that. I'd never hurt you." He frowned. "I'd never kill you. You know that, yeah?" He looked down at her, searching her face for her thoughts on it. She had to know that he'd never hurt her that bad, or help kill her, right? "That's not a fadebeast. No chance in hell."
Keara: She could hear the surprise in his voice, and craned her neck to look up at him as he seemed to begin rambling in a fashion similar to her own. She’d been unkind in what she’d said, after all, what was done, he couldn’t do alone and she knew it. When he seemed to pause for a moment, she brought his right hand to her lips and tenderly kissed the back of it. “Through me through the wall you did,” she teased, her voice still low but much softer now. “Perhaps out of the hallway we should go?” she urged, avoiding answering his questions to a certain degree. She knew he never intended this to happen but she had warned him that it could. “A fadebeast it is My Love. And certain I am that try it shall for me to kill. Only Nox does know if succeed it shall.”
Enver: He'd forgotten they were in the hallway, truth be told. He was focused so intently on her and everything she said and did when he had thrown her through the wall, that their surroundings escaped him. Mainly because something wasn't right with his wife and that was his first concern, as usual. "Oh. Uh, yeah." Enver nodded his head, released his hold on her so that he could help her to her feet and in his arms. "That's not what it is." He shook his head, certain what he said was true, once she was in his arms. There was no toss over his shoulders, as was customary to the two of them. This carry was more like a bridal one, as if Enver didn't want to hurt her or what he believed was a baby in her. A vampire baby and not a fadebeast. "You'll see." He said as he moved them back to their cell.
Keara: Always her silly boy, she lay her head on his shoulder, wondering how best she could convince him that what she had growing inside her was nothing more than a supernatural parasite intent on devouring her, her husband and any other unsuspecting creature it could get its jaws around; as oddly, while each creature was quite unlike the last, they all seemed to have teeth with which to devour their prey. “No My Love. Right I am in this. Trust me you should. If possible it was for a child with you to conceive, tried I would not have for it from my being to remove. Learned I did long ago that no child into this world I shall bring, accept those of mortal birth and to whom I my blood do give. Capable our kind is not for to reproduced in the traditional fashion. Choose we do our childer, once of age they are. Surely know this you do?” She didn’t struggle in his arms as he carried her back inside. In fact she kind of liked being in his arms, though her head still throbbed a little and she was still drained from everything that had happened since her went away.
Enver: He didn't say anything as she talked for a few reasons. He didn't know who was in the hallway and what they all heard. He waited until they were inside the cell before Enver closed the door with the back of his right heel. "So you know someone who had a fadebeast that came out of them? Personally?" If she did, he would be more apt to believing her, as Keara was the only elder that made any damn sense to him. The only elder that took the time to explain things to him without attitude and what Enver referred to as "The God Complex." He walked over to the bed, peeled his shoes off with the front of his feet and then put her down in the bed. "Otherwise, can't be too sure." He nodded his head as Enver slid in to the bed besides her.
