Yours, mine and ours (CLOSED)

[Keara Aithne]

• • Somewhere in her ranting, somewhere in her actions, Enver had begun to believe her and relief washed through Keara, temporarily calming the anger she felt. It did not help to stabilise the room, but it did at least stop her power from growing any stronger and shaking the place apart. Watching the other version of herself kiss her husband however caused her jealousy to raise its head but rather than launch herself at him or her, she simply averted her eyes. This was not the first time she'd seen another woman on his lips, or man for that matter, but it was the first time since they had agreed that they were dating and the first time in their marriage. Her stomach ached and she closed her eyes as she took a deep and unnecessary breath. Her whole body tensed and her hand gripped the hilt of her dagger so tightly, that she was in danger of cracking the hilt if she couldn't get herself under control. She had to focus on something, anything and that was when she heard the delicate padding of footsteps as the fake version of her was pushed away by Enver.
    
    She looked back to see some distance between her husband and the naked female. Her kiss had not been enough to deceive him and now that they were parted, she moved to place herself between them. She held her dagger towards the female and free hand was slightly behind her body, fingers splayed as if to hold her husband at bay or possibly protect him.
    
    "A word of advice I have for you. Should you ever wish to impersonate another, it would be wise not to perpetrate your lie in front of the one you wish play."
    "Playing I am not," the unknown female growled. "Know I do not who you are but I the real Keara am. He my husband is."
    
    The female pointed to Enver while the one Enver had indicated to be her sire moved to her side and took her hand. She did not flinch at this action, she readily accepted his hand in hers and entwined their fingers as if this gave them strength. The oddest thing was that the male was now clothed and he wasn't wearing anything he could have possibly found in their bedroom. He was dressed in old fashioned garb reminiscent of the sort of thing Ven would have worn back in the late seventeen-hundreds. He still didn't look anything like Ven and yet there was something familiar about the way in which he held himself, he had an almost regal air about him now.
    
    "I cannot believe your lies and I would be remiss if I did not advise you that it would be unwise to claim as much again. I do not know who you are, or what your goal is but you are not welcome in our home. I strongly suggest you leave before my husband and I relieve you of any decision on your part and forcibly eject you from our home."
    
    Keara was either unwilling or unable to attack the vision of herself, but she still kept her place between the intruders and her husband. She was no longer willing to shed the blood of her own if she could help it but her patience were now wearing thin. A new wave of anger took a hold of her when the couple before her refused to disappear on command and the darkness in the room began to deepen once more.
    
    "What kind of sorcery is this?"
    
    The male spoke up for the first time in a long while and his eyes darted around the room as he tried to make sense of what was happening. This was when the fake Keara released her grip on the male's hand, stepped back and seemed to vanish into the darkness. Keara couldn't tell if she was hiding or if she'd actually used this distraction to remove herself from their home. She listened to the darkness about them and while she could hear the furniture rattling, she was unable to pick out the sounds of shuffling footsteps. The number of people gathered in the room had swiftly gone from five to three with the real Keara, Enver and a version of Ven being the only ones that remained.

[Enver Marshall II]

Enver was getting weary. The woman definitely looked like his wife and sounded like her too, but the one he was pretty damn sure was his wife didn't. And she was becoming hostile towards the other vampires. Something his wife rarely was, and an even rare thing to see her threaten someone. In any regard.

A hand went to the bridge of his nose as Enver pinched it and stood there listening to the woman go back and forth. When his eyes opened, he noticed the male was now dressed and all Enver could do was stand there with his jaw agape. What the hell kind of power altered your clothing? Your appearance, sure. And that's when Enver began to realize that the male had altered his appearance. He went from his birthday suit to whatever he was wearing now.

He was just about to talk and tell the other two to get the hell out with a good reminder, when the room darkened and the naked Keara vanished. Enver didn't know if she was gone for good, or if this was some shadow trick, but with her out of the way, the other male got all his attention. "Can't you just port him out already?" Enver growled, irritated at the way their evening was turning out. Why hadn't his wife done that already? If she didn't want him there, he should have been gone already, yeah? "Unless you want him here." Enver's attention turned to his wife completely, giving her a slightly accusatory glare. Just what he was accusing his wife of, he wasn't sure yet. She had seen him naked. And he seemed to have a few tricks up his sleeves. Maybe he was better than Enver. She did have some of those telepath powers and could tell a person's strengths and weaknesses.

"You want him here, don't you?" Enver accused her, this time certain that was why she hadn't gotten rid of the guy. In fact, maybe she got rid of the woman and the fake Keara had nothing at all to do with her mysterious disappearance. Enver's fists clenched together at his sides before he moved around his wife and put a finger in his chest. "Look, bud. She's my wife and I don't give a damn who you are. Ven, not Ven. She's mine." He took a few thin, shallow breaths inwards, the Allurist clearly riling himself up over what was a wild idea running through his head. "If he's not Ven, why's he still here?" He turned deftly to stare at his wife, his dark eyes piercing hers.

[Keara Aithne]

• • Enver was being his usual self. Or perhaps he was being her usual self, as his accusations sounded more like something Keara would accuse him of. The unknown male in the room was still there, still present and yet now that the female had left, she felt more at ease. This didn't stop the anger that had bubbled up inside her though and she still wanted the man gone only she wanted answers too.
    
    "It is not sorcery," she directed her reply first to the man that neither she nor Enver knew. This was probably a mistake in and of itself as her husband could see this as her choosing Ven over him. "It is but a progression of our powers. All powers in this time are more readily available."
    
    Keara was addressing the man as if he were of her age. Whether this was because she was starting to believe that this man was in fact her sire, or because he was now dressed as a gentleman of her time, it was difficult to know. She wasn't aware of any such thought process within her own mind and as she turned to face Enver once more, the appearance of the man behind began to change.
    
    "Enver. My Love. No desire have I for this individual. I do not know who or what he is. The man that you threw through the window yonder was my sire. Though... Now that my temper is beginning to cool, wondering I am why he has yet to return?"
    
    Keara looked towards the door only to see the newly changed Ven. He was now the man she remembered. She was confused and yet still the disturbance in the room continued. Pain it would seem would have to be the remedy as she doubted that her husband had any such desire to kiss her in that moment and the moment she realised this fact, she began to push the blade through the palm of her hand.
    
    "Daria, no!"
    
    The male was clearly horrified by what he saw and rushed to stop his childe from hurting herself further. The greying man, held himself with far more finesse than he previously seemed to possess and very gently cupped Keara's now bleeding hand in one of his own, as he pulled the dagger free with the other.
    
    "What would your father say if he could see you mutilating yourself in such a fashion?" he asked.
    
    It wasn't something she liked to do. Well, actually it was. She rather enjoyed the pain and had only shivered by way of reaction as the blade slid through the tissue of her hand and between the bones.
    
    "My father might not approve my lord, but he would forgive me. The end most definitely justifies the means. Perhaps you are yet to notice, but my act has calmed the growing storm within these walls. I have but two cures for this ill, of which this I believe you would see as the lesser of two evils. I would far rather kiss my husband but he does not appear to be in the mood to reciprocate and without his passion, the kiss would be meaningless. Passion or pain. My body does not seem to discern a difference. And if I cannot have one, I shall have to make do with the other."
    
    Ven stared down at Keara, his brown eyes looking into hers as if he were trying to work out what to say next. He'd never seen her like this. He knew she could be stubborn, obstinate even and that she could take of herself, it was this aspect of her personality that he'd been drawn to, and yet he'd never heard her speak this way to him. She was speaking as if she were not married to him, as if she were speaking to some unwanted suitor and he didn't like it. His brow furrowed and he looked up from her to eye Enver. He still held Keara's injured hand in his own and her dagger in the other as he began to look back and forth between the pair.

In their bed, Keara pulled away from her husband; her hand slipping from his chest as she rolled over. In her mind she wanted to pull away from Ven, she wanted to be Enver's arms and yet in the real world, she was pulling away from the one she wanted most. Ven was little more than a memory these days and she had but one artefact to remember him by, one that she tended to forget she had. It was in her nightstand, at the back of the draw and it was this that she was perhaps subconsciously thinking to obtain as she pulled away from Enver.

[Enver Marshall II]

"He hasn't returned because I'd throw his *** out again." Enver sneered, thinking about the guy he tossed out of their cell, still unaware that there were no windows in their cell, because he had been too worked up about finding what he believed to be his wife, naked with another guy, who could have been her sire. That was Enver; the guy just couldn't move past something once he was sure he was right, even if logic itself defied everything he stood for or against.

Enver just watched everything transpire, not sure what to do anymore, but when the male called Keara by her name; her old name, Enver decided to pipe up again. "Keara. Her name is Keara, you dick." The allurist was livid, fuming that the guy was ignoring everything he had told him and even appeared to disregard the fact that Enver even existed. That Enver was a permanent fixture in Keara's life. That he was her husband now, not that douche.

"He wouldn't say **** because he's dead. No offense intended." Enver looked at his wife, letting her know it wasn't a jab at her or her dad. "Besides, she's a grown *** woman, with her own family." Either the guy was finally listening to Enver, or whatever Keara had said has struck a chord because he was now looking at Enver. And holding his wife's hand. His wife's hand. "Hey, dick. Get your paws off my wife." Enver glared at the male, that only stared at him. He made no inclination that Enver was married to Keara, just that he was there. As if Enver hadn't been there the whole time. As if Enver was a mere blip on his radar. But it wasn't just that. His wife wasn't moving away from the douche. She wasn't telling him not to touch her, even though she didn't like being touched, unless it was by him and family. But even with family, it was short and to the point.

Enver lost what control he had remaining of his emotions and acted. He moved away from the scene, or so it appeared to fish through a small lock box that he had in a drawer. If Ven needed a little motivation getting his grubby paws off his wife, Enver was happy to provide it. He opened the small, metal box, grabbed a small pistol out of it and checked the barrel. 3 bullets would be enough. While Enver was a pacifist, he wasn't a bad shot when he needed to be. "I said get away from my wife." Enver growled as he whipped around and flashed the gun in Ven's direction. "I'll count to three, then I'm sending you back where you came from." This wasn't a typical thing for Enver to say. He preferred other means to solve problems if there were any, but he couldn't see past the idea of losing his wife to the only other male she loved and was married to.

[Keara Aithne]

• • Keara had heard every word from Enver's lips and it did not surprise her that her husband would say such things. She did not chastise him for the way he spoke to her sire. Nor did she get upset with him when he matter of factly told Ven that her father was dead and therefore incapable of weighing in on the situation. What struck her most from what he said, was the fact that he did not comment on her actions. Her words. Everything he said and did was aimed at Ven. A man who, while perfectly capable of defending himself, as yet had done nothing wrong.
    
    "Now My Love," Keara said stepping between Enver and his intended target. "There is no need to resort to violence. We are among friends. Ven poses no threat to you or I."
    
    She held her hands out in front of her, the wound she sustained now fully evident. The knife she left in the hands of her sire, soon appearing in her right hand. As it appeared she lowered it. She had no intention of hurting Enver and wasn't entirely sure what instinct had called the blade to her. Either she did not wish her sire to be armed, or she did not wish for him to keep a hold of something Enver knew to be precious to her. Regardless, it was now where it belonged and she had to attempt to diffuse the situation.
    
    "Enver. Please. Conflict between us three there need not be. Ven has missed much during his time in that accursed place. He requires our help. Our understanding."
    
    Keara would have to be blind to not understand the depths of her husband's feelings, and so knew that she had to say more than she could in front of her sire. It wasn't that she didn't wish to upset him, it was that she didn't want to potentially embarrass Enver. She knew he could be prideful and so when she next spoke, she spoke directly into his mind.
    
    'You need not fear his return My Enver. I am yours, as you are mine. Now until forever. Nothing between us shall change. This I can promise you. I love you. Only you.'
    
    Ven shifted his position as Keara spoke, unseen by her but likely not by Enver. He moved so that should Enver wish to take a shot at him, he could do so, without Keara being caught in the middle. What was unclear in this though, was his actions. Was he doing this to prove that he did not need his childe to protect him? Or was he proving that he loved her still and was prepared to die for her all over again? Or was it, rather, a way for him to let Enver cross a line he believed he could not come back from? If Enver shot and killed Ven, there was a chance that Keara would turn on him. That she would then feel more for her mortally wounded sire, then for her emotionally wounded and insecure husband. It was a chance both men would have to take; Ven in his moving, Enver if he took the shot.

[Enver Marshall II]

• Enver scoffed at the absurdity behind his wife's words. He was not, nor would ever be a friend of Ven's. And once the guy sorted out that he was Keara's husband, and not the guy who waltzed right back in to her life; Enver was damn sure the guy would share the same sentiments. His wife was being ludicrous and Enver's displeased characteristics drawn out on his face showed it too.
  
  "Understanding? Help?" Enver sneered at the guy, even though he was replying to everything she said. "There's nothing to understand and he doesn't need any damn help. If he can't get it through his thick skull that you're mine, then that's his problem. You two aren't married anymore." Enver nodded his head in the direction of his wife, then over at Ven. "You're too late, buddy." Enver stated as Ven moved away from his wife and opened himself up for an attack from Enver.
  
  The words his wife thought in his head made him conflicted. He knew what she was thinking was true, but at the same time, here he was. Her sire. Her first husband. The man she held in a high regard, maybe even higher than him at times. Sires were seen that way back in her early nights as a vampire. Sires now? Anyone could make a vampire in his eyes. So few were key figure in the lives of those they created and the ones created by those. As much as he loved River, Enver knew this to be too close to the truth.
  
  "I don't know why you're defending him." Enver's attention turned to his wife. She was always doing that with certain people. "River?" He asked as he tossed the gun to the bed. After how much he put up with the issues between River and her, being the middle man, she was defending him and expecting Enver to just go along with whatever she said. Hypocrisy was suddenly the word of the month when describing his wife. Do as I say, but not as I do in some aspects. "Forget it. Explain whatever you have to and want to. I'm going out for a smoke. Maybe even a beer."
  
  The fact that Enver felt the need to leave his own home said enough. Even more so, the fact he was going for a cigarette, something that was a rarity these nights should have said even more. The beer comment should have had Keara on high alert. Enver had been sober the better part of a year now and it wasn't as if booze in any form was his friend. When Enver moved past Ven, his shoulder crashed against the other male's, letting him know that this wasn't settled between the two of them.

His sleeping figure turned from his wife, so that their backs now faced the other as the dream sequence continued on; his displeasure apparent in the way his body positioned itself in a defensive state. Enver grumbled a few words under his breath while he slept as a hand came up and under a pillow and practically suffocated the life out of it, had it any.

[Keara Aithne]

Keara began to fidget in her sleep as the dream went from bad to worse. If there was anything she feared more than anything in the world it was losing her husband and when he became despondent in the dream, she instinctively turned to face him once more; only now he had his back to her. She moved closer, one arm looping around his muscular frame before she moved herself in closer. As the dream continued, she clung tightly to him, unwilling to let him pull away from her, even as they slept.

• • This was a choice Keara was not prepared for. A small part of her wondered why Enver had brought up his sire as she wasn’t at all relevant in this instance. Whatever happened between her and River had happened quite some time ago and she refused to think of the female unless it was absolutely necessary. The only thought, the only argument she had to counter the utterance of her name was that she had never made Enver choose between them. At least not in so many words. Now here he was, walking out on her. On them, for a situation she had not had the foresight to anticipate.
    
    “Oh no.”
    
    Keara immediately moved to block Enver’s path, something she had done countless times in the past. He would not be allowed to leave her, not like that, not angry as he was. As much as she was torn between two of the most important men in her life, it took mere moments for her to make her choice.
    
    “I will not allow you to leave me Enver. Not now. Not like this.”
    
    Keara stood between him and the exit and cast her eyes over his shoulder to her sire. There was so much that she needed to say to him, so much that she wanted to ask and yet now was not the time. Had the three of them met in any other part of the home, the situation would have likely been the same. As much as it pained her to admit, it was likely that she would never be able to have these two men in the same place at the same time. She would have to deal with Ven alone.
    
    “I’m sorry.”
    
    Her words were little more than a whisper, as it broke her heart to have to say them. Ven would come to understand in time; at least she hoped he would. She wanted him home, wanted him safe and now that he was both and she had seen this for herself, the part of her that had longed for these things had been sated. As much as she wanted to revel in his return, she was unable to do.
    
    “I will find you. This I vow. But right now I must be here for him.”
    
    It was possible at this point that Enver thought she was talking to him. He may have even expected her to step aside and allow him to leave but the words had been meant for Ven. As important as her sire was to her, as deep as their bond was, Enver was and always would be her first choice. She closed her eyes, ashamed to even look at him as she sent him across the city. Her Lord was home but the reception he had received was nothing like any of them could have anticipated.
    
    “You promised never to leave me and I will hold you to that promise now.”
    
    Keara wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and pulled herself up onto the tips of her toes so that she could kiss his lips. The wound in her hand was quite forgotten, and the dagger discarded as she held him in her embrace. She knew she’d likely have to calm the storm that raged inside of him, for Enver had a habit of taking things inwards and trying to the lock them away from her. If she had to she would fight with him, as was there way at times, but she hoped, that with her sire gone, that that might not be necessary.

[Enver Marshall II]

The male's body tensed when his wife wrapped herself around him, even if Enver wasn't actually aware of it. It was a natural reaction with the guy, when he found himself in a situation that he didn't like. It wasn't long after that, that his teeth began to grind together in his sleep, replacing his usual jaw tensing when he was awake.

• His hand was almost on the doorknob when she stepped in front of him. Dark eyes pierced her own set as she began to talk. The male scoffed before a hand went to the bridge of his nose. His head shook slowly. Didn't she know how crazy she made him? Granted it was on a few levels, but he'd never leave her, leave her. Enver never thought himself to be the romantic sorts, but life without his wife honestly wouldn't be the same. Through their ups and downs, he only became a better person. A better man. "I'm not leaving you." He growled at her before trying to move around. "Just going out for a smoke. Giving you and him, space." The word him was said harshly, maybe a little too harshly.
  
  For whatever reason, Enver couldn't be around the guy and making things worse because of his jealous streak wasn't something he wanted to do. Yet, he couldn't help it. The urge to toss the guy on his *** and hire as many people as he needed to keep him out by whatever means wasn't something Enver was against. He'd spend millions to let the man get the message loud and clear. Ven would never be welcomed in his house. Metaphorically speaking as it was his wife's. Technically.
  
  Then his wife apologized and he waited. He assumed that she was apologizing to him. Enver nodded his head, his jaw clenching together as he waited. He was trying to understand. He knew what Ven meant to his wife. How diligent she was to the guy. But when she said she would find him, Enver lost it. The very idea of her picking Ven over him was exactly what Enver feared would happen and it was coming true. He couldn't stop it, or could he? He moved back to the bed, grabbed the gun hastily and shot it in the room. There wasn't any real aim besides the general direction of where Ven was, because Enver knew his wife wasn't anywhere near the guy. Anything in the room could be replaced if the bullet failed to hit Ven. But before the bullet left the chamber, Ven vanished and Enver was left standing there wondering what had happened.
  
  Her words drew him in; they always did, even if he didn't like or agree with what she was saying. His hand with the gun dropped to his side as Enver sighed. "I'm NOT leaving you." He assured her. "But I don't have to be in the same room with that dick." Enver turned to face her, the gun still in his hand as her arms came around his neck. His empty hand came around her back and rested on the lower part of it as he waited for his wife to process that he almost shot her sire. That he didn't even hesitate the second time around.

[Keara Aithne]

• • "Oh Enver."
    
    There was a slight note of disappointment in her voice as she spoke. Enver wasn't one to take up arms, and so the fact that he'd not only threatened but then shot his weapon meant that he was mad. Thankfully Ven was clear of the area before the bullet could hit him. The projectile missed its intended target and ended up buried in the wall.
    
    "I was sending him away My Love. There was no need to try and shoot him."
    
    She gently stroked his face and looked up into his dark eyes, the eyes she lost herself in on a daily basis. There were so many emotions Keara should have felt in that moment but didn't. She should have been furious with him for taking a shot at Ven for one. She didn't agree with vampire on vampire violence, at least not the kind that could send one to the shadow realm and she had no idea how strong her sire was or when he actually returned. It was therefore possible that a well-placed shot could have sent him back there. She should have been annoyed that he didn't trust her with Ven either, and that no matter how things were between her and River, she'd never once raised a weapon to her. Enver had clearly not thought his actions through and as it was they would now have to redecorate their cell once more. Though it would have been unfair of her to be angry at him for this reason, as they fought and broke things in there so often that there was almost always something in need of fixing. Even when they weren't fighting, things seemed to get broken when those two fell into each other's arms.
    
    "You do plan on staying now. Yes? You do not plan on leaving me as you were before?" She sounded worried as her fingertips began to work their way through his hair and delicately danced across his scalp. "Why did you feel the need to do that My Love? Did you think that he would not leave, even if I asked him too? Did you not trust me to expel him from our home?"

[Enver Marshall II]

• He could hear it. The tone and all he could do was hang his head a little. He had been so consumed with a fleet of emotions that Enver had done something he was against entirely, unless met with a solid, damn good reason. Ven's return? Probably not a good reason. The gun seemed heavier in his hand as his wife talked to him and the feeling of guilt replaced everything that had once been there.
  
  He took a deep breath in, then let it out before shaking his head, yes. "I'm not leaving." He said again, this time a a mutter. As she kept talking, Enver started to feel like a real heel. He trusted his wife to do the right thing, or as close to the right thing as Enver thought was right. "I trust you. I don't trust him. Not after I explained to him a good handful of times that you're mine." He felt his temper starting to flair again, and she would probably note it in the heavy emphasis of the word, 'mine.'
  
  "But he started talking about things. Things you shared together. And I-I-I don't know. I couldn't help it. I just wanted him gone. Temporarily. Forever. I don't know, but I don't want him anywhere near you." His shoulders slumped forwards a little as his head shook. "I know it's crazy and I know you'd never leave me-but he doesn't know that." The hand with the gun came around her so that he could hug her after he sighed. "I trust you. I don't trust him."

At about the time Enver took his wife in both his arms, the male had rolled over to face his sleeping wife. A hand draped around her as they slept, his body language not as guarded with her-even if she were sleeping and this was nothing more than a dream.