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| Topic Started: Mar 6 2009, 01:42 PM (64 Views) | |
| Robert James Delacroix | Mar 6 2009, 01:42 PM Post #1 |
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The house was empty, he'd made sure of that, sent home all the maids, the cook and the rest of the hired help that kept the house in order while Robbie and Bree were busy at work. Both of them had demanding Jobs, Robbie was on call 24/7 and Bree... well Bree disappeared for days at a time when called on a hit atleast thats what he'd always thought now, now he wasn't so sure. Robbie was confused that was for sure he didn't want to believe his wife was a freak but it explained so much and the evidence was so..soo conclusive but then it was perfectly logical that she'd been waiting for the beast inside but that did not explain why she was naked and dirty a..and of course she worked during the full moon when else would she hunt the monsters? It didn't make sense, it was so confusing and not right... but he was sure there were answers and reasons he just couldn't think of that and that Bree would explain and he'd just been paranoid, the video was wrong, the notes and all it was stupid and wrong. He had to do it though, he didn't want to do it this way but he had too he needed answers he couldn't deal with the head games anymore he wanted Bree to tell him that she was pregnant and that they would push the wedding date forward and it would be good and sweet and they would be a family. It wasn't true there was a baby, the test said so he'd found the proof and Bree just was waiting for the right time... Robbie had read that there was a certain time in pregnancies where miscarriage was more likely and he knew Bree's job was rough, that was probably the reason she wanted to wait until after that period so she wouldn't get his hopes up. He nodded his head feircly, yeah that was it. He took another vodka shot, he hated vodka it was harsh but the horrible taste drowned out the already bitter taste in his mouth, and the fear that maybe it was all a lie and something was wrong with Bree he didn't know what he would do if something that horrible at taken over her, he'd get the monster out he d woulhelp her. Another shot down and he reached for the wine bottle on the table, openning it he poured himself a glass and pulled out a tiny vile from his pocket. He didn't want to do it but tonight was for answers, if she was human she'd drift off to sleep and it'd all be good but if she wasn't that it'd dull the beast inside so he could save her. He didn't want to drug his fiance, the love of his life but the vague memories of the weekend pointed to foul play and the damn letters and videos didn't help. Pouring the contense into the bottle he swirled it gently watching as the powder disolved all the while praying that he was wrong that he had been played. Swallowing another mouthful of vodka he shuddered as it went down and put the vodka bottle away and hid the shot glass and sat, the wine bottle still on the table. He put the lights on and waited, Bree would be home soon and everything would be revealed, the truth and lies and Robbie would find out who his fiance really was. Oh Please God, he thought as he sat down. Let me be wrong. |
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| Brianna Knight | Mar 6 2009, 08:35 PM Post #2 |
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Bree hated this feeling... that cold chill that ran down one’s spine as though someone had stepped on their not-yet-existent grave. There was something on the air that gave her a foreboding feeling, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it could possibly be, so she attempted to shove the feeling aside for the moment. Though, that didn’t mean she let her guard down for the entire time it took to head home and begin making her way up the driveway. Driving her car through the gates, she was still aware even with the high security around their home – why did she have the feeling that there was something wrong? Perhaps it was the latest job she’d been offered, a hit on a werewolf in Switzerland... a hit that she’d actually turned down because she still remembered being forced to shift by Jason Young. The memories she had of that were mostly blurred by the pain that had been caused when her beast had been literally ripped from her skin – and it wasn’t something she particularly wanted to repeat. But perhaps she was being paranoid that soon people were going to notice that she’d changed; it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the charade and soon she’d have to think of a way out. Before things became very ugly. It was with those thoughts that the woman pulled into the garage of her home and after locking the car, stepped through the door connecting to the house, her nose already picking out Robbie’s scent and she wondered how long he’d been home since he often worked a few later hours at Central. “I’m home, love!” The woman called out cheerfully, not wanting to let on that there was anything wrong – the same as always. She’d grown used to pretending so much that it was second nature now. Walking through the house, she came to the living room where Robbie was sitting back with a bottle of wine opened and a glass poured for himself and resting in his hand, “Hello love, how was the office today?” Bree smiled as she walked around and sat down on the couch next to him – almost flopping down as though tired – before she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, though she almost paused as she felt the tension in him, “You don’t look so well, did you have a rough day?” Genuinely concerned, Bree tilted her head slightly before smiling, “Let me pour myself one and then we can snuggle here and you can tell me all about it, alright?” Patting Robbie’s leg, she then leaned forward to pick up the bottle and pour some wine into the empty glass resting on the table, obviously left there for her to do so. Once it was almost full, she picked it up and relaxed back on the couch, taking a small sip before returning her hand to her fiancé’s leg, “So you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t say nothing. I know you Robert Delacroix.” |
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