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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 4:07:28 GMT -5
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Lancelot looked to Michelle and back to the road, she asked him if he lost control over himself or did he mean to do it. He told her before he has never lost control nor never will he, but the taste of blood made him wanted her more. "I didn't lose control... Nor did I mean to bite you, we were about to have sex, of course am I going to bite your neck to get you turned on. I guess I wanted it to rough..."
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 4:23:06 GMT -5
Lancelot kept his eyes on the road and told Michelle that he didn't lose control,
"So it was all an accident? All the pain and everything I went through was an accident?"
There was an obvious sense of anger in her voice...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 4:30:36 GMT -5
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Lancelot could hear the anger in her voice and he deserved to be yelled at. But saying that all she went through was an accident. Which was kind of true. But looking at it, it might not have been. "I didn't mean for it to happen, because of my stupid mistake all this happened!! Actions have consequences and I don't recall me biting your head off when you tried to suck my blood that one day!!!"
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 4:41:02 GMT -5
Michelle was a little taken back when Lancelot replied in equal anger. She blinked a few times, shocked by how he was acting she didn't know him like this and it scared her a little. She wasn't unfair and the reference he made about her having wanted his blood was completely out of place. Her face betrayed the hurt she now felt and she spoke with venom in her words,
"I never caused you a sliver of the pain I went through, the pain that still haunts me and will keep haunting me for the rest of my now!!"
She could feel her heart starting to beat faster and in reaction the venom no doubt spread fast through her. She clenched her fists and forcefully closed her eyes in pain. Her eyes were blurry and she couldn't see. His words hurt her more than she was letting on and she curled into the corner of the car, drawing her legs up close to her and burying her face in her hands. Heart wrenching sobs shook her shoulders and when she looked at him her eyes were red and puffy. Guilt ate at her. She knew what he had said was true though. For the entire time she'd known him she'd only caused him massive amounts of pain. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and spoke in a pained expression,
"I'm so sorry for causing you so much pain, Lance. I see now that I have made your life hell from the moment I walked into it."
She turned away from him just as he stopped at a red light. She couldn't bare to look at him much longer. Her heart was literally breaking...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 5:14:59 GMT -5
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Lancelot listened as Michelle went off on him, she started to cry and that broke his heart, she apologized for all the pain she caused him. And she turned away from just as he stopped at the red light. There was nobody behind him that moment and he reached over to Michelle and took her chin in his hands, he turned her head toward him and said. "It was never your fault... Forgive me, please." He could see Michelle smile and she whispered softly that she forgives him.
When suddenly a car crashed into them from behind at a high speed, sending them into the middle of the crossing, Lancelot tried to start the car but it didn't budge, he then looked over to Michelle who looked at him with fear and from behind her came a truck, all went silent. His head, his heart, the sounds around him. He could hear nothing. Michelle's sweet smile flashed a few times through his head. He stared in horror at the on coming truck and Michelle never turned around.
Lancelot woke up finding himself lying on the road, half on it and half on the shoulder. His body hurt and he looked around him not registering what was happened. He blinked a few times and focused. The car was upside down and Michelle was under it and half inside the car, her head bled heavily. Lancelot's heart broke... Expecting the worst... His dream came true. He stood up, his arm dangling, he broke one of his collar bones. His head also bled and he walked as fast as he could to Michelle, loud sobs and tears rushing down his cheeks and echoing around him. He sank down on his knees and pulled Michelle out from under the car. Her head was limp, he searched for a pulse and found one. He held her close and then he lay down, darkness over taking him from shock and blood loss... Sirens sounded around him and he saw people running toward him, his eyes closed. His heart beat a few times more and stopped...
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 6:19:34 GMT -5
 Forgiveness set Michelle free, finally, and she smiled at Lance, a true smile as all the anger evaporated from her system. She was just about to speak when a car smashed into the Audi from behind. Her head whip-lashed but when she looked up nothing bad had happened. Her neck hurt a little and glass was shattered all around them but when she looked at Lance he seemed to be frozen. She reached for him, saying his name softly, "Lance..." He didn't respond, "Lancelot?"  Everything seemed to slow down to horrifying mili-seconds. A loud crash burst into her consciousness and moments later there was nothing. A truck crashed violently into the Audi, honking in unheeded warning. Glass and shards of metal flew everywhere and then darkness... Michelle watched the scene from somewhere above her body, a surreal feeling. Her body was battered and blood oozed from her head. Her belly was cut open and bleeding badly. Her body was unconscious and as she looked down on herself she fought the powerless feeling that overwhelmed her. Sirens came screaming from the distance and time seemed irrelevant as Lancelot held Michelle's limp body in his arms. Ambulance tires screeched to a halt as the paramedics rushed to Michelle and Lancelot. Following emergency procedures the had both loaded in under three minutes. The paramedics looked shocked but did all they could. Michelle had a pulse for now so they worked on getting Lancelot's heart to beat...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 9:23:44 GMT -5
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Lancelot watched as the ambulance came closer and the paramedics took him and Michelle. He suddenly grabbed his chest in pain from a shock that blew through his chest. A flash and then he lay there on the gurney that was in the ambulance, he heard the guys talking
his eyes closed he took in a deep breath and heard the one paramedic say, thank you saint Jude.
His opened his eyes slowly. Feeling confused and disorientated.
the paramedic started to talk to him and a little confused of what was happening. Lancelot wanted to know what was going on behind the paramedic.
he saw a hand dangling from another gurney and it registered as Michelle's arm.
she didn't react to him calling her and he was confused why. He tried to get up to go over to Michelle but the paramedic pushed him down.
he started to freak out when he saw her all white and her hand was cold.
he pushed the paramedic away and started to cry. Full loud sobs, tears rushing. His broken arm protested against his movement and he cringed and cried louder.
the paramedic then injected a sedation fluid into his IV and Lancelot couldn't stay awake any longer. He drifted to sleep...
He was back at home Michelle still in his arms, he smiled at her. She gave him a confused look and smiled at him. "Was that a dream?"
Michelle started to kiss him passionately....
Reality ripped him back to the world and he woke with a shock, machine's beeping and his arms bandaged and casted against his chest. He looked around the room and he wasn't alone,
his father sat in the chair across the room fast asleep. Lance wasn't in the mood to talk to him and was glad he was asleep. He didn't see Michelle though and he calmed his mind by telling himself she was in another room. He groaned softly and his father moved a little and woke up. Lancelot didn't know what to do... he wanted to sit up, his father came closer and Lancelot couldn't hold his hatred any longer and his good arm reached out to him like a little boy and his father bent down and hugged him.
"DAD!! You came..." Lance started to cry all over again, he didn't start to think his dad would ever come for him, never mind cared so much.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 9:39:41 GMT -5
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Pierre was enjoying a beer with a friend when the call came through. His eyes grew bigger a sudden sense of protection over his child flushed over him. The person on the phone hung up and Pierre lowered the phone slowly, his friend asked him what was wrong. "Lancelot, he was in a car crash..." "since when do you care about the kid? He is so pathetic anyway..." his friend started to laugh and Pierre grabbed the guy by his shirt collar and said. "Since the day he was born... And don't you EVER talk about my son that way... EVER YOU GOT THAT?!"
[/b] The guy swallowed hard and threw his hands up into the air, Pierre reached his hand into the guy's pocket and took his keys without him noticing, before they could fight Pierre flew out of the bar. He jumped into the guy's car and drove off. He saw the guy in his rear view mirror, protesting. Pierre made his way to the emergency room and asked the nurses where Lancelot was, they pointed his room out and Pierre rushed in. Lancelot looked bad.Arm broken, cuts over his face, a long cut down his leg and a deep one, also bandaged and casted. Pierre sat down on the chair provided, a private room. Hours went by and Pierre fell asleep... He woke when he heard Lancelot groan, he stood up and wanted to help his child sit up, but he hesitated. Lancelot suddenly reached out with his good arm and Pierre stepped in and bent down and hugged him. "Of course I came... You're my only son. I can't bear to lose you... I love you very much Lancelot. Don't you forget it." Pierre felt his shoulder getting wet and he too started to cry he pushed Lance away and wiped the hair from his face, he started to laugh.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 10:23:43 GMT -5
As if gravity suddenly remembered about her, Michelle fell back to her body. She no longer had a birds-eye view of the entire situation and she could only see through her barely opened eyes. Pain was everywhere but for the moment adrenaline hid the worst of it. She struggled t see as blood pooled into her eyes and she blinked it away, causing droplets of blood to flow down her cheeks. She couldn't feel her legs. In fact she couldn't feel any of her extremities. Her vision cleared up for a second and she could see she was in an ambulance. Paramedics were hovering over her but her vision soon faded to blackness again. Michelle could literally feel how in touch she was with her heart. She felt every beat, every struggle. She could also feel the pain of her punctured lungs, her broken ribs, her bleeding head and countless other injuries that all pooled together into a massive pot of agony. At the edge of her mind she could hear a beeping sounds and she imagined hearing Lance's voice but the pain was too much and her body could no longer take it. She thought she heard a long beep and then it was all over. The heat drained from her body and the paramedics went into overdrive...
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 11:32:58 GMT -5
Damon groaned as his cellphone started to ring insistently. He turned and reached for the phone but knocked it from the stand. He cursed under his breath and squinted, hating the amount of light that burned into his eyes. His phone kept buzzing and when he reached for it again he fell out of bed, landing with a thump that jolted his sleep away instantly,
"Fuck..."
He finally got the cellphone in his hands and flicked it open, angry already and the day had barely started. He greeted with a gruff voice filled with anger but it soon turned to shock as he heard what the nurse said. Michelle had been in a car accident and he should come immediately. They refused to tell him in what condition she was. He threw the phone to the ground and got up, slipping into his jeans and a black shirt, grabbed his car keys and got into the Audi R8. The tires screamed as they hit the tarmac. Within minutes he was at the hospital, bursting through the doors. The woman looked perplexed when he asked for Michelle,
"It's really not that hard!! Where the fuck is Michelle's room!?"
He demanded and the nurse flinched as he hit the counter with a clenched fist. A doctor appeared and spoke in a hushed tone,
"I take it you are Michelle's brother. Look there's no easy way to say this... She was in a grave accident... Her wounds were too severe. I'm afraid she didn't make it."
Damon froze. His legs felt like lead and his eyes seemed to zone out. Not a single trace of emotion showed and he asked in a feral voice,
"Where is she?"
The doctor pointedly blocked his way and Damon looked down at him with daggers in his eyes. He looked like someone ready to commit murder and the doctor tried to explain,
"She's in autopsy. We do need you to confirm it's her..."
Damon said nothing more and followed the doctor. They came to double doors that read autopsy. By now Damon was only reacting out of sheer will. He felt strangely disconnected from this earth. On a table he could see the curves of a body underneath a white sheet. Her belly was strangely pronounced and the doctor lifted the sheet. Damon reacted immediately. It was definitely Michelle. A sharp intake of breath and he turned his head away from her. A single tear slipped from his eyes and he looked back at her. He tenderly brushed her hair from her face,
"Oh Michelle…"
He turned back to the doctor, not able to turn his eyes away from her stomach,
"Was she… pregnant?"
The doctor only nodded, he’d seen enough to believe that Damon had identified her. He covered her face back up and Damon staggered back a few steps. It didn’t take long for heart wrenching anger to take the sorrow’s place. Revenge was fresh in his mind and his eyes glazed over with it.
"Who was with her?"
The doctor had filled him in on the crash and the doctor spoke his name; Lancelot. That was it and now Damon lost it. His fists were clenched and he stormed out the room. It didn’t take him long to Find Lancelot’s room and sure enough there he was, all healthy and alive. Anger boiled like poison through his veins and he burst through the door, veins bulging as he screamed at Lancelot.
"I’m gonna fucking kill you!!! She’s dead! Do you know that?! She’s dead and it’s all because of you!!! You killed Michelle!!!!"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 11:51:08 GMT -5
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Lancelot was having a simple conversation with his father when suddenly Damon came storming into his room, Lance was happy to see him, maybe he knew where Michelle was. Damon then screamed at Lancelot that she's dead and that he killed her. Lancelot tried to protest but his throat hurt and all he could do was say. "She's dead?......." He ignored Damon and looked at the window seeing people far away walking and rain drops were playing against the window, mourning his loss of two with him... His child... His little girl, also dead and maybe it was his fault if he didn't ask her to go on a drive they wouldn't have ended like this. Lancelot couldn't help but feel anger inside of him, hatred toward himself.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 11:57:35 GMT -5
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Pierre was talking with his son about topics that didn't include Michelle nor the crash. Suddenly a wild man appeared into his room, angry at Lancelot. Pierre stepped in front of him and pushed Damon back. Nobody is going to harm Lancelot while Pierre was there. He has been through enough for the day. The guy accused Lancelot of killing Michelle, Pierre looked back at Lancelot saw he said something and he looked away. Pierre turned his attention back to the crazy guy.
"Calm down, Son. I think you need to take a step outside and just relax. Please..." Pierre said that in a surprisingly gentle tone and held an arm to the guy's chest still pushing him back.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 12:19:34 GMT -5
The doctor saw the trouble coming and called security just as Damon burst through the door to Lancelot's room. They were there in under a minute.
Damon's eyes teared up but his anger was stronger than his agony. His heart literally ached and Lancelot only muttered something under his breath then looked out the window. Another guy stood up, probably Lancelot's father of something and blocked Damon. He heard nothing the older guys said. In fact he was angry enough to rip this guys a new asshole and he took a fighting stance when security burst through the door and forcefully detained Damon,
"Sir you need to leave now."
Damon struggled against them and the dragged him from the room. Once in the hallway Damon got free and landed a fierce punch in one's face, sending him tumbling to the hallway wall, hitting it with a spectacular thump. Damon turned on the other security guard and as he lunged at him Damon reacted without much effort, grabbing his outstretched arm and puling him forward off balance. He tumbled easily with his own momentum and Damon did a roundhouse kick, sending him into the wall as well. He was breathing raggedly, pumped with adrenaline and hate and sorrow all at the same time when he heard a gun click somewhere close to his head. It was another security officer,
"Sir you need to leave right now."
He said forcefully, gaining strength from the gun in his hands. Damon felt for his gun but remembered he'd left it back home and growled and spoke,
"Fine I'm leaving!"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 12:34:22 GMT -5
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Lancelot's heart was heavy with sorrow, he didn't know what to do and his heart broke in two. He could feel his chest ache. He grabbed hold of his chest just to make sure his heart was still in tact, he then closed his eyes when he felt his heartbeat. He didn't want it to... He wanted to give his heart to Michelle and let her live. So that he may die in peace away from this angry atmosphere. it felt like everybody hated Lancelot, everything was opposite. His own dad loved him and his future not anymore brother in law hated him more than anything. Michelle's words she said the last time she was in the hospital rang through his ears, she hated him and that he could burn in hell... he then thought that
that was the only option at the time. His eyes filled with tears and he lifted his good arm and wiped them away. The commotion around him was dead silent to him. He just stared out the window as the rain fell. He then felt something on his chest as he ran a hand over it. He lifted his gown and it revealed two rectangular marks on his chest, when he touched it he felt the electricity surge through his body again, he cringed a bit and kept his hand on the wound.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 12:52:11 GMT -5
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Pierre felt a sense of pleasure when the guards took the guy away. Guessing he might be a good friend of Michelle or her brother, because her boyfriend will he not be. That's Lancelot's job. He heard some commotion and popped his head out of the room to see the guy lashing his anger at the two guards and then one of them held a gun to his head, Pierre was intrigued at how the guy wanted to protest but he left.Pierre went back into the room and saw that Lancelot was really hurt and he sat down beside him.
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[/b][/color][/center] Pierre helped Lancelot around the house, Lancelot still struggled to walk a bit and his arm hasn't quite healed yet. Today was the memorial service of Michelle and Lance and Pierre was going to attend it. Pierre heard some screams coming from Lancelot's room but he left him alone, he knew Lancelot was still struggling with himself and that his dreams might haunt him. the screams died down and a few moments later Lancelot appeared, Pierre greeted him with a nod and as Lancelot sat down he poured him a cup of coffee, Lancelot looked better but he still looked awful. Pierre placed the cup in front of Lancelot but Lancelot just stared at it. Lancelot suddenly flew up, picked the cup up and threw it at the opposite wall, it shattered and coffee streamed down the wall. Lancelot then bashed his fists at the table and started to cry, heavy sobs of sadness and forlorn. Tears were streaming down his face, he sank down to the floor and just sat there. Pierre stood by just watching Lancelot. "It might be best if we get ready to leave... We don't want to be late."[/blockquote][/size] |
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