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Drama, stress, and more stress!; Rp #2 Monica VS Zack
Topic Started: Oct 29 2007, 02:39 AM (16 Views)
Monica Blaze
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~Thought~
::Action/Thought::
Special thanks to Jer for help with and usage of De Luca
Enjoy.



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Early Morning Visit..
REALLY Early…
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~So, DeLuca wanted to bring me here, for what I can only guess was for Liam’s behalf? We were going to see about that. For one, Liam could not under any circumstance be near my children or me for that matter. It was too dangerous for more than one person, more than my family. The fact that my soul mate would kill my children to preserve his own ideals, and use me to his advantage if he knew the truth about who and what I was, hurt me, more than any words could describe.

But I have had a long time to think about it. I knew leaving Liam would hurt him, it would cause him to become more dark, more of a recluse, only because I know something he doesn’t. I happen to know a prophecy which brought us together in the first place. And as I’m on my way to DeLuca to fry his ass, I can’t help but think of what the scrolls said to make me come to him, and which led to me falling in love with a man who’s love I should never gain, at least not unless I want a possible end to all I hold dear.

I wonder if he felt it. The connection… the craving for one another’s blood… I wanted to taste him so badly so many times, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t allow myself to seem anything but human. And I know he wanted to drink from me. But I couldn’t allow it. If he had he would have been bound. In more then one way, and I don’t wish that, I don’t need to grow stronger, and if he does…with his destiny… no… no matter how much I would like to tell him that I was not just another woman to forget, I still can’t…Hell apparently he hasn’t forgotten, anyway. He has to know something, feel something. Liam… dear Lord in heaven what if he knows about what our blood exchange could do? I’m not what he is, but … I’m what he craves. He shuns his humanity, and I needed it in order to have a child…

I suppose I need to start at the beginning. I remember like it was yesterday. My breed you see comes into puberty quite young, and I’m not as young as I look, even if I do act it…mentally I am the age I look, when I’m not forced to grow up…but the point is, a human mate would produce a child that would not survive or possibly the father would not even survive intercourse. A demon would cause the child to be too uncontrollable. It would turn out fine, somewhat in the middle, or just plain evil. They could be deformed and so on. But Liam, he is half and half, he is also from the needed blood pool. Only thing is he … well… ah this is too much. I fell in love with a man I only wanted to use, and apparently he still wants me. I never told him what I was but I know he could sense it. I know he felt it.

I know he loved me in his own way. I’m sure of it. Damn it why must I admit it to myself? Why do I torture myself? Oh I know because I want to be with a man who if he knew what I was would A. Kill me, or try, or B. He would use me to his advantage. He would hate me maybe? Oh F*ck I can’t keep doing this. I ran from him and he found me, If my need to hurt, my need to be in the spotlight hadn’t overpowered my good sense I wouldn’t be in this place. I wouldn’t be going to DeLuca’s residence in the middle of the night. I wouldn’t be actually afraid… I’m not afraid of Zack Riley, I not afraid of being the first woman against a man, but I was afraid of Liam. In the ring I think it would be a different story, but this man was someone who got what he wanted. He apparently wanted me.

Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps he was angry and wanted to teach me a lesson. But I know better then to trick myself fully into believing that. Before I left I was already addicted to being near him, the power which radiated off of his body, the very essence of the vampire. That is the curse between our races, we are abnormally attracted to one another but the consequences for being together are so great. Our children carry on my genes more so, and then that’s never a good thing in any point of view in the supernatural world. My mother is what I am, my father…like Liam… And my mum would have been the last if I hadn’t found Liam. While he is strong my bloodline surpasses his own and makes a pure blood… but with benefits of the vampire. Liam always said if he could create children, then they would be too risky to let live. Little did he know that I was well aware that I could not only conceive a child with him but bare it without my own death.

I don’t care what I have to do, I don’t care if I have to destroy Zack and the whole roster to get out of the contract I will. I will be out of here before he finds the twins, and before he even decides that he is going to punish me or find some way to make me stay. Make me stay to feed off an energy he doesn’t know exists. I wonder what he thinks I am Human? Ha. I wish it was so simple. ~


:: Monica’s mind was in tangles as she pulled up to the DeLuca residence which was a hotel for now. Since the show wasn’t near his home. Lucky for Monica he was in town early. Getting up to the best room in the 5 star motel was no problem. There was no lack of funds if she got caught but it was easier then one might think for her to get into the room. A little bribe at the front desk, and innocent lie…that she was there for business.. and she led on of course it was of the night life sort. So she had a card key and access to the room, just incase he was a sound sleeper. But she would just go to the door and knock. The door actually shook a little, and it wasn’t as if this was a cheaply made door either. She couldn’t hide her abilities at the moment…and unlucky for her she totally forgot she had them for now..::

:: De Luca's eyes fluttered open as he looked at his alarm clock... 3:00 AM. Who the hell was knocking on his door at three in the morning? He sighed to himself as he threw on a pair of pants and headed towards the door. More then likely it was Liam there to thank him for getting Monica hired and placed on Mayhem, he didn't understand his fascination with the girl and he frankly he didn't want to know... Liam was a freak of nature. An uncaring soul who would rather slit a person's throat then help them out...

De Luca: I'm coming... this better be good..

:: She watched him appear as he opened the door and she just smiled. Blue eyes seemed a little too blue at the moment as the redheaded bombshell stood before him with a look that if looks could kill, he would have been dead on the floor and he knew it. ::

Monica: We need to talk...NOW.

:: She would come in on her own accord and not even wait for an invitation as she bore a hole into him with her eyes the entire time. ::

Monica: You have some explaining to do. And if you play dumb I swear to God, Liam will look like a choir boy compared to me.

De Luca: Explaining? Me explain... listen, Monica; I am your general manager. If anyone should be explaining anything, it's you. But just to appease you, Liam asked me a favor seeing how he and I go back. He said you were a great talent and he thought you would be perfect for Mayhem. That is all he told me.

:: She let her tongue glide over her top canines which looked similar to Liam's but not quite the same, only slightly showing, and her eyes... Her eyes were beginning to look a bit frightening as she stood there and lent against the couch staring at him almost half amused in her rage. ::

Monica: He told you I was perfect for Mayhem did he? I'm sure he did. What he didn't tell you, is that he more then likely wants to kill me or some sick thing like that. So I'm here to kindly ask you to let me out of my contract. I don't like being set up and there is much more at stake here than just a little aggression from the past between myself and Liam. But I know you’re also a Business man.
So tell me what do I have to do to convince you to tear up that contract.


:: De Luca looked amused and frightened at the same time. She was not human... at least not completely human. His eyes trailed down the body of Monica before looking back up at her.::

De Luca: Why would I let you rip up your contract? Liam is on Revolution and is barred from ever being on Mayhem so long as I'm the general manager there. So, I see no reason why you would need to be out of your contract.

Monica: I can not have him near me. I can not have him knowing where I am at all times. You know how he is I am sure so you should understand.

:: She was trying quite hard to not show her demonic side, though it was little use when she was THIS angry. No one had ever threatened her children in such a way, not as Liam's very existence near her did and so she was more than a little aggressive, as the young woman slowly approached DeLuca with a smile on her lips her fists were so tightly balled at her sides one could tell she was not as calm as she managed to make her expression for a moment. ::

Monica: Now... within reason what is it I could do to get out of this contract..?

DeLuca: I can’t just let you out of the contract.

Monica: And why not…?

De Luca: Because you have talent. And we need a woman around who can show the men some humility. Why can’t you just work things out with Liam?

Monica: You don’t seem to understand at all… You know I could just cause trouble until you fire me.

De Luca: I could just suspend you so you would have to be part of the roster, not out of your contract just not wrestle.

Monica: Why are you doing this?

De Luca: He said you have talent like I told you and I believe him. And just to let you know if something were to happen to me you would end up with Stryfe as your boss, and you really don’t want that, from what I hear.

Monica: Bastard.

De Luca: Tut tut… Maybe there is something we can work out…

:: Lust was something Monica inspired when she showed her less human side, more so than when she was normal and she could just tell in his voice what he meant. ::

Monica: I don’t think so. You know how Liam is, do you think he is the kind of man to hunt down a woman just to have her shack up with one of the heads of the federation? He would kill you then I would have to deal with Alexander.

De Luca: See your using your head. Now since we aren’t going to get you out of your contract tonight, might I get some rest?

Monica: Of course…

:: She smiled and brushed past him toward the door, stopping where her side touched his own so she could just turn and whisper. ::

Monica: But know this, I may be using my head and not just killing you here and now for helping out the devil himself, but you WILL lose yours if Liam disturbs my life in ANY way. Are we clear?

:: The way she spoke sent chills down his spine. She didn’t want to hurt him less she would. Or well so he though considering he had dealt with people not exactly normal before… And this could prove quite interesting. So for now he would stay on her good side, because this is what mayhem needed. IF she could intimidate the roster like she had him this night who knows what could happen. ::
De Luca: Of course Monica. I will have a talk with him…

Monica: And don’t mention any… differences you might have noticed in me…

:: His curiousity perked … this meant Liam didn’t even know what she was… ah the plot thickened and the General Manger became more and more interested. But tonight he let her leave. He offered to hold the door for her but she didn’t even wait. As soon as she got her answer… ::

De Luca: Of course, I will keep that between us…

:: Her answer and she slammed the door so hard it went off it’s hinges. The staff would soon be in his room and he would just marvel at the door. This was indeed.. very…interesting… even worth waking up for. ::

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Cowardice…
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~ Well that was wonderful, I couldn’t sleep at all last night, I’m worried, I’m distraught… I’m plain … nauseous at the whole ordeal. De Luca treated me like a child… a dangerous child but a child none the less. Perhaps he is too afraid of Liam to care as much as I believe he should? I wish I could have controlled myself but nothing to do about that now really… so just wipe the sleep out of your eyes and get ready to address the mysteriously silent wonder again. ~

:: I had sat this promo up in an older haunted looking house… It looked full of memories and I, looked rather girlish, dressed in a simple outfit and my makeup to make me look even younger than I already do. ::

It is very funny really. I’m here, and I’m getting every news hound, and photographer wanting a piece of me. Wanting to know my thoughts and yet nothing from Zack Riley. Nothing! I mean come on either this is just disrespectful or you Zacky have accepted defeat already. I tend to think it is the latter. Considering he NEVER comes out of his little never never land to talk to anyone about anything to do with his career…

:: On of my hands idly touch the side of a door as I seem to be recalling something as I make my way from old abandoned room of the large mansion house to the next. ::

I hear you like to tell stories and since its Halloween I might as well tell a story to you. But this you won’t find in any book, you won’t find this on any website or television show either. This is a tale that I think everyone here will appreciate. It isn’t really a Halloween tale but it does have monsters in it I assure you.

:: I cant my head and look over to the camera, an innocent sort of look is given. Something pure, and yet emotionless about my expression, is what I’m going for here. ::

It is about a little girl. Now you see this little girl had a lot to be afraid of. She had monsters in her family, which could be normal and loving one moment, and the next be such a cruel person to this little girl she had no choice but to try and cope. The person who was so cruel was her mother. Who had a condition that caused her to become violent and sadistic very easily. It caused her to do horrible things to the little girl. Her only daughter, and she couldn’t control herself.

~Much like I can’t control myself in the ring… ~


It wasn’t her fault said the therapists, it wasn’t her fault said the little girls father. But if it wasn’t mother’s fault then was it the little girl’s fault? No. And the little girl’s Father knew this too and tried to protect the little girl, and get her mother help. But nothing worked. So the little girl had to be brave. She had to endure the abuse that was dished out by her mother when her father wasn’t around. She had to promise herself she wouldn’t become like her mom. She wouldn’t hide from herself, and she wouldn’t become a monster. She would be strong, she would get through anything. And she did.

:: I would start to walk again and come to a closet where I would open the door and look at the fingernail marks on the wood. As if someone had dug at the solid door for some time. The memory of being locked in there when I couldn’t recite some ancient text haunted me and I just stared at the door while I spoke. ::

Her mother ended up leaving, but the scars were left on the little girls psyche, and she would never forget the pain. She would never forget the promise she had made to her very own mother, when mother was half way sane one day. For you see when mother was normal one fine afternoon she took her child into her lap and she told her a story. A story of heartache and pain, and she told her that she couldn’t fight the darkness inside of her. And that her daughter had to. That she could never back down to any force, internal or external.

:: And I couldn’t. I wouldn’t back down. And I was almost glad De Luca didn’t let me. If Liam wanted to find me he would. It would be a matter of time before he found out about the twins. But at least I knew where he was, and what he was doing. Perhaps keeping tabs on him was best. This way I could try to keep him away long enough for the twins to surpass him…which who knew with our genes how long it would take. ::

Yes if you haven’t figured out that was my mother by now you really need help. She was a good woman half the time but like myself had a bit of a violent disorder. I control mine by wiping the floor with people like you Zack. You think you can hide from your fears, you think you can run from me by not saying a damn thing. Go right ahead. Try and make yourself look tough and as if I don’t need to be addressed. But you know your only a coward, and now that I see that, I’m even more intent on beating you. It comes down to me wanting it much more than you. It comes down to me needing this match because I need to show everyone here what a woman can do. I know I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again but this is about fairness. This is about showing men that you don’t have to be big and hairy to get in that ring. And besides I think I’ll bring in more customers don’t you? Even if I am a little off my rocker. But hey at least I don’t hide and pretend I’m not a wrestler. I don’t know how you do it, do you even train?

:: I gave a bit of a smirk as I walked down the hall and lent against the wall near a picture. Taking the picture of a young me and my parents in hand I looked at it with scrutiny. We looked happy… how pictures can be such falsehoods. ::

You’re a waste of space, and I’m sick of the silence. Be a scared kid for all I care for your nightmares will be realized when your in the ring with me. You have had it easy thus far, and against someone with skill, you will wilt like the pansy you are. How sad… boo hoo… If you think I’m a bitch, at least I’m THE BITCH, and at least I’m female. You my friend are a bitch of the worst kind. You have a cock, but no balls to back up anything that you are… I’m beginning to think your in this match so I have an easy win and can be beaten later on and shown my place by a real man. But you know… I don’t see that happening either. See you at Mayhem Zacky-Pooh.

:: I got the insults from my mother, she had said them to me before, though I thought they belonged here. Belonged in reference to the man who I thought represented nothing but COWARDICE. ::

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The Stress Keeps coming!
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~ Thinking of Liam, thinking of my mother, thinking of my life in general, and how I got to the place I am now, makes me wonder. It makes me wonder if I can do this… Can I keep the twins safe from a world who would put them under a microscope? Had my mother had this same feeling of pressure? She had really snapped when I was around 4 or so, and the twins were three now. Would I be the same? But I had a father to protect me, if only a little. Liam wouldn’t protect them…I want to just break something, to scream as loud and long as I can…But I can’t… I have to be composed… perhaps I will visit my father and step mother… She came around when I was about ten years old and was my only real mother figure. She is mortal but she knows some about myself and my father. She likes to pretend we are normal, and that her grandchildren are normal. I can see them giving her a heart attack some day… not intentionally but still… ~

:: As I put on a robe from my nice long bubble bath I can hear the twins trying to sneek into my room quietly. ::

Monica: Darlings…why are you lurking at my door?

:: They would both come in, big grins on their faces. ::

Monica: uh oh, what did you two do…

~ I don’t even know if I want to know…~


Maria: Mommy, Auntie Jackie showed us how ta make dolls.

~Well that doesn’t sound too bad…~

Dominic: And we drew ew a picture.

Monica: Oh? Well come here darling and let Mommy see.

:: I knew there were more to the dolls but I tried to focus on one thing at a time. With a witch as an “auntie” and my manager who knew what kind of doll it was. The children would crawl onto the bed with me and I would look at their picture…. All seemed well…::

Monica: There is me, and there is Dominic…Maria… and who is that? Grandpa?

:: I referred to the man in the picture who was dark in hue. But I noticed one other odd thing about the picture. It was night time… the children’s drawings were almost always in the day setting. They both looked at each other in a guilty fashion…::

Monica: Well?

Dominic: It’s Daddy.

:: You could have knocked me over with a feather. I looked the picture over more carefully and damn if it didn’t resemble Liam in some way… but how? ::

Monica: I told you both you don’t have a daddy like normal children…

Maria: We do so!

:: That was quite an outburst. ::

Monica: Maria…

Maria: I saw im…In my dream… Dominic saw too…

:: Was Liam contacting them… OR oh GOD what if they were contacting him… Oh please don’t let them be that strong to actually make him aware someone is looking for him….::

Monica: Now listen to me both of you, I don’t ever want you looking for your Daddy in your dreams do you understand me!?

:: They both seemed shocked… I never yelled at them… but I have to… I wrap my arms around them and just hold them. ::

Monica: Darlings please, that is not your daddy it is a man who would hurt you.. I couldn’t bare losing my heart…you both… are part of my heart… If something happened to you I would be no more. Do you understand that?

:: The nod and curl into me some… and NOW I have more problems on my hands.. and more frustration to take out on the poor piece of meat they are putting in the ring with me this week. ::


(To Be Continued...)
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