Renee / Ry - Cataclysm part I - PG-13
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darker_londonRenee was late. She was never late. It just didn't happen. She was like clockwork, damn it. And it couldn't just be an aberration, either. Not now. It had been a week since she was due.
It could only mean one thing. But she still had to know for sure.
She rose from her bed and poked her head out of her room. It was only nine in the evening. Nobody would question her leaving the house. But still she felt as though she were doing something wrong. As though there were some sort of betrayal of trust involved here. She felt dirty.
As quietly as she could, she made her way down the stairs and out the front door. She could hear Lizzie talking on the phone in her room, and her father pottering about in the study. Mother was nowhere to be seen, probably out on the town as always. Renee hoped she wouldn't run into her.
There was a twenty-four hour shop not far from here. They would have what she wanted.
* * *
"Renee?" her father called as she returned to the house half an hour later.
"Oui?" she returned, her heart leaping in her chest. Not now. Leave me alone!
"Your friend Scarlett stopped by, but I didn't know when you would be home, so I told her you would call her later."
"Oui," she acknowledged, and made her way upstairs without another word.
* * *
Two pregnancy tests sat before her on the bathroom counter. Both of them positive. Now, she was sure.
Marcel put a little bit of himself into every magickal operation he performed...
No shit. That "little bit of himself" was now growing into a child inside of her. She felt so hollow, as if all that mattered and gave the world substance had died. As if she would never again take delight in anything in this mortal coil.
As an insurance against his murder...
No. No no no. He couldn't have... could he? But even as the thought occurred to her, she felt the stirring within her womb, and she knew it to be true.
This wasn't just Marcel's child she was carrying. It was Marcel himself. His final insurance against death, to create a child and have some hopelessly indebted girl bring it into the world for him.
But Renee knew. She knew what he had done. And she wasn't about to let him win. There were ways around this. She had power, she knew it. She had brought about his death once, the curse that had focused Deirdre's wrath upon him. She could do it again.
She grabbed the pregnancy tests and headed back into her room, discarding them under the bed where they wouldn't be found until she could dispose of them properly.
Necessity compelled her to action, and she could explain this to no one. But there was one thing that had to be said, and only one person she could say it to...
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2006-04-02 11:12 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeUnscreen
(Can you feel that?)
(Oh shit)
Ry read the words on his screen before him on the newly updated page. Well, he had to hand it to the girl; she had good timing - just when he'd almost been bored enough to put away his computer for the day and go busking for some fresh air, Renee put something up for him to do. Well, read anyway.
Except, this was nothing new. He'd read it before, she'd written it before; and he told her so.
'Down With the Sickness' continued to blare out at him from his computer.
Except... ages later, when she must still have been online and receiving email notification, there was no reply. And the add on at the end bothered him for some reason he could not fathom. Renee had said some outlandish things before, but this... it sounded far out of the normal even for Renee. Far away from a person who had all but recreated in him a basic belief that there was something out there that must be greater than any one man - a Creator in all things and some things.
"God Renee, don't do anything stupid," he guttered under his breath. But what more could he do from here?
As he stood up to leave the room for some headspace from the impeding feeling of dred, lyrics of the song haunted him on his way.
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
Don't do it! You're hurting me Oh-oohh!
Why did you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you,
FUCK YOU!!!
I don't need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking WHORE
It could only mean one thing. But she still had to know for sure.
She rose from her bed and poked her head out of her room. It was only nine in the evening. Nobody would question her leaving the house. But still she felt as though she were doing something wrong. As though there were some sort of betrayal of trust involved here. She felt dirty.
As quietly as she could, she made her way down the stairs and out the front door. She could hear Lizzie talking on the phone in her room, and her father pottering about in the study. Mother was nowhere to be seen, probably out on the town as always. Renee hoped she wouldn't run into her.
There was a twenty-four hour shop not far from here. They would have what she wanted.
* * *
"Renee?" her father called as she returned to the house half an hour later.
"Oui?" she returned, her heart leaping in her chest. Not now. Leave me alone!
"Your friend Scarlett stopped by, but I didn't know when you would be home, so I told her you would call her later."
"Oui," she acknowledged, and made her way upstairs without another word.
* * *
Two pregnancy tests sat before her on the bathroom counter. Both of them positive. Now, she was sure.
Marcel put a little bit of himself into every magickal operation he performed...
No shit. That "little bit of himself" was now growing into a child inside of her. She felt so hollow, as if all that mattered and gave the world substance had died. As if she would never again take delight in anything in this mortal coil.
As an insurance against his murder...
No. No no no. He couldn't have... could he? But even as the thought occurred to her, she felt the stirring within her womb, and she knew it to be true.
This wasn't just Marcel's child she was carrying. It was Marcel himself. His final insurance against death, to create a child and have some hopelessly indebted girl bring it into the world for him.
But Renee knew. She knew what he had done. And she wasn't about to let him win. There were ways around this. She had power, she knew it. She had brought about his death once, the curse that had focused Deirdre's wrath upon him. She could do it again.
She grabbed the pregnancy tests and headed back into her room, discarding them under the bed where they wouldn't be found until she could dispose of them properly.
Necessity compelled her to action, and she could explain this to no one. But there was one thing that had to be said, and only one person she could say it to...
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[info]epithet_
2006-04-02 11:12 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeUnscreen
(Can you feel that?)
(Oh shit)
Ry read the words on his screen before him on the newly updated page. Well, he had to hand it to the girl; she had good timing - just when he'd almost been bored enough to put away his computer for the day and go busking for some fresh air, Renee put something up for him to do. Well, read anyway.
Except, this was nothing new. He'd read it before, she'd written it before; and he told her so.
'Down With the Sickness' continued to blare out at him from his computer.
Except... ages later, when she must still have been online and receiving email notification, there was no reply. And the add on at the end bothered him for some reason he could not fathom. Renee had said some outlandish things before, but this... it sounded far out of the normal even for Renee. Far away from a person who had all but recreated in him a basic belief that there was something out there that must be greater than any one man - a Creator in all things and some things.
"God Renee, don't do anything stupid," he guttered under his breath. But what more could he do from here?
As he stood up to leave the room for some headspace from the impeding feeling of dred, lyrics of the song haunted him on his way.
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
Don't do it! You're hurting me Oh-oohh!
Why did you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you,
FUCK YOU!!!
I don't need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking WHORE
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