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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 30, 2007 16:24:15 GMT
"Okay, as you like" He smiled back at her, his confidence growing a bit. "Sometimes I think we're the only sane ones in this house.." He admitted out of the blue"..Henry.. maybe that's why the first two pregnancies went wrong.. that's all I'm saying" Belle mumbled, trying another approach now, that of the sad helpless mommy-victim  "We'll see. Just do not push in hard situations, I want this to go well too.."
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Post by Lana on Aug 30, 2007 16:31:25 GMT
Helena smirked slightly, having to admit that Carl was right. The Count and the Countess scared her sometimes by their words and actions, by their behaviour, but, most of all, by the almost physically touchable atmosphere of mutual hatred between them, the hatred that was somehow mixed with another feeling, at least from the Count's side: Helena doubted it could be love... lust, perhaps, then. But she wasn't the one to judge, being just a maid. She didn't have the right to.
However, she chuckled slightly at Carl, taking a short break from cleaning. "Have you ever been downstairs?" - she asked quietly, almost in a whisper. - "In the basement..."
Henry knew that Belle was too much of an actress, that her faces and words weren't to be trusted and that she could pull of any mask really well. "Maybe they went wrong because you deliberately harmed your future baby?" - he asked calmly, but only the surface was calm, and his real emotions were securely hidden under this surface.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 30, 2007 16:44:25 GMT
"Henry Alucard!!" Belle stood up, stomping her foot down on the ground "HOW can you imply that ? About me, your own wife! What kind of a monster do you think I am?" She shook her head, amazed by his behaviour at the diner table.
"if you think I am such a monster then in that case I think you should have diner alone" She turned around, picked up her white dress and headed for the door. Appatite had been spoiled for her now.
"The smell alone is enough to keep me away from there" Carl admitted "For some reason the count does not want me in there. I always have to stay in front of the door up the stairs and wait after I called him for whatever.. Have you ?" He asked, raising an eyebrow[/i]
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Post by Lana on Aug 30, 2007 16:52:03 GMT
"No, no!" - Helena shook her head. - "I'd never come there even if he ordered, everyone says he has dead people there, that he digs them out of the graves in the old cemetery, right there, on the top of the hill, brings here and does horrible experiments", - she whispered hastily, as if afraid of being overheard by anyone, especially by the Count. - "No one knows exactly what he's doing there, but nothing good, I bet, nothing good", - she shuddered slightly.
"Actress", - Henry smirked, his face betraying no emotions. - "What a cheap performance", - he chuckled softly and stood up from the table, heading to his room.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 30, 2007 17:00:24 GMT
Carl nodded "I heard the rumors. I bet they are true. He's just crazy in his head, crazy people do crazy things.." Carl looked at Helena "I'm glad I'm not the only one sane here. It helps to have someone else around.. someone like.. you" He admitted, slightly blushing
Belle went to the kitchen. It was time to talk to Carl now..
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Post by Lana on Aug 30, 2007 17:06:18 GMT
"T-thanks", - a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she laughed softly. - "It's good you're here too", - she added quietly, almost in a whisper, because she wasn't using to such talks, especially not here, in the kitchen. Helena was shy, but she wasn't naive and she saw with what eyes the Countess always looked at Carl, she could bet that Annabelle saw more than just a servant in him, or, at least, wanted to see.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 30, 2007 17:57:49 GMT
Belle walked into the kitchen. She looked around, feeling a bit dirty as she stepped in there. This wasn't her place, just setting foot in it made her feel gross. Belle's eyes searched for Carl and she found him in the back of the kitchen. Together. With. The. Maid...
A slight feeling of anger crept up inside of her. "Carl ?.. I need to speak to you" Belle raised her voice, making her presence known.
Carl looked up, away from Helena. When he saw the countess he felt as if both him and the maid were cought doing something they weren't allowed to do. Carl blushed slightly "Yes. Of course. I'm on my way" Carl said and he looked at Helena. He didn't say anything when he left. Mostly because Belle was still inside the kitchen. He was too shy to have a conversation with Helena in front of the countess.
Belle walked out, Carl followed. They went upstairs.
"Where do you want to talk to me?" Carl asked, in a slight frown
"Shut up, do not ask questions." Belle was more furious then she thought. She took Carl to the main bedroom and closed the door behind them. "How DARE you insult me and my husband like this?!" She yelled at him "Haven't you been a servant long enough to know WHAT happens if you let your boss wait ?!"
Carl looked down "I am sorry miss, things got out of hand, it will not happen again"
"It BETTER NOT!" Belle shouted but then her voice turned softer "Do you want to get fired? Carl? Do you want me to have to fire you? Don't ask that of me. I can't, and neither do I want Henry to do it. I need you here.. in this house.. with.. me.." Belle slowly walked over to Carl, wich left Carl a bit stunned.
At first she was mad and now this? Again ? She had done it before, and he had fell for it. She was just so nice to him that it was easy for him to get caught in her web of nice words and promises..
"I do not want to get fired, miss" Carl answered, staying polite. He glances down at Belle. She was a bit shorter then he was, and she was now standing in front of him, playing with the first few buttons of his shirt.
"Good..cause I need you.." Belle looked up at him "Real badly, Carl.." Slowly but surely she unbuttoned the first button of Carl's white shirt. "It's been too long Carl.." She whispered, and placed a kiss onto his lips..
For a second Carl responded, but then he pulled back "Belle, this is not a good idea. Your husband.. what if he.." Carl maintained a small distance between them. He wasn't really worried about the count, it was his own feelings he was worried about. Before he didn't mind fooling around with the countess, she wanted and he didn't mind. She indeed was gorgeous and she made him feel great. But now he had feelings for Helena. More then before when he was also fooling around with the Countess..
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Post by Lana on Aug 31, 2007 16:53:24 GMT
When Carl followed Belle, Helena sighed quietly and continued cleaning the room.
The Count changed his clothing to the white gown again, or, at least, to the gown that was supposed to look white but was stained with blood instead, and went downstairs, to the basement.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 31, 2007 17:05:57 GMT
"You know my husband is too blind to see how much I have for you.. and you for me.. That didn't change.. did it, Carl?" Belle wrapped her arms around Carl's waist. She didn't know what to expect really. When she saw him with that maid in the kitchen she noticed he was blushing. She noticed that there was a certain tension, that slowly floated away when she entered the kitchen.
Was she losing her lover to a maid ?
"Barely, Miss" Carl answered, slightly to the truth "But you know we have to be careful. That child may already not be his, we are taking much risk" Carl let go of Annabelle and looked down at her
"..Do not let such words pass your lips, Carl, This baby is his. No matter what.." Eventually Belle let go of Carl, she turned around, her voice became cold "You've been warned Carl. One more mistake and you and the rest of your family can be sure never to work in this town again!"
She needed something to hurt him with, she needed something to torture him with, like he was torturing her right now. He may not have said it ,but she knew somewhere inside that Carl was losing interest in her. All because of that wicked wench of their maid..
Carl nodded. "It won't happen again. I am sorry, miss Annabelle.."
He turned around, towards the door and opened it "Goodnight..Belle"
He rarely used her last name, only when they'd spend some time together. For instance when the count was out on business for a while. But Carl had other intensions. He couldn't use a suspicious Countess breathing down his neck right now. He couldn't let anything get in the way of a possible relationship with Helena.
If it meant that he had to play the COuntess for a fool.. then so be it.
Belle cringed. Good night ? .. GOOD night ? It hasn't been a good night in a long time, dear Carl she growled and followed out of the bedroom, she went down to the basement.. to see her husband.
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Post by Lana on Aug 31, 2007 17:32:43 GMT
Henry lit a lamp that was hanging from the ceiling right above the table made of iron, the table used for dissections. The lamp was casting light that was flickering slightly, but was, after all, enough for the Count to see what he wanted to see.
Having washed his hands, he opened the previously cut chest with the ribs, and the layers of skin and fat and muscles over the abdominal cavity. Now he saw all the insides of a human being, all the inner organs and some of the major blood-vessels, but not all of them, since most of minor ones were deep in connective tissues and couldn't be seen without special 'preparations', and the same went for nerves that looked like quite thick white cords - only the largest and the thickest nerves looked like that, for example, nervus vagus that innervated almost all the inner organs and the heart itself.
Henry's hands were in the body almost up to the elbow, when he suddenly heard someone's steps. He frowned: no one, no one except him was allowed to enter.
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