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Post by Teresa Bennett on Feb 18, 2014 23:10:17 GMT -5
Teresa Bennett awoke with a start, lying face down in a forest that was fast approaching dawn. Her memory on how she got here was fuzzy. She’d been looking for something and then...nothing. Teresa stood up, using one of the tree for support. There was blood on the leaves where her head had been, and Teresa gently probed her face, coming to a large gash on her forehead. She turned around but whatever clues to her state had vanished completely. She leaned against the tree and tried to think. Had she been drugged, kidnapped? Drug dealers had been known to do worse. But why was she free? The familiar weight of her holster dug against her side, a comfort. Why didn’t they take her gun? This was adding up to nothing but confusion. Teresa took out her cell phone, not quite surprised to find it. They hadn’t searched her very well or not at all. No signal. She raised it higher, getting the same result. No signal in the middle of woods with no idea how she got there. She started walking. She had to find a road. Roads meant civilization, and maybe someone had a working phone and she could figure what had happened to her. She stopped walking, the fine hairs on the back of her neck and then arms raising. Years of experience had honed the instinct that someone was watching her. Her hand found her gun subconsciously, staining the butt with red. Fingers curled around it, prepared to take it out. She turned slowly, checking her corners, gaze darting to peer among the shadows. It was quiet. For a time Teresa only heard her own labored breathing. She swiped at the strands of hair that had fallen across her eye, whisking away a trickle of blood that had trailed past her temple. The cold bit into her exposed skin and she shivered, checking her surroundings once last time before walking again. She kept one hand on her weapon. Elijah Fox
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Post by Elijah Fox on Feb 19, 2014 15:46:47 GMT -5
All that mattered to Elijah was getting a way to Mary Bennett. He kept dreaming of his revenge, he was waiting for the day that he would make her pay. He watched her from far away, waiting for the moment he would strike. He did not want to do anything when she was cursed and could not remember him or her past deeds. She would not fear him, she would not remember what he was capable of.
So he waited. He waited and he planned for her demise. He could see she has gotten stronger. He knew he shouldn't underestimate her. That would be a mistake. He had not guessed what she was capable of then, but now Elijah knew. But Elijah was stronger than before too. He was smarter and he was crueler. He would enjoy causing her pain, he would enjoy the suffering that he was planning for her. He relished the idea of it all. It made him shiver as he imagined the pain he was going to put her through. He just had to wait for an opportunity to strike.
One day, he got his opportunity. She had been alone and unarmed. The streets were empty. He followed her. He had the means of subduing her at the ready. He had been waiting for a chance like this, he had been preparing for it. So he made his way towards her with the greatest care. It seemed that tonight the woman that now called herself Teresa Bennett was not as observant as usual. He came up behind her and pressed the cloth to her mouth. Of course she struggled, but Elijah was strong. He held her tight until she fainted.
He dragged her into the forest, he was not being careful with her. Trees and branches caught her clothes, rocks making contact with her skin too. He did not know when acquired that cut on her forehead, but it did not matter. It was nothing compared to what Elijah had in mind for her. He finally got her into the deepest part of the forest. Elijah required privacy. He didn't want anyone to hear her screams, should she be so inclined. He sat down on the rock, waiting for signs that she was waking up.
It was close to dawn when he saw her move. He moved fast, hiding behind the trees. He watched her as she investigated her surroundings. She hadn't seen him, but he was sure she knew that someone was there. He stalked her movements, waiting for the right time to reveal himself. When she started walking again, he followed her. When he was close enough, he spoke in his cold voice. "Mary Bennett. It's great to see you."
He had the element of surprise in his favor. He knew she would have shot him had she been expecting him, but she wasn't and that gave him the advantage. Though any other person would have taken her gun, Elijah would not. He was not afraid of it. It would not kill him. His smile was smug as he waited for her reaction.
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Post by Teresa Bennett on Feb 19, 2014 17:12:53 GMT -5
Teresa froze momentarily. It was the voice that haunted her dreams, both sleeping and awake. “Elijah.” Her own voice was barely above a whisper, the accent still clung to it like a stubborn cobweb. How long had he been here, how long had he been stalking her? Her gun was fully drawn now and she turned as well, eyes straining to see in the shadows. It was early, still dark out. Teresa shook her head mentally. She was no longer the lamb trapped by the lion. She was a warrior, and warriors defeated lions. She shivered again, cursing her former self for not wearing gloves or a heavier coat. “I thought I killed you.” She had channeled her fear into anger, into controlled, quiet anger. The worst kind. It was the quiet ones you had to watch out for. What was he doing here? Teresa found herself surprised. He was supposed to be dead. It had been years. She had grown from the foolish young girl he had played with. The years had made her more wise, hardened. Determined never to let anyone else do the same thing. And yet, here he was, undoing all her work. Getting into her head again. It was almost too easy and she was letting him. Her grip didn’t waver or falter as she tried to track him. More blood trickled down her face but she paid it no mind. Another explanation jumped to mind, so simple she hadn't considered it. Magic. Necromancy of some sort? But Elijah hadn't aged a day. "It's Teresa now." Emma. She needed to call Emma, tell her that a killer was near Storybrooke. People were in danger and it was all thanks to her. Elijah Fox
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Post by Elijah Fox on Feb 20, 2014 1:18:12 GMT -5
He was delighted to see that she still feared him. Perhaps not as much as she used to before, but enough to make him happy. He would work on it. She would fear him again, she would find it hard to sleep at night. Always wondering what Elijah had in store for her next. "You thought wrong, love." He whispered, moving closer. "Aren't you happy to see me?" He sneered at her. He was enjoying her reactions to him. He loved seeing her become angry, it only meant that he still had power over her. It meant that he still had some influence over her. It would take some time to get to her, but that just excited Elijah even more. He loved a challenge.
"You will always be Mary Bennett to me, my dear," he didn't care about the name the curse gave her. He didn't care about what she learned during the curse. She was still Mary Bennett, the woman he had been engaged to. The woman who had set her brothers and friends on Elijah. The woman that had come uninvited to his home and discover his secret. He was the most upset about that part. The fact that she had him killed meant little compared to her invading his privacy. He moved closer, he could touch her now if he wanted. "Are you going to shoot me?" He asked her coldly, staring at the gun. "It won't bring about the desired effect. You're wasting your time."
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