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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Mandie on July 27, 2006, 05:19:51 pm
Summary:

   An arranged marriage turns into a love of a lifetime.  When they are tragically torn apart, the two lovers’ souls go on a search for each other.  Finally, they find each other again, but the people the souls now inhabit are complete opposites.  Can love find a way through their differences, or do the souls have to continue their search?

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For those of you who have asked, I have not forgotten Time For Love.  I will finish it, my muse was just pushing this story on me.  Please enjoy this one until I can go back to that one.  ~M


Title: Intro Chapter
Post by: Mandie on July 28, 2006, 01:59:19 am
April 15, 1100: It was always cold and drafty in the students quarters of the nunnery.  Winter’s chill still lingered in the air.  Mary Elizabeth Marbourne burrowed under her threadbare blanket thinking warm thoughts.  It had been ten years since she had been home, but deep in the recesses of her mind she could almost remember fluffy feather beds and large warm woolen blankets.  Sitting up, she combed the braids out of her thick blonde hair, only to plait her hair and braid it up again.  Sighing, she realized that day was dawning, and Sister Katherine would soon be screaming at them all to WAKE UP!  Deciding to do ahead and get up now, she swung her feet out and cringed as they hit the freezing floor.  She minced her way to the porcelain pitcher on the cabinet, and poured some of the cold water into the matching basin.  Plunging her hands into the water, she had to stifle a screech then quickly washed the sleep from her eyes.  Burr, there was nothing that woke you up like a face full of cold water.
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   Mary  had just finished washing up when the expected yell came through the open door.  “Wake up, girls!  Ten minutes.”  Four sleepy faces emerged from their own cocoons.  Elena, the youngest at seven, was the first one out of bed.  Handing the washing cloth to the little girl, Mary tiptoed over to the shared wardrobe for a dress.  All the girls followed, and they quickly and quietly got dressed, and were waiting in a straight line when Sister Katherine finally appeared in the doorway.
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   “Good morning, ladies.”  Sister Katherine seemed to be in a rare pleasant mood as her creased face eased into an almost unseen smile.  “Are you all well rested this morning?”  Her gaze seemed to pause on Mary.
   “Good morning, Sister Katherine.”  They all replied in unison.  Nodding their heads in response to the second question, they all exchanged looks.  Why was Sister Katherine being so nice?  Usually she would just lead them stoically to the dining hall, never saying a word except the morning blessing.   
   Following the elderly nun single file, they marched down the stairs and into the dining hall.  Silently, the girls took their seats, bowing their heads as Sister Katherine prayed.  Mary grimaced at the sight of the bowl of watery gruel in front of her.  It might not be so bad if it had any taste to it.  As the first spoonful slid down her throat, Sister Katherine stood up.
   “Today, one of you girls will be heading onto the next stage of your life.”  She seemed to be pleased at her announcement.  Spoons clattered as they were dropped into wooden bowls and five pairs of eyes turned toward the elderly nun at the head of the table.  “Happy Birthday, Mary.”  Sneering slightly, she groaned as she took her seat again.
   Mary gasped.  How could she have forgotten this fateful day?  Not just any birthday, but her fifteenth birthday.  The day she would leave the convent, go home, and marry the man her parents had chosen when she was born.
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Title: Chapter 1
Post by: Mandie on July 29, 2006, 10:45:33 pm
Every other girl looked at her, sorrow in their eyes.  The nuns had taught them all to be good chatelaines of their households, taught them to be competent healers, but most of all warned them of the pain of becoming a wife.  No woman enjoyed the marital bed, but it was a part of their duty.  Mary did not want to marry, but it was her duty as the daughter of a wellborn family.
   She dreaded the endless nights of pain in front of her.  The pain of submitting to her husband, and the pain of childbirth.  The only break she would have is during her monthly courses when her husband would not touch her.  “... your father’s garrison arrived late last night.”  Sister Katherine’s voice interrupted her musings.  “They would like to leave as soon as possible, So I’d like you to pack your things as quickly as you can.  You must leave within the hour if you are to make it home before nightfall.”  Sister Katherine picked up her spoon and began to eat, assured that she would be one less girl by the end of the day.  Those foolish wealthy girls, no appreciation for the service that the sisters performed for God.  Mary stood quietly, her appetite gone.
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   “I’ll just go pack, then.”  With Sister Katherine’s nod, Mary left the table and trod back up the stairs.  Most of the clothes that belonged to her were not really proper attire for the daughter of an English Lord.  Even less so for the wife of a Baronet.  As she folded the few things that actually belonged to her alone, she laughed wryly.  Ten years of her life had been spent in this drafty convent, and what did she have to show for it?  Knowledge yes, but not enough possessions to fill the small trunk that she had arrived with.  Soon, all too soon, Mary was finished packing.  Physically ready to leave, but emotionally never wanting to face the real world.  Just as she had hardened her heart to leave the room, the other girls burst in.
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   “Oh Mary!”  Elena threw her arms around her stomach and cried hot tears onto her tunic.  “You can’t leave us!  Not to be married!”  Yes even Elena had been exposed to the horrors of marriage.  All the girls had tears running down their faces.  Mary might as well have been sentenced to death.  Every girl took a turn to give her a bone crushing hug, then it was time to leave.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Kielen on July 30, 2006, 05:49:32 pm
Awwww....so cute!! More soon??? Please??


Title: Chapter 2
Post by: Mandie on July 30, 2006, 06:08:51 pm
The sun was peeking over the mountains, bathing the land with the pale colors of dawn.  John William Blake stood at the window, lost in thought.  Brushing a black curl out of his eyes, he leaned against the wall.  He was unable to sleep any longer.  April 16, a date that had been burned into his memory for the past fifteen years.  At twenty-one, John was more than ready to marry and start a family, but he wasn’t looking forward to marrying a girl he had never laid eyes on.  As the eldest son of a baron, he had always known he didn’t have the luxury of choosing a wife, but he would have liked to know the woman before marrying her.
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   He dressed quickly, preparing for his day.  Tomorrow was his wedding day.  One day, while his future wife traveled home.  One more day of freedom, only one more day.  Forgoing breakfast, he headed for the stables.  As he saddled his horse, the stableboy emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  Upon seeing who was in the stall, he turned, yawning, and found his bed once more.  John prided himself on being self reliant.  The servants knew to leave him alone unless he specifically asked for help.
   Once the horse was ready, he swung up into the saddle and galloped out of the stable.  The wind whipped through his hair as he tried to outrun his troubles.  He knew he would have to face his future eventually, but for now, he was free.  He had one destination.  The time had some to say goodbye to Sally.
   The saddle creaked as he lowered himself in front of the small, one-roomed hut.  Many men, most in fact, had mistresses.  He was not going to be one of them.  Men in his family were faithful to their wives, whether love was involved or not.
   He tapped softly on the door.  A pair of almond-shaped brown eyes looked through the crack that opened up.  “I was expecting you this day.”  The door opened fully, revealing the petite curly brown-haired woman within.  Her cherry red lips curled into a wistful smile.  “This is it, then?  This is goodbye?”
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   Wrapping his burly arms around her small frame, he kissed her forehead.  “As much as I care about you, I’m afraid that I must say goodbye.”
   The woman sadly nodded against his chest.  She had known this day would come.  She had been warned, but it had never seemed like it would ever actually happen.  These last few years had been the best of her life.  John was a wonderful, thoughtful man.  Never one to delude herself, she knew they did not love each other, but she had been happy, and comfortable.  She wasn’t sure she was ready to return to her previous life of poverty.  “Do you want to join me one last time?”  Her tone was hopeful.  She wasn’t ready to say goodbye, not yet.
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   He softly stroked her cheek.  “I am sorry, Sally.  This is the only goodbye I can give you.”  His lips touched her cheek, then he turned to leave.
   Sally leaned against the door frame and watched the tall, dark man mount his horse and ride away.  She wanted him to stop, look back, and realize he was doing the wrong thing, but of course he didn’t.  As she turned to pack her things, she hoped that his wife truly deserved him.  While John wasn’t her future, surely something good waited for her around the bend.
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   John rode around the estate, trying to enjoy his last day of freedom.  While he consciously made the effort not to think about tomorrow, he couldn’t help it.  As he rode past the crystal lake, he wondered if his fiancee liked to swim.  Would they shed their clothes in the summer heat and play naked in the water?  Would she be willing to make love to him in ths cool waves, or would she only accept his advances in a darkened bed chamber?
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   The morning flew by as he tried to picture his life with a wife, and soon he headed back home for lunch.  His brother, Robert, was already eating when he entered the dining room.  Sliding into the seat adjacent to him, he waited until one of the serfs had delivered his lunch and retreated again before remarking, “Well, it’s done.”
   Robert paused, his food halfway to his mouth.  “You really said goodbye to Sally?”  At his brother’s nod, he continued, “I didn’t think that you’d actually do it.”  He chewed his bite slowly, then swallowed loudly.  His dreams had finally come true!  Sally was free!  With a muttered curse, he leapt from his chair and ran from the room.  John stared after his departing brother with confusion until he disappeared.  Shrugging, he turned to finish his meal.
   After he had eaten, John strode into his father’s bower to help him work on the books.  Baron John Robert was losing his eyesight, and couldn’t handle the running of the estate by himself anymore.  All the more reason for John to marry and take over.  The elderly man smiled vacantly as his son entered.  “Are you looking forward to tomorrow, son?”  John glared at his father.
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   “Oh yes,” he said, sarcastically, “It’s the day every man dreams of.  Marrying a woman he has never met.  A woman he knows nothing about.”
   Baron John looked at his son, confusion shining in his cloudy eyes.  “What do you mean, John William?  You are the son of a Baron.  The oldest son, in line for my title.  This is the way it’s done.  It’s the way it’s always been done.”
   Just because it was tradition didn’t mean that John had to like it.  Robert was going to be allowed to choose, why couldn’t he?  He patted his father on his frail shoulder as a way of apology, and sat down to work.  No more words were exchanged as father and son worked at their individual tasks.
   As the sun was disappearing beyond the horizon, a serving wench bustled into the room to light the candles.  “Supper will be served in an hour, milord.”  Sometimes the men got so involved with their work, they would forget to eat.  Baron John nodded his grey head, and John stood, stretching the muscles in his back.
   “I’m going to go for a walk, father.  I’ll come back here to get you before dinner.”  At his father’s nod, John left the room.
   At dinner, the entire family gathered at the table.  Baron John was hunched and frail in his old age.  
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Baroness Charlotte had crinkles around her bright blue eyes and laugh lines around her mouth.  Although she was short and reaching her dotage, she was still able to corral her strong, tall boys.  
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Robert looked much like John, only his hair was brown and he wasn’t as broad in the shoulders.  He looked much more like an English Lord than John himself.
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John had curly black hair, his eyes the same bright blue as his mother’s.  His shoulders were broad, and his upper arms were almost as thick as his thighs.  Muscles bulged on his arms and legs, his chest and stomach rippled with every movement.  He was a handsome man, but built more like a knight than a Lord.  His complexion was tanned from spending so much time outside as opposed to his brother’s and father’s pasty complexions.  He always felt like Robert was more inclined to be the Baron.  He actually enjoyed working with the books, whereas John only tolerated it.
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   After eating, the men enjoyed a tankard of ale before turning in.  Morning would come soon, and the family planned on leaving at first light.


A/N WooHoo my first FB!  Thanks!  Please contine to R&R!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on July 31, 2006, 03:32:05 pm
yea!! I lovee your storys and im eager for an update


Title: Chapter 3 Travelling Home
Post by: Mandie on July 31, 2006, 08:38:23 pm
A group of four soldiers waited outside in the bailey.  Mary shyly approached them dragging her small trunk behind her.  The leader, a large man with bad teeth, grinned at her as he threw the trunk on the back of the pack horse, lashing it down with heavy ropes.  After securing it, he turned slowly to face her.
   “We have to get going if we’re going to get you home before dark.  It’s going to be long and hard, and we can’t make many stops.  If you must stop, speak to me.”  His low gravelly voice was slightly frightening to Mary.  She had spent the last ten years of her life without even seeing a man, other than her father.  Nodding shyly, she was whisked off her feet and placed on the broad back of a large white mare.
   The men mounted their own destriers, and wordlessly surrounded her as they rode away from the convent.  Mary glanced up at the attic window where she had spent so many mornings gazing over the moors.  The four faces of her friends pressed against the crude glass.  With tears in her eyes, Mary raised her hand as a last farewell.
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   The men were so silent.  The only sounds were the horses’ hooves clopping over the cold ground.  Since she was so leery of these men, Mary kept her mouth shut as well.  In fact, no words were spoken until the group stopped for luncheon.  Wordlessly, the taciturn men dismounted, forming a circle around Mary.  Each man pulled bread, cheese, and dried meat from their saddlebags, the leader handing her some of his supplies.  “If you need to relieve yourself, do so beyond those bushes before we leave.”  He angled his head toward a large copse of bushes where one of the men was disappearing behind.  A blush rushed across Mary’s cheeks as she nodded and angled her head down.  
   Sitting on a large rock, Mary chomped her food.  Slowly, she realized that the men were quietly talking to one another.  Surprisingly, the low rumble of voices was comforting to Mary after the silent morning.  Her mouth was so dry, but she didn’t want to ask anyone for a drink.  She didn’t know the etiquette out on the trail, but since they didn’t talk to her, she was fairly sure she wasn’t supposed to talk to them either.
   Glaring at the bushes, Mary realized that she really did need to use the necessary.  She didn’t want to do it in front of all these men, and was wondering what she should do.  Seething at her stupidity, she had just made the decision to just do it when the leader gave the signal to mount up.  Winking at her, he nodded toward the bushes then turned his back.  Gathering her skirts, Mary raced across the open grass toward the bushes, taking advantage of the situation.  She finished quickly, then hurried back to join the men.  The leader lifted her back onto her horse then handed her a water skin.  She took several large swigs before handing it back with a smile of thanks.
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   As they started off again, Mary hoped that her bottom would come out of this adventure in one piece.  Already, her lower back, her thighs, and of course her bottom ached and burned.  She would need to make a cup of Cananga tea to help her muscles relax before bed tonight.  The thought of seeing her family again excited her.  She hadn’t seen them in almost a year.  Usually they came every year on her birthday, but of course they hadn’t come this year.  Not all the girls’ families visited.  Elena hadn’t seen hers since she had arrived two years ago.  The last time Mary had seen her parents, she had been struck by the fact that they were getting old.
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   They had only ever been able to conceive the two girls, and when her father passed away, their estate would be inherited by a distant cousin.  Her sister Rebecca was destined to marry him, and their mother would be provided for if she survived her husband.  Rebecca was able to stay at home with their mother, instead of going to the convent with Mary.  Mary often wondered if her mother insisted upon it because Rebecca was her favorite.  She really didn’t envy her sister, though.  Cousin George was bratty and immature.  She hoped her own husband would be different.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 03, 2006, 10:32:56 pm
i <3 this story!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: One on August 08, 2006, 02:26:06 pm
Great story, keep up the good work! I'm looking forward to the next chapter!


Title: Chapter 4
Post by: Mandie on August 08, 2006, 05:09:47 pm
I'm really sorry it took me so long to update.  It's been really hectic around here.  As an apology, here is a longer chapter.


   As slow as the trip seemed to be, they finally arrived at her family’s estate.  The sights tickled her memory, although everything was older and some things had completely changed.  Her family, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, stood in the courtyard waiting for her.  Mary tiredly slid off her horse and stumbled into her parents’ arms.  Even though the impending marriage terrified her, she was thrilled to finally be home again.  Each of the women wiped tears from her eyes as her father gruffly excused himself to go thank the men.  As soon as the dismissed men turned to go to their homes, the family entered the house.
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   Rebecca chattered excitedly about the next day, but Mary was too tired to participate.  The two girls had always been the best of friends, even with Mary away at the convent.  She longed to share her fears with someone, but felt like Rebecca was too young to understand.  She hadn’t been exposed to the same things, and she was still innocent in her idealistic beliefs.
   Mary’s mother, Sarah patted her arm understandingly and smiled at her eldest daughter.  “Why don’t you go upstairs to your room?  You can take a nice hot bath, then eat some supper.  We will be eating down here, but if you feel too tired to come down, I’ll send one of the wenches up with a tray for you.  Tomorrow morning, I’d like the entire family to meet for one last breakfast.”  She teared up again, sighing, “My eldest daughter, a wife.”  Sniffing delicately, she turned to make sure supper was ready in the kitchens.
   Mary gratefully ambled up the stairs, Rebecca chattering on next to her.  “I’ll show you the way to your new rooms, Mary.  Now that you are going to be married, you have to have new rooms!  Isn’t it lovely?  I helped Mother with the tapestry.”  The girl happily pointed to a beautiful red woolen banner hanging on the wall.
   Nodding, Mary replied, “It looks lovely, Becca.  Thank you for helping Mama.”  Her sister happily skipped from the room, leaving Mary alone.  A soft knock came on the door.  Mary opened it to a bevy of serfs carrying buckets of hot water.  They each poured the steaming liquid into the heavy wooden tub sitting in the corner behind a large screen.  As Mary was, again, left alone, she dug through her herb bag for a handful of rosemary and violets.  Dropping them into the water, she sighed as she loosened her dress.  Placing the soiled clothing in a heap on the floor, she stepped into the tub.  Sighing, she sank into the liquid heat.  The smell of the herbs swirled around her, helping her relax and calm down.  She scrubbed her body and hair with special rose-scented soap she had made at the convent.  When she felt sufficiently clean, she stood, the water sluicing down every curve of her body.  Stepping from the tub, she dried herself with the rough drying-cloth.
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   Briefly considering joining her family for supper, Mary decided to stay in her room.  This day had been draining, both physically and emotionally.  She dawned a virginal white nightdress and sat on a chair staring at the tray her mother had sent up.  Her stomach rebelled at the thought of eating, but Mary forced herself to eat a few bites.  Shoving the tray aside, she climbed up into the large bed.  It was just as soft and luxurious as she had remembered.  Had it just been this morning that she was lying in a cold cot in the convent?  It seemed a lifetime ago.  Curling up on her side, she finally let her emotions overwhelm her.  Mary Elizabeth cried herself to sleep.
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   It was still dark when she woke.  Walking over to her pitch-covered window, she leaned against the cold stone wall and watched the sky lighten.  It would be hours before she would be expected to awaken.  Mary climbed back into her bed and, to her surprise, fell asleep again.  The next thing she knew, Rebecca was shaking her awake.  “Wake up Mary!  Today is your wedding day!”  Shuddering, she sat up.  By tonight, she would be a wife.
   Breakfast was a celebration for the family, except for Mary.  She tried to enjoy being home again, but she was terrified of what was to come.  Looking around the table, tears came to her eyes as she realized what she was losing, again.  Her father, George, still had black hair, although the temples had greyed.  His deep brown eyes still shone with mischief.   He looked very debonair.  
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Her mother, Sarah, had grey sprinkled through her thick brown hair as well.  Her green eyes kept looking lovingly at her daughters.  The creases on her face showed her age.  
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Rebecca, who seemed so young, had her curly brown hair tamed to two thick braids.  She had inherited both her father’s eyes, and his penchant for mischief.  
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Lastly, there was Mary.  No one knew where her white-blonde hair had come from, but it was beautiful.  She had her mother’s grass green eyes.  She was taller than her mother, but still shorter than her father.  She smiled at her family and picked at her food.
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   After a leisurely breakfast, she was sequestered to her room.  Her mother had sewn a wedding dress for her, but the last few measurements had to be taken and the last few seams had to be sewn.  Several women from the village had shown themselves to be excellent seamstresses, and all of them were working feverishly at finishing the dress in time.  Time and again, the soft white woolen dress was pulled on, pinned up, and pulled off again.  Finally, Mary was dressed carefully in pretty, soft undergarments, the edges of which were covered in carefully tatted lace.  She was placed on the bed, while a serving wench brought in a tray of lunch.  As the door opened, Mary could hear a loud commotion downstairs.  Several unfamiliar voices floated up to her ears.  Could it be that the Blakes had finally arrived?  Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized that her future had no way of changing.  She pushed the tray away.  There was no way she could eat.  Her stomach was roiling.
   All too soon, the dress was finished.  It was pulled over her head, and laced up her back.  The women murmured in awe of the resplendent bride, and left her alone with her thoughts as her only companions.  She paced back and forth across the room, her nerves making her ill.  Just as she was ready to pull her hair in frustration, someone knocked softly on the door.  As it opened, her father was revealed, tears in his eyes.
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   He took her into his arms.  “Oh my sweet girl!”  He swallowed, trying not to cry.  His baby girl looked so grown up.  “I love you so much, daughter.  John William will make a wonderful husband for you.  He has grown up well, as you have.  Be happy, my girl.”  He kissed her on her cheeks and her forehead then released her.  Mary had tears in her own eyes as she returned his kisses.  She allowed him to take her arm in his and lead her out of the room, straight into her doom.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on August 08, 2006, 05:59:01 pm
Another story!  Thanks, they are always amazing! :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on August 09, 2006, 05:10:42 am
This is a really good story, only just found it, and its great!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Stelio Kontos on August 09, 2006, 11:17:27 pm
Great story!
The only flaw I saw in it was a minor one.Did they have phones back in 1100 A.D?


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Mandie on August 10, 2006, 01:20:54 am
Oh yeah!  Didn't you know?


Title: Chapter 5
Post by: Mandie on August 10, 2006, 04:39:56 am
WARNING: Contains PG13 moments.  

   John straightened his deep red tunic once more.  He was more nervous than he had expected.  Standing at the front of the chapel, his eyes kept darting to the door.  When it finally opened, and an angel appeared in the entryway.  John’s breath caught in his throat.  Her long blonde hair fell in thick braids around her waist, and her long white gown seemed to glow.  As the sunlight hit her, a halo appeared in the air above her head.  He was completely unable to take his eyes off her as she came closer.  To him, she seemed small and fragile, while he was big and strong.  He vowed, in that instant, that he would do everything in his power to make sure his angel was always safe.
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   He took her hand in his, and a shiver ran down his spine.  He smiled down at her, at her cute little nose, and her full red lips.  Lips that he would soon have the right to taste.  Her grass green eyes seemed apprehensive, and John hoped that she wasn’t afraid of him.  He proudly rumbled his vows as the priest commanded.  Then he leaned down to his bride, to take her mouth with his.  As much as he wanted to take it much further, he kept the kiss chaste.  Finally, he was a husband.
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   Mary swallowed past the lump in her throat.  He was absolutely enormous.  He had black hair that curled rakishly around his ears, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen.  Although he had a kind look about him, she knew that looks could be deceiving.  As her father delivered her into his arms, and they stood before the priest, she looked up into his eyes.  She had never seen anyone as tall as he was.  This man seemed to have the power to hurt, and to protect.  As he took her hand in his, a shiver ran down her spine.  The priest started the ceremony, and before she knew it, it was over.  She must have made all the correct replies, but she couldn’t remember any of it.  Her eyes widened as the man kissed her lips.  She was now a wife.
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   For him, the celebration seemed to be never-ending.  His tiny angel sat next to him picking at the food in front of her.  He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, feeding her with his fingers, helping her drink from their shared cup.  He wanted it to be over, to be allowed into her bed.  He wasn’t looking forward to the first time when the elders would watch him take her virginity, but he was looking forward to the rest of their life together.  To watch her belly grow large with his child, and to know that for the rest of his life she would belong to only him.
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   For her, the celebration seemed to fly by.  Her new husband kept feeding her tidbits of food.  She was not hungry, not in the least, but he was being so nice that she ate everything he offered.  She noticed that he would place his lips on the exact place that she had placed hers, and wondered why he did that.  All too soon, for her, the older women took her upstairs to her room.  She was stripped of all her clothes, and put naked into a diaphanous nightdress.  Then she was placed, like an offering, on the large bed.  All the women were talking at once, telling her what was to come.  Mary let the words slide over her mind, terror filling her at the coming event.  The loud boisterous men got closer and closer, finally pouring into the room practically pushing John in front of them.  Cheers erupted from the men as John lowered his hose and climbed on top of her.
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   Apologetically, he raised her gown over her thighs.  He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so the elders would leave and he could make love with his wife on his own time.  Pleasure would have to wait until they didn’t have an audience.  He ran his hands over her legs, gently spreading them enough to fit his body between them.  As he noticed that she was naked beneath the gown, he could feel his member growing with pleasure.  Releasing himself from his drawers, he whispered apologies in her ear as he thrust himself into her moist opening.
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   She had been feeling little frissons rushing down her body, settling in her center.  Her breathing became erratic as she felt his nakedness against hers.  She had been expecting pain, but instead, it was the beginning of pleasure.  Then he apologized, and the pain exploded through her.  Though she had prepared herself for this, it was more than what she had expected.  She felt as if she were being spilt apart.  A tear trickled down her cheek as the crowd loudly celebrated.  He moved inside her.  Once, twice, and then was done.  He pulled his thing from her, leaving a gooey, sticky mess.  Leaning his head against hers, he straightened their clothing before standing and facing the elders.
   “It is done,” he announced softly.  John was mortified.  He had planned on waiting to take his pleasure until she could enjoy it as well, but when he had been enclosed in her tight warm channel, he couldn’t help himself.  Never before had he lasted such a short time.  More than anything, he wanted to shoo everyone away and take his wife again.  She was sure to be sore, and the elders needed to take the soiled sheet to the balustrades so all could view the virginal blood.  He turned to sheepishly face his new bride.  To his consternation, she appeared to be crying.  He gathered her into his arms, and carried her behind the screen where a hot bath was waiting.  “Soak, love.  You’ll feel better.”  He paused, making sure to look her in her eyes.  “I am sorry to have hurt you.”  Turning, he reluctantly left her alone and went to oversee the changing of the sheets.
   Mary ached and was terribly embarrassed.  What a horrible tradition!  When she had children, she would never insist on this, no matter what people said.  Sniffing delicately, she shed her soiled nightgown.  She glared at the bloodstains on it, resolving to burn the thing as soon as she could.  She stepped into the bath and sat down, pulling her knees to her chest.  Wrapping her arms around her knees, she rocked lightly back and forth, unable to fathom suffering that pain every night for the rest of her life.  She wanted to cry, but couldn’t stand the idea of John hearing her, so instead she washed her body, scrubbing her skin until it reddened.
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   John was relieved to hear splashing instead of crying.  At least the first time was over, and she would be able to enjoy herself the next time.  He wanted to make love to her all night.  His hard member certainly agreed with him, but he knew that she would hurt enough on the ride home without his help.  He lay on the freshly made bed, waiting for his wife to finish her bath.  Even if he would not make love to her again, he looked forward to holding her in his arms as they slept.  As he waited, he fell asleep.
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   Mary stayed in the bath until the water had gone cold, and her skin had shriveled.  She didn’t want to face her husband, afraid that he might want to hurt her again.  Resolving herself against the inevitable, she stood, dried off, and dressed herself in the new nightdress waiting on a chair for her.  As she walked around the corner, she was relieved to find her husband asleep in the shadowy candlelight.  Climbing up next to him, she scooted to the edge of the bed, as far away from him as possible.  Blowing the single candle out, she lay in the dark, trying to sleep.  Did she really have to face this pain every night?  Why did women do this, and why did men make them?  Soon, the tears came, and Mary cried herself to sleep again.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Stelio Kontos on August 10, 2006, 10:56:15 am
Quote from: Mandie
Oh yeah!  Didn't you know?


I knew.
It was the United States government that brainwashed me when I made that post.


Title: Chapter 6
Post by: Mandie on August 13, 2006, 02:42:00 pm
WARNING:  PG 13 situations ahead.  

   The sun was shining brightly when she finally woke.  A heavy weight lay across her stomach, and it took a moment to remember where she was.  Her husband lay beside her, his arm holding her against his body.  A large lump nestled between her buttocks, and she was afraid to consider what it was.  Wanting desperately to escape, she started to lift his arm, only to have him groan and stir.  She froze, not wanting to wake him.  He let out a small snort, then started to nuzzle her neck.  Tingles ran down her spine, and the place between her legs began to get wet.  Leaping out of bed, she wrapped herself in the blanket and glared angrily at her sleepy husband.
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   He had been having a marvelous dream.  In fact, his erection still lingered in his drawers as he stared in confusion at his wife.  She seemed angry for some reason, but before he could discuss it with her, someone rapped at the door.  A masculine voice floated through the heavy wood, “I hate to interrupt your morning, John, but we must leave for home soon.”  Sighing, John turned toward his seething bride.
   “I’m afraid my brother is right.  We must get going.”  Mary nodded regally, inwardly hating the idea of climbing back on a horse, especially after last night.  At least she had no packing to do.  All of her new clothes were already on their way to her new home, being sent out first thing this morning.  Picking up the new riding dress, the only thing that had been left behind, Mary slipped behind the screen to dress.
   When she finally emerged, she found herself alone in the room.  Glancing around, she realized that there was nothing left to do but leave.  Walking out of the room and down the stairs, Mary found her family saying goodbye to John’s family.  Silent tears trickled down her cheeks as she too said goodbye to her family.  As the group walked out of the house, John took her hand in his, trying to tell her that everything would be okay.  He lifted her onto her horse as Robert helped his mother.  Then the men mounted up, and the small caravan left the estate.  Mary looked back and lifted her hand as a farewell.
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   John found himself riding next to his wife, trying to learn more about her.  She conducted herself in an intelligent and ladylike manner, and he was proud that she was his wife.  He could easily picture her as chatelaine of his home, and the thought made him grin.  He told her all about himself, his likes and dislikes, and even his hopes and dreams.  She reciprocated, and he was able to learn much about her.  The more he learned, the more pleased he grew.  He was almost able to forget that he had not wanted this marriage to happen.  As she spoke, almost shyly, John found himself feeling guilty about the way he’d taken her virginity.  He vowed that next time he made love to her, she would experience the pleasure as well.
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   The leisurely ride next to her husband was priceless to Mary.  She loved hearing about his life, and the deep timber of his voice sent delightful shivers down her spine.  Sharing her own life with him was much easier than she thought it would be.  They had much in common, and Mary felt that she could easily fall in love with this man.  She was pleased with the idea of spending her life with him, except for that one thing.  Oh, if only mating wasn’t so painful!
   The party stopped briefly for lunch.  Both women were starting to get uncomfortable, and they took the time to walk a bit, talking with each other.  Mary was beginning to like all of her new family, and they liked her as well.  Everyone agreed that Mary and John were perfect for each other.  After they had eaten, the group got back on their horses, much to Mary’s consternation.  She was never going to heal from these last couple of days.  They rode through the afternoon, stopping only when necessary.  Finally, they entered the Blake’s estate.  John excitedly grabbed Mary’s hand as they entered the large gates that surrounded the village.  “We’re home, my love!”  Her eyes darted toward him, unable to believe her ears.  He smiled at her, knowing that he meant every word.
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   The villagers lined the street, shouting and waving as the group passed by.  Mary was a little overwhelmed, as her father’s estate was much smaller.  Refusing to show her fears, she smiled and waved back to everyone.  It would certainly take a while to get used to this.  John watched his wife with pride, pleased at her composure.
   Finally, they reached the main house, a gargantuan stone building that housed the Baron, the Baroness, and their family.  For the next month, Mary would learn her duties from her new mother.  Once she was comfortable with her place as chatelaine, the title would be passed down and the elder Blakes would move into a much smaller house just off the main house.
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   Young stableboys surrounded the party, leading the tired hoses into the stable as each person dismounted.  Then, Mary was led inside.  The large entryway was open and airy.  A massive formal stone staircase led upstairs to the bedrooms.  While most of the family had their quarters on the East Wing, John and Mary would have their privacy in the West Wing.  She wondered briefly if they would share a room like her parents did, or whether they would follow protocol and have adjoining rooms.
   As she was led up the staircase, and down the hall, Mary tried to memorize the paths that they took.  It would be a while before she remembered her way around these hallways.  John led her into a large room.  A massive bed took up almost half of the room.  On the other side sat a large wardrobe and a screen, presumably hiding a tub.  An older woman was bustling around the wardrobe, putting away the rest of Mary’s clothing.  Closing the doors, she curtseyed and left the newlyweds alone.
   As soon as they were alone, John took her into his arms, unable to keep his hands off his bride any longer.  Running his hands down her side, he reached her buttocks and gently squeezed the round mounds.  The same shivery feeling she had begun to experience the night before and this morning returned, but Mary was still frightened of the pain she knew was going to come.
   Angling his head, he lightly kissed her red pouty lips, reveling in her sweet taste.  Running his hand back up her side, he gently kneaded her breast.  She moaned, her senses whirling.  Backing her up until her knees hit the bed, John then lifted her into air and placed her on the soft mattress.  He climbed up next to her, and continued the gentle assault on her senses.  His kisses made her temperature rise, and she found herself panting as he touched her body.
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   As his hand stroked her cheek, ran down her aching breast, and stopped on her heated feminine mound, heat furled in the bottom of her belly and her hips automatically arched.  He slowly released the buttons of her riding dress, kissing the skin he revealed.  Soon, she was left in only her undergarments but hotter than she had ever been before.  Her embarrassment was gone, and she reached for him, longing to touch him as well.  He stood, and shed his clothes.  Mary watched, her mouth watering as he revealed his golden body.  Crisp black hairs ran in a line pointing the way to his hardening shaft.  Blushing, Mary brought her eyes back to his face, only to find him grinning at her.  He got back on the bed, and quickly divested her of her remaining clothes.
   As he revealed her rose tipped breasts, he couldn’t stop himself from taking one of the stiff nipples in his mouth.  She bucked her hips and mewled, damp heat pooling in between her legs.  As he moved his body between her legs, he could smell her desire.  He longed to taste her sweet honey, but knew that she would not be ready for that yet.
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   Taking her lips with his, he pushed a finger into her body, pleased with the vast amount of moisture he found.  Her eyes met his, and she bit her lip, preparing herself for the pain.  Removing his hand, he pushed his pulsating organ into her moist cavity.  To Mary’s surprise, there was no pain, just a feeling of being filled.  As he thrust his hips in and out, she actually began to feel pleasure.  This is why people did this!  Why hadn’t the nuns told them of this?  Then all thoughts fled as John reached between their bodies to touch her hard little nub.  She gasped as stars exploded behind her eyes and she was pushed over the peak.  The clenching of her inner muscles milked John’s member until he too climaxed, spurting his seed into her womb.  
   Little did they know, as they fell asleep in each other’s arms, that this night would change their lives.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 14, 2006, 12:34:43 pm
woah.
hmm change their lives eh? I BET SHE IS PREGNANT! maybe


Title: Chapter 7
Post by: Mandie on August 15, 2006, 02:49:41 pm
The next month was a busy time for the two of them.  Mary spent her days learning how to take care of the house and village, while John spent his with his father.  Their nights were spent together, pleasing each other in new ways and old.  Finally the day came when the title was passed down.  The entire village celebrated, and the party lasted for almost a week.  When the hype finally died down, the elder Blakes moved out of the main house.
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   Mary fell into her place easily, and happily worked hard at being the new Baroness.  Two weeks later, Robert came home with a wife.  To everyone’s complete surprise, and consternation, he had married Sally, John’s former mistress.  The entire house was in an uproar, until Mary stepped in.  Robert had the right to get married, as he wasn’t promised to anyone else.  Why should everyone be so upset that he had found his true love?  John was astounded by Mary’s graciousness, especially considering who she was.  To everyone’s great surprise, the two women became fast friends, sharing in the household duties.
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   About a month later, the two of them were doing their personal laundry.  Sally was washing her monthly cloths in the scrubbing pan.  Mary realized that she had not had her monthly since she had arrived.  Excitedly, she waited until John came home to tell him the good news.  They were going to be parents.  Happiness spread throughout the village as everyone found out the happy news.
   As her belly grew, so did her husband’s love for her.  He would happily rub her sore muscles, and would talk to his unborn child.  Mary laughed at his eagerness, but had to admit she was excited too.  Mary’s family came often, particularly her mother and sister, visiting for a few days each month.  Everything was going well.
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   On All Hallow’s Eve, the men rode off in search of a wolf that had been terrorizing the village.  Sally and Mary had been told to stay inside, as the pagan celebration was not something ladies involved themselves in.  The two women sat at the heavy kitchen table, crushing herbs in order to make soap.  The house was quiet, the servants were all celebrating with their families, and John’s parents had left for the day visiting a very sick friend.
   “I...I think I may be pregnant.”  Sally’s announcement took Mary off guard.  She looked up to see the pure joy shining from her friend’s eyes.
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   “Oh Sally!  How wonderful!”  Laying her hand over the other woman’s, she squeezed gently.  “Our children can grow up together!  Does Robert know?”
   “No, not yet.  I wanted to be sure before telling him, but I just had to tell someone.”  Sally smiled and lay her hand on her still flat tummy.
   “Well, I won’t say anything until you are ready.” Mary’s smile disappeared as a sharp pain rippled through the lower part of her back, rolling around to her front.  “No!”  Mary’s wail filled the empty kitchen as she realized what was happening.
   Sally looked up, startled and unsure of what was going on.  “Is everything all right, Mary?  What’s wrong?”
   One word.  One word changed the atmosphere from worry to dread.  One word that would change the family forever.  “Baby!”
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   In a flurry of activity, Sally bustled Mary up to bed.  Racing back downstairs, she looked into the herbarium.  What could she use to stop the baby from coming?  Wringing her hands, she wished she had paid more attention to what herb did what.  In pure desperation, she mixed together Angelica leaves, which was supposed to cure all sorts of illnesses, Chamomile leaves, which helps settle the nerves, and Cloves, which are painkillers.
   By the time that Sally returned to the room, Mary was out of her mind with pain.  Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and she screamed each time the pain gripped her.  Sally tried in vain to get her to drink some of the tea.  Tears running down her cheeks, she wished that someone would return home who knew more than she did.  Using cool compresses, she tried to make Mary as comfortable as she could.  She was becoming desperately afraid that if anyone did arrive, it would be too late.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 15, 2006, 03:50:38 pm
haha cant get nothin past me lol nice job!


Title: Chapter 8
Post by: Mandie on August 16, 2006, 06:18:47 pm
Earlier that same morning, much earlier, Rebecca sat up in bed.  Something was going to happen.  A feeling of dread filled the girl’s heart.  Sometimes she had these feelings, and usually they were right.  No one knew about them but the family, in fear that Rebecca would be labeled a witch.  She concentrated on her feeling for a moment, trying to feel where it was coming from.  Her eyes flew open, and she bolted out of bed, racing to her parent’s room.  “Mother!”  The harsh whisper floated over the sleeping couple, waking the older woman.  Blinking sleepily, she looked at her daughter.  “Mary needs us.  Please, Mama, we need to go to Mary.”
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   Long ago, Sarah had learned to listen to Rebecca’s feelings.  Although it might not be proper to go out on All Hallow’s Eve, she had no doubt that her older daughter would need her this day.  Waking her husband, she requested a small contingency of soldiers be made ready.  The two women quickly dressed and packed a few items and left the house.  By the time that Sally was desperate for help, they were just outside the village gates.

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   Sally sat beside the bed, tears running down her cheeks as she watched her dear friend going through so much pain.  Downstairs, the front door opened, and the Marbourne women entered the house.  Mary’s scream echoed through the entryway, and the two of them dropped their things on the floor and raced up to Mary’s room.  Sarah’s eyes took in the situation in moments.
   “Aniseed oil might calm the cramps.”  Sally looked up in gratitude.  Running from the room, she found the vial of oil sitting on a shelf in the herbarium.  Grabbing it, she rushed back to the room to find the other women holding Mary down as yet another pain ripped through her.
   Sally massaged the oil into the hardened belly, hoping that she had done it in time.  Unfortunately, Mary was too far gone, and the next contraction broke her bag of waters.  “It is too late.”  Sarah’s voice was filled with sorrow.  “We must deliver the baby, and hope God sees fit to save them both.”
   Throughout the morning and into the afternoon, Mary’s labor continued.  Finally, with a groan, her small stillborn son was delivered into the world.  Sarah sadly handed the small body to Sally, who went to wash him off.  The elder Blakes returned home only to find sadness and devastation.  Charlotte took over the care of her grandson, while Baron John sent his men out to find his son.  The small body was dressed carefully in his father’s christening gown, and laid in a small box on the floor of the dining room.  A priest would be called to bless the body, and then he would be laid to rest in the family crypt.
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   John was found fairly quickly, and he raced home, unaware of the death of his son.  His thoughts and prayers were with his wife.  “Oh God, not Mary!  Don’t take my Mary!”  The prayerful mantra ran through his head over and over until he was finally by her side.  He knelt next to the woman that he loved, tears in his eyes.  “Oh Mary!  I am so sorry I wasn’t here for you!”  Her took her pale limp hand in his and brought it to his trembling lips.
   A powerful fever came over Mary, weakening her body.  All she wanted to do was follow her son into eternal sleep.  The only thing that was holding her back was the need to talk with her husband.  Day turned into night, and Mary had still not regained consciousness.
   John was left alone with his wife, the others giving them their privacy.  He bent low over the bed, praying that she would waken, that everything would be all right.  A small groan got his attention, and he looked up to see Mary looking back at him.
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   “Oh my Love!  I love you so.”  He had tears in his eyes as he gently caressed her lips with his.  “I’m glad you are awake.”
   “Not for long now.”  She whispered, realizing the truth of the matter.
   “Hush, now!”  Please don’t say that!”  He couldn’t picture his life without her.  Surely she wouldn’t leave him alone!
   Mary smiled wanly at her husband.  “We were meant to be together you know.”  Her voice was weak and scratchy.
   “Hush, Love.  Save your strength.”  A tear rolled from John’s eye.  He couldn’t stand the idea of losing her.  Only together could they overcome the death of their son.
   She shook her head.  “Not much time left, now.”  She took his chin and made him look at her.  “I will find you.  Sometime, in another life perhaps, I will find you.”  She sighed.  The weight on her chest seemed to grow ever heavier.  The pain was almost unbearable, and Mary wanted to embrace oblivion.  Darkness invaded her sight, and she knew that the end had come.  “I...will find . . . you . . . ”  The whisper was barely audible as the life left her body.
   John sobbed over his wife’s body.  “I’ll wait for you, my love.  No matter how long it takes.  I’ll wait.”  As Sarah tried to pry him away, he couldn’t seem to let go.  
   “Come now, John.  It’s over now.”  His mother-in-law had tears in her eyes as well.  She couldn’t believe her eldest daughter was gone.  She led him away, taking him to another bedroom.  She left him to his mourning, sobbing away on his pillow.  Rolling her sleeves up, she walked back into the sickroom, trying to prepare herself for the task ahead.  Rebecca was already in there, standing by her sister’s head.  “This is not the place for you, young lady.”
   “Now, Mama,”  The girl sighed, “No one else loved her the way that I did.  This is my way to say goodbye.  Please let me stay.”  As usual, her daughter made sense.  Sally quietly lay her hand on Sarah’s arm.  The three of them reverently prepared the body for burial, tears flowing freely down their faces.  
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   The night was long, but morning finally arrived.  John stood in the cold air, watching as the coffins of his wife and son were laid to rest in the family crypt.  He felt as if his life had ended.  No happiness, no warmth.  Only darkness and cold.  His hands clenched into fists.  How could he have let this happen?  How could they be gone?  The son he would never know, and the wife he could never forget.
   Rebecca gently laid her hand on his arm.  “From now on, the eldest daughter in our family will be named Mary Elizabeth.  She will never be forgotten.”  He smiled down at her, touched by the effort on her part.  Mary would be remembered until the end of time.  
   When the crypt had been closed, John allowed himself to be led away.  His own family followed, trying to lend their strength, but he could not bring himself to care.  He closed himself in his study, and sat alone in the dark with only his thoughts as companions.
   As the day faded, Robert finally approached the study, unable to let John be alone any longer.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you, Brother.”  He sat in a chair in front of the desk.  He had never seen John like this.  He seemed like a shell of the vibrant man he knew.
   “I’m leaving tonight.”  John finally looked up.  Robert nodded, he had almost been expecting this.  “I go to help King Henry fight.  There is much unrest between him and his brother.  I don’t think I will return from this.”
   Robert swallowed, an odd ache in his throat at the thought of his brother dead somewhere.  “I will not let you be forgotten.  Every eldest son in our family will be named John William.  Your memory will live on.”
   John smiled sadly.  “Maybe my namesake and Mary’s will meet again one day.”  He stood and clasped arms with his brother.  Then he turned and walked out of the room.  After packing a saddlebag, he left the house.  It wasn’t his home, not anymore.  His home, his heart, lay in a darkened crypt.  Well, he would be joining her soon enough.
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   February 1, 1101: King Henry’s brother, Robert, attacks, hoping to steal the crown.  After the ferocious battle, many lay dead on either side.  One of those bodies, lying on the battlefield, had an oddly peaceful expression on his face.  As if he had finally found his way home.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 17, 2006, 12:19:00 pm
omg. please update!!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on August 17, 2006, 01:15:01 pm
Oh no! You can't leave it like this :(


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Mandie on August 17, 2006, 02:34:14 pm
Don't worry, this was only part one.  :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 17, 2006, 06:56:30 pm
hmmm *thinks about what will happen next*
please update!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on August 17, 2006, 07:38:57 pm
Wow! Awesome story Mandie... I must read more! I recently studied the middle ages and so forth in school so I'm still quite fascinated with stories in this time period. Keep going! ^^

I love what she thinks during their second meeting in bed:

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Why hadn’t the nuns told them of this?

xD


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on August 17, 2006, 08:52:03 pm
Aw, man, you made me tear up!  Awesome story! :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: pinkpsyche on August 18, 2006, 02:18:00 am
It's so sad but happy at the same time... I love your story! I just found it two days ago and I love your story telling! Thank you so much.... :-)


Title: Chapter 9
Post by: Mandie on August 20, 2006, 01:03:12 pm
April 15, 2100: A soft green light filled the sleeping pod.  A gentle feminine voice filtered through the speakers, “Sleep time has ended.  Please exit the capsule now.”  With a click and a hiss, the pod opened, and Mael opened her eyes to face the new day.
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   Yawning, she ambled across the buttery soft carpet to the sonic shower room.  Stretching, she stepped onto the soft pads and pushed a button.  The blue rays zipped and tingled across her skin, slowly waking her up.  Padding back across her bedroom, she slipped on her enviro-suit and mentally programmed a clinging halter top and a short skirt.  Opening her closet, she bit her finger while trying to decide what shoes to wear.  Finally she decided on a pair of six inch stilettos, and slipped them on her feet.  Smiling, she left the room, prepared for the new day.
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   The long line of cubicles seemed to rattle with all the snoring coming from them.  A piercing alarm went off ion one of them, unheard by the other sleepers.  Jowil snorted as she rolled over, smashing his head against the wall as he searched for the button to turn off the noise drilling through his head.  Groaning, he wiggled out of his assigned cubicle, grousing about the size of his sleeping chamber.  A man of his size just doesn’t fit in those tiny boxes.
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   Yawning widely, he ambled across the cold wooden floor and stumbled into the shower room.  The construction camp was woefully behind the times, and all the men still had to wash with water.  Jowil was the only one who really didn’t mind, though.  He enjoyed the sting of the hot water hitting his skin.  Finishing his shower, he dried off then pulled on his government-issued enviro-suit.  Definitely not top of the line, it only had a few items of clothing to choose from.  Ah, well, it covered the body.  Jowil didn’t care much about clothes anyway.  He mentally programed his typical shirt and jeans, then laced up his work boots.  Grabbing his head gear, he clomped out of the room, ready to begin his day.
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   Mael stopped by the kitchen table, popping a grape into her mouth.  Smiling, she watched her mother bustling around the kitchen preparing breakfast.  “You are so old fashioned, Mom,” she chided lovingly, “Why won’t you use the replicator I had installed?”
   “Now Mael, you know I believe that meals prepared with love just taste better.”  The older woman shrugged.  “I’m just used to doing it this way.”
   Mael sighed.  She didn’t know why she still tried.  Her mother was stuck back in the twenty-first century.  Slipping onto a silver barstool, she watched her mother with a wry expression.
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   “I’ve been thinking about Mary Elizabeth this morning.”  Mael had heard stories about her namesake since she was tiny.  Maybe it was because they shared a birthday as well as a name, but Mael had always felt a strange sort of kinship toward the medieval woman.  Somehow, she knew what she thought, how she had felt.  “You know how she and John were soul mates,” her mother continued, “And I’ve always felt her soul was out there looking for his.  That feeling lessened somewhat the day you were born, but has increased in the past week.  Maybe it’s just because it’s your birthday.  It’s as if some tremendous event is on the cusp of happening.”  Mael stayed silent.  She had been having the same feelings, and it was a little disturbing to hear someone else had been feeling it too.  Something big was definitely in the wind.

   Jowil glared at the replicator in the large cafeteria.  “Coffee,” he repeated slowly for the tenth time.  If the order didn’t go through this time, he would be held responsible for his actions.
   “Processing . . . processing . . . unable to process order, please repeat.”  Growling, Jowil kicked the infernal machine.  This new version of the replicator had been giving him problems ever since it had arrived.  Why couldn’t he go back in time to a place where people didn’t rely on machines?  That feminine voice drove him nuts every morning.  It was as if she enjoyed taunting him.  It was definitely a voice he couldn’t forget.
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   “Coffee!”  He roared.  This time the order went through, and he gave it one last glare as he took his hot coffee to a table.  Plunking down into one of the chairs, he swallowed a mouthful of the hot black liquid.  Lately, he’d been feeling antsy, unable to concentrate on anything.  It was probably a good thing his job didn’t take many brain cells to do.  For some reason, John William was on his mind.  The man had always seemed more like a friend than a long dead namesake.  Every morning, as he argued with the replicator, a strange heavy feeling would enter his soul.  That feeling would end up sticking with him throughout the day.  What it was, he didn’t know, but he did know that something big was in the wind.

   Mael chewed on a pancake while her mother eyed her.  “Are you positive you don’t want butter or fresh syrup?”
   Swallowing, she nodded.  “I don’t keep this figure by eating butter and syrup, Mom.”  She was proud of her tiny waist, her high breasts, and her trim hips.  Flipping her long red silky hair over her shoulder, she hopped off the stool.  After smoothing her skirt over her thighs, she then turned and grabbed her purse from the shelf.  “If I don’t hurry, I’ll be late.  I’ve still got to pick Joe up.  I’ll see you tonight.”
   “You’re too thin anyway.”  Her mother was still muttering as she walked out the door.  "Men like a woman with meat on her bones!”
   Ugh!  Any man that preferred chunky women was definitely not for her.  As she opened the door to her private shuttle, she went over her list of requirements for a man.  He had to be rich.  Mael wasn’t a gold digger, far from it as she had accumulated quite a mini fortune for herself.  She just wanted to make sure that a guy would like her for her, and not her money.  She preferred tall thin men who took pride in how they looked.  Sighing, she pressed a few buttons on the auto pilot, and leaned back in her seat as the shuttle came to life and floated out of the bay.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 21, 2006, 03:40:03 pm
hmm interesting didnt expect that lol


Title: Chapter 10
Post by: Mandie on August 21, 2006, 03:43:42 pm
Jowil finished his coffee in record time.  Now that he was really awake, he started getting hungry.  Stomping over to the replicator, he glared at the blinking lights.  “Three eggs, over easy.  Four slices of toast, buttered.  Hash browns and orange juice.”  Closing his eyes, he prayed that he wouldn’t have to spend the next twenty minutes ordering breakfast.
   “Processing, processing, order complete.”  Jowil almost shouted with relief.  Grabbing his plate, he looked it over to make sure it was right, then sat back down at the table to eat.  Some of the other workers were trickling in, ordering food, and sitting at the tables.  No one joined him, much to his relief.  He wasn’t antisocial, he just had a lot on his mind.
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   As he started to shovel the crispy hash browns into his mouth, he realized that he really loved food.  Any food, all food.  He required hundreds of calories a day to keep his physique up to par.  He ended up working all those calories into muscle between his labor intensive job and working out at the gym.  Funny how no matter how much time passed, people hadn’t found a better way to gain muscle than good hard work.
   He had just finished his breakfast, when he heard a horrible crunch.  Looking up, he saw that the replicator was smoking.  He laughed under his breath.  That would serve the company for being so cheap.  The boss, Jorge, chose that moment to walk in the door.  Openmouthed, the men all watched in anticipation of a blow up.  Instead of getting angry, however, he calmly called the company for a technician.  Walking over to Jowil, he smiled.  “You won’t mind waiting for the tech, will you Mr. Blake?”
   What could Jowil say but, “No sir.”  Inwardly seething, he watched as his compatriots left for the day.  Figuring he was in for a long wait, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
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   The shuttle came to a stop in front of a small glass house.  A friendly face appeared on the contact screen.  “Running a little late again, Mael?”  Joe laughed.
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   “Shut up, Joe.  Just get your butt out here.”  Mael growled playfully.  The two had been friends since childhood, and they seemed to always be arguing for the pure fun of it.
   The passenger door slid open, and Joe slipped into the seat.  Her wide lips curled into a smile as she leaned over to kiss Mael on the cheek.  “Let’s get outta here, babe.”
   Mael smiled at her best friend as she punched in the coordinates for work.  The two girls had been friends since they had been tiny, and if it hadn’t been for Joe, Mael would never have come out of her shell.  Joe was the only one who knew of her recent strange feelings, although she tended to dismiss them more than Mael did.  Joe gave her an odd look out of the corner of her eye, but continued to banter back and forth with Mael until the shuttle floated to a top outside of RepCorp.  Mael didn’t think anything more of it as they exited the shuttle and walked into the building.
   Their secretary, Blair, met them in the large entryway.  She was in a rare panic.  “Mael,” she gasped, “The mobile unit is malfunctioning.”
   Mael groaned.  When she’d come up with the idea of a smaller, more mobile replicator, she had hoped that everyone would want one in their home where the large unit might not fit.  The old unit she had designed was six feet by six feet, while the new one was about the size of a modern refrigerator.  It had been a novel idea, and one unit was produced for testing purposes.  Mael had given it to the city’s largest construction camp, knowing that if it worked under harsh conditions like that, individual homes would be no problem at all.  It had been giving her quite a few headaches since then, the breakdowns making no sense at all.  It looked like she was going to have to make yet another trip out to the camp.
   Her hands started to get sweaty.  She felt so much more comfortable in front of her computer than around strangers.  Being a childhood prodigy was wonderful when it came to her finances, but not so much when it came to dealing with people.  All the more reason for Joe to be the face of RepCorp.
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   Although Mael had invented the original replicator fifteen years ago, the company had only been around for ten.  She’d only been twelve when her tinkering had paid off, but her mother insisted that she finish school before going public.  Mael had done one better, and by the time she was seventeen, two master’s degrees hung on her wall.  When Joe graduated from highschool, Mael had approached her with the idea of being the face of RepCorp, and the two girls started the business together.  Joe was comfortable in her executive office in the public eye while Mael preferred to hide behind her computer, improving her product.
   Joe smacked her shoulder, shaking her out of her revery.  Smoothing her skirt, Mael smiled nervously.  “I guess I’ll get my tools and head down to the camp then.”  After retrieving her bag, she slid back into her shuttle.  Her hands were shaking as she punched in the coordinates.  She had no idea why she was so nervous.  True, she wasn’t good with people, but she had never been quite this shaky.
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   As soon as Mael had left, Joe’s smile faded.  If Mael were to figure out what she was doing, her plans would be over.  Stalking toward her private elevator, she thought of the phone call she had received this morning.  Her people were starting to get results, thanks mainly in part to the combined efforts of the two companies.  Maybe she should think about making a phone call herself.  Afterall, Mael was heading toward a dangerous part of the city.  What a tragedy if she were to have an accident.  Ironic really, that her life would end on the day of her birth.
   Her foot tapped anxiously as she waited for the doors to open to her enormous office.  She was through with being just the face of this company.  Joe wanted it all.  The fame, the money, and all of the power.  Everyone thought that Mael was so smart, but she had never figured out that Joe had been sabotaging her efforts to create anything new.  Her people had been working day and night trying to reverse engineer the original replicator with little results until combining efforts with another company trying to do the same thing.  If this newer, smaller model were to surface, it would set the team back so far, they would never get ahead.  Yes, it had to be today, before Mael figured things out or worked all the kinks out of the machine.  Smiling slightly, she picked up her non-tracable communicator.  She had just the guys for the job.
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   Moments later she was placing the communicator back in its hidden vault.  The stiffness in her shoulders started to loosen.  Now all she had to do was wait.  No one had ever been able to escape the alien off-worlders, and they had no problems killing people so they made wonderful assassins.  A tendril of guilt flitted through her mind, but she ruthlessly shoved it away.  She couldn’t spare any feeling for her old friend, not if she truly wanted it all.  Besides, it was too late for guilt.  Pushing away from the desk, she walked over to the huge wall of windows.  Staring down at the bustling city below, she lay one hand on the cold clear glass.  “Goodbye, Mael,” she whispered.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 21, 2006, 04:02:39 pm
WoW.
You are truely talented!


Title: Chapter 11
Post by: Mandie on August 22, 2006, 09:48:51 pm
An odd whirring sound came from the shuttle as it stopped in the camp’s shuttle bay.  A horrible burning smell filtered through the vents, and Mael groaned.  It was obvious that her little shuttle had just breathed its last.  Why today?  A day that had started out so nice and calming had wound up being a big pain in her neck.  Worse yet that it was her birthday.  She looked forward to celebrating later with her mother and Joe, and she refused to let anything get her down.  Forcing a smile to her lips, she grabbed her tools and pranced across the nearly empty bay in her ridiculous heels.  If she’d known that she was going to be working, she would have worn more sensible shoes.
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   As she opened the door to the large building, she could hear a loud rumbling sound coming from the cafeteria.  Usually, someone was right here to meet her, but she couldn’t see anyone today.  Shrugging, she headed down the hall toward the sound.  Surely it wasn’t the replicator making that noise!  What was wrong with that stupid thing now?  Walking into the large cafeteria, she found a large man slouched on a chair snoring.  He wasn’t someone she would normally look at twice, he was much too large and masculine, but for some reason her breath caught in her throat and her heart seemed to skip a beat.  Shaking her head at her odd reactions, she touched his arm.  “Excuse me, sir.  I’m here to fix the replicator.”
   A soft voice filtered through his consciousness.  He had been dreaming about John William again.  The dreamer and the dream murmured together, “Mary.”  Jowil, still stuck in his dream, wrapped his arms around the source of the voice and kissed her soundly.
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   Mael responded to the kiss for one moment before reality intruded.  She pulled away and slapped the man across his face.  Looking mussed and well kissed, she glared at him in confusion.
   Jowil snapped awake, his hand cradling his stinging cheek.  Gazing into the greenest eyes he had ever seen, he muttered an apology.  The woman nodded as she wrapped her arms around her stomach and stepped away from him.  Standing, he offered his hand saying, “I’m Jowil Blake.”
   Mael placed her hand in his massive palm.  He was built more like those terrifying off-worlders than like most human men.  She looked up to see a pair of hauntingly blue eyes staring back.  “Mael Winter.  I’m here to fix the replicator.”
   She didn’t look like the typical technician type.  Not with that flat tummy, that luscious butt, and those f**k-me heels.  There was something oddly familiar about her voice, although he knew he had never met her before.  Nodding, he led her over to the flashing machine.  As she opened her bag and pulled out a small screwdriver, he figured it out.  “You’re the voice.”  She looked up in confusion.  “The voice on the replicator.”
   A blush heated her cheeks as she nodded.  No one had ever picked up on that before.  Not even Joe had realized it.  As she took the front panel off, revealing the wires and sensors inside, she kept glancing toward the man.  What was it about him that appealed to her?  She wasn’t sure, but something deep inside her called out for him.  Deliberately, she pushed her feelings away.  The faster she could finish her job, the faster she could go back to her normal life and leave him far behind.
   He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Normally she should have been too skinny for his tastes.  Certainly, she reeked of money.  Even he could tell that her enviro-suit had customized high-end fabrics, and those cost money.  He should have been turned off by her flamboyancy, but something deep inside him called out for her.  He turned away, dropping back into his chair.  Hopefully, she would finish soon and leave, letting him go back to his normal comfortable life.
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   Fate had finally brought them together again.  The souls called out for each other, but these people stubbornly resisted.  Couldn’t they see they were meant for each other?  Anguish filled the old souls, knowing that if this chance passed them by, they might not be able to find each other again.  They were powerless to prevent the separation, but fate was about to give them a hand.

   P’klan smiled as he turned the communicator off.  He hated the boredom that came with unemployment, although most of his jobs weren’t much better.  Ah well, even an easy job was better than nothing, and now he had a new one.  P’klar would be pleased once he was told.  The T’kl brothers were renowned for their abilities to kill without remorse.  They had never been caught, and they enjoyed their work.  Curling his hand around his communicator, he looked down at the woman’s picture and etched it into his mind.  Chuckling, he contacted his brother.  By the time this Earth day had ended, the woman would be dead.  He only wished that someday someone would actually make him work.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: J-Jay64 on August 22, 2006, 10:33:34 pm
ahhh! *screams as her eyes fall to the bottom of the web page* no more story to read!!
xD just kiddin. good job so far, keep it up :D


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on August 23, 2006, 02:18:09 am
Woo! I can't wait to red the next parts! Great new part to the story, update soon!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on August 23, 2006, 06:33:41 am
Ww, well that was kinda unexpected :) Can't wait for the next bit, this is great, and you are really talented.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on August 23, 2006, 08:38:25 am
Aaaaah this is so good! Write more soon!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 23, 2006, 06:28:02 pm
WoW
This is great im adicted to this story but im abit confused who the big grey guy witht the belly ring is


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: pinkpsyche on August 24, 2006, 02:46:20 am
I LOVE your storytelling!!!!! Where on Earth did you get her outfit? Those heels are so sexy!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Mandie on August 24, 2006, 11:54:17 am
I am so happy you are enjoying it.  The big grey guy is the alien off-worlder hired to kill Mael.  As far as the outfit, the mesh (http://www.sim2-fashion.de/datenbank/include.php?path=content/download.php&contentid=582&PHPKITSID=be61039008a9ac787bd32d8fb36b71f6) can be found at sims-2-fashions, by Biene.  The recolor is my own.  Thanks you so much for all the wonderful FB.  I really love it.  :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 24, 2006, 07:10:02 pm
thank you for the wonderful story I rele love it ! lol


Title: Chapter 12
Post by: Mandie on August 25, 2006, 01:04:35 am
Mael groaned softly as she placed the cover back on the machine and sat up, several bones in her spine cracking back into place.  Pressing the reset button, she was pleased to see the lights blinking correctly again.  “Vanilla coffee, extra cream, extra sugar.”  As the order completed, she grinned at her unwanted companion.  “Well, that should do it.”  She quickly placed her tools back in her bag and stood, grabbing her coffee.  Hopefully she would never see this man again.  Mael was too content with her life to be confused by this guy.  Although, even as she though about it, something inside her seemed to scream.
   He’d tried not to stare at her, but something drew his eyes back to her again and again.  As soon as she left, he could go back to work and forget all about her.  As he though about it, however, something inside seemed to roar in protest.  Always the gentleman, he walked her to the bay.  A hot pink shuttle waited in the bay.  He grimaced, the truth of his previous observations glaringly obvious in the bright lights of the bay.
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   As the two walked forward, Mael remembered that her shuttle was broken.  Laying her hand on Jowil’s arm, she stopped him from going any further.  “I forgot that my shuttle isn’t working right now.  It broke down when I got here.  If I can call a taxi and just leave it here, I’ll send my mechanic over to pick it up once I get back to the office.”  Horribly embarrassed that she had forgotten, and uncomfortable with the idea she had to spend more time with this man, she turned back toward the building with a red face.
   Stifling a groan, Jowil turned with her.  Behind them, a hollow thunk echoed through the air.  Instinctively, Jowil grabbed Mael by the waist and rolled away on the ground.  A huge explosion shook the building, and a ball of fire engulfed the small shuttle.  Mael opened her mouth to scream, but Jowil was quick to clamp his hand over her mouth.  Shuttles didn’t just explode, and if he was correct, that sound had been a projectile weapon.  Someone was here, and he was not going to allow either of them to be the next victim.  He’d thought that he’d left this life far behind him, but here he was, thrust back into it.  If they were going to survive, they needed to get out of here.
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   Without speaking, he gestured toward a small side door nearby.  Making the sign to stay low, and hoping the maddening redhead understood, he crouched as he pulled her along toward the exit.  As they entered the sunlight, he could hear rustling back in the shuttle bay.  Looking around, his trained eyes quickly picked out all the potential dangers.  He had to get the two of them somewhere safe so they could talk.  Racing through the large open area, he dragged Mael behind him.  She was actually doing fairly well keeping up.
   Mael was terrified, and confused.  What caused that explosion and why were they running from it?  As Jowil lead her away from the construction camp, she realized that he was no ordinary construction worker.  There was something more to him.  As soon as he stopped, she was going to find out what it was.
   He pulled her along the streets of the city, dodging between buildings and ducking behind cars, heading unerringly toward an old safe house he knew of.  Once there, they would have a little while to figure out who was after them and why.  They would be able to plan their escape.
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   She’d never walked on the city streets, especially not in these parts.  Her sheltered upbringing was crashing down around her ears.  Finally, as her lungs and legs were starting to burn, they reached a dirty brick apartment building.  Parts of it were crumbling, and a sign warned trespassers away.  Mael tried to pull away, afraid for her safety.  Jowil smiled reminding her that not everything was what it appeared.  Glaring suspiciously at the back of his head, she followed him into the gloom.
   A long dark hallway stretched in front of them with another doorway at the end.  This one was made of heavy steel with a keypad and an optical scanner.  Jowil quickly punched in his code and scanned his eyes, hoping his data was still in the system.  With a click and a hiss, the latch released and the door opened.  Pulling Mael into the room, he pushed the door shut and flipped on the lights.
   Bright lights flooded the large white room, revealing desks with computers and lockers filled with weapons.  Jowil waved his hand toward one of the desks, suggesting, “Have a seat.  We need to talk.”
   Breathing heavily, Mael flopped into a chair and slipped her shoes off her feet.  Groaning with relief, she rubbed her sore arches.  “Okay,” she finally replied, “What is going on?”
   He looked at her, an odd knowledgeable look in his eyes.  “Why don’t you tell me?”  He retorted, “I’m nobody.”  Not any more at least.  “Why is someone trying to kill you?”
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: J-Jay64 on August 25, 2006, 04:21:18 am
nweh! more more more! xD
this is good, keep it up :D i was trying to look for your other stories but the search function was stuffing up


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on August 25, 2006, 11:28:39 am
need more!!!!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on August 27, 2006, 01:11:40 am
-drools- Must.. read.. more!!! Please update quickly, I don't think I can handle much more waiting for this story! It's so good!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 27, 2006, 11:50:29 am
oooh now hes gonna be her Big Strong Man!!! lol
Great Story


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on August 27, 2006, 02:28:24 pm
Whee!  An adventure!  This story just keeps getting better!


Title: Chapter 13
Post by: Mandie on August 29, 2006, 08:19:04 pm
Mael’s mouth dropped open.  Kill her?  Ha, no one was after her.  He couldn’t fool her.  “I don’t have any enemies!”  Her voice squeaked with a mixture of indignation and fear.  “You aren’t normal.  You’re probably the one with a past.  Who are you anyway?  And don’t try lying to me.”
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   Jowil pondered that idea for a moment.  True, he had a deeper past than she did, but there wasn’t anyone left alive to hold a grudge.  “I was an AERO, but that life was left behind a couple of years ago.  My team was attacked, and one of my men was killed.  Although it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t want to be responsible for someone else’s life.  I still don’t.”  He shifted uncomfortably.  He hated talking about himself, especially about his past.
   Smiling with relief, Mael said, “So you’re more likely the one to have enemies.  I’m just a computer geek who got lucky.  Who would want to kill me?”  She laughed shakily.
   Jowil shook his head, almost wishing it was he they were after.  He knew how to disappear, as proven by his previous disappearance.  “I’m afraid not, babe.  I left all my enemies off world, and it’s practically impossible to travel from space anymore.  Besides, it wasn’t my shuttle that they blew up.  Have you been approached by any buyout offers or jealous competitors?”
   Mael blanched.  Earth had pretty much closed entries from off-worlders after the initial influx.  Aliens had caused a lot of problems when they arrived, immediately accepting jobs as hired killers.  Now it was very hard to get onto earth unless you were already here.  “No, none.”  She answered finally.  Her closest competitor, Household Helpers, was a company that specialized in devices for the home.  She presumed that they were trying to make their own replicator, but they had never contacted her.  Surely Joe would have told her if they had.  All at once, she wished she had paid more attention to what was going on in her own company.  Somehow, she had to contact Joe.  She would know what to do.
   His confession finally sunk in, and her head jerked around so she could stare at him.  “Wait, did you say you were an AERO?  As in the Advanced Elite Recon Officers?  I thought that those squads were made up of robots.  They . . . you go places men are afraid to go.”  She looked at him, her respect growing.  If it turned out that she was truly the one in danger, she couldn’t ask for anyone better to be by her side.
   Jowil stared at his hands, unwilling to look at her.  He was a man!  Sometimes his training made him feel more like one of the machines he used to lead, but he was still a man.  He never felt it more in his life than when he was around her.  “Mostly they are robots, but the commanders are always human.”  Finally he looked up at her.  Her delicate beauty made it clear to him how fragile she really was.  Whether she though so or not, her life was in danger.  Everything in him wanted to protect her.  “We can’t stay here.  Although this is a safe house, it is too well known to be safe forever.”  He paused, pondering their options.  What option did they really have but to run?  Until they knew what they were facing, fighting would be foolish.
   Mael glared at him.  If he thought he was going to drag her all around the city today, he had another think coming.  “I’ve got to call Joe.  It’s the only way to find out what’s happening.”
   Who was Joe?  A boyfriend?  Jowil’s heart fell, although he couldn’t figure why.  She was nothing to him, why would he care if she were attached.  In fact it should make things easier between them.  Unexplainably, he was angry, and lashed out at her.  “Don’t even think about contacting anyone!  Until we know who is after us, and why, we can’t trust anyone.  Not your family, and definitely not your boyfriend.”
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   Putting her hands on her hips, she stared at him, her mouth agape.  Just who did he think he was?  This arrogant b*****d couldn’t tell her what to do.  Her eyes narrowed, mentally promising herself that she would contact Joe as soon as she could.  She also decided not to let Jowil know that Joe was a girl.  With a barely audible “Hmph,” she turned back toward the desk and absentmindedly poked the keyboard with a manicured finger.
   Satisfied for the moment, Jowil opened one of the large lockers.  He rummaged through the program cards and boots until he found something that would fit her.  Staring at the dull combat boots, he imagined the argument that would ensue when he insisted that the spoiled redhead wear them.  With a shrug, he purposely threw them onto the desk in front of her.  As she looked at them, confusion swirling about her bright green eyes, he gruffly told her, “Get dressed.”  Strangely enough, she didn’t argue.  Instead, she gathered the things in her arms and strode regally toward the bathroom.
   Smiling inwardly, Mael figured that this was the chance she was waiting for.  After slipping the deadbolt into its place on the door, she dropped the horrid boots on the floor.  She allowed her enviro-suit to go invisible so she could plug the card into the ‘brain’ on her inner thigh.  The term enviro-suit is a misnomer if ever there was one.  Rather than an actual suit, it was a soft strap that buckled around the upper thigh with a thin ‘brain’ that projected the clothing information.  It was controlled by memory card like the one she held in her hand or by the owner’s mind.  Once a memory card was inserted, those clothes could also be called by the owner’s mind.  Looking down at the horrid clothes that covered her body, Mael could imagine ever wanting to wear them again.  Besides, once she got out of here, she didn’t ever want to remember this again.  Glancing toward the bolted door, she fingered the controls of her communicator.
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Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on August 30, 2006, 04:16:11 pm
yeaaa!!!!!
great update but when she said it was the chance she was waiting for did she mean she was gonna call Joe or run away?

Edit: Oh she is calling Joe , I knew that lol


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: J-Jay64 on August 30, 2006, 10:13:18 pm
im guessing shes calling joe xD
cant wait to see if joe is shocked at the call xD


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on August 31, 2006, 12:28:26 am
-le gaspeh- Don't call Joe! -desperate pleas-

Young girls never listen to good advice do they? Even if the advice is given out of jealousy. =P
Please update soon, Mandie! I'll die if I have to wait too much more for the next chapter! :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on August 31, 2006, 03:59:58 am
AAAAHHH! NOOOOO!!!!!! Please write more quickly! I NEED to know what happens.......*waits imaptiently*


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on September 01, 2006, 07:28:51 am
*Waits patiently by computer for update*


Title: Chapter 14
Post by: Mandie on September 02, 2006, 05:51:23 am
Joe paced back and forth in front of her desk.  Why hadn’t she been contacted yet?  The longer it took, the more time she had to mull over her decision.  She had expected the ordeal to be over with much sooner.  As soon as it was confirmed that the job was over, she could sign the papers that would give her all the power, fame, and money.  Her communicator started vibrating, startling her.  She lifted it to her ear, her hands shaking with anticipation.
   “Is it done?”
   “Joe?  Is that you?”  Mael’s voice came through the earpiece, causing Joe to drop the earpiece.  Quickly, she picked it up, punching a few buttons on the console in front of her as she held it to her ear once more.  All she needed to do now was to keep her on the line until the trace went through.
   “Mael?” Her voice squeaked, so she cleared her throat.  It wouldn’t do to show her nerves now.  “Hey babe, what’s up?”
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   “Someone’s after me, Joe.  What’s going on?”
   Her heart seemed to falter.  What . . . what do you mean?  Who’s after you?  How did you get away?  Where are you?”  She glanced at the monitor in front of her.  Darn it, this was taking a long time.  As soon as she knew where Mael was, she could send the T’kl brothers to that location.  They certainly had a lot to answer for.  Perhaps a discount was called for.
   “I...I don’t know.  I was hoping you might have some idea.  Do I have any enemies?  I couldn’t think of any.”  Her voice cracked, her fear coming through her tone.  Joe smiled and settled back in her chair.
   “Well, I certainly don’t know of anyone either.  Where are you?”  She asked the question again, hoping that she didn’t sound too desperate.
   “I don’t really know.  This guy helped me get away.  We’re in this white brick building, but I don’t know where it is.”  She paused for a moment.  “What should I do, Joe?”
   Well, at least now she had a couple of clues to pass on, even if she didn’t have a definite location.  Joe barely restrained herself from throwing a tantrum, then an idea came to her.  “Come home, honey.  Surely you would rather be protected by your trusted friends rather than a stranger.  Maybe he’s not rescuing you after all.”  The blip on the screen started to flash faster.  Just another few minutes.
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   “Yeah.”  Her voice sounded unsure, but before Joe could make any more reassurances, she continued, “I’ve got to go.  I’ll try to contact you later, when I know more.”  With a click, Mael was gone.
   Joe screamed in anger and stomped her foot.  Then she caught sight of the blinking monitor.  A smile curved across her lips as she punched some numbers into her communicator.  Holding it up to her ear, she walked a few steps toward the window.  When the other end finally answered, she spoke, derision and scorn dripping from her tone.  “I though you were the best.  I certainly paid for the best.  Now I find out that you failed.  Can anyone explain this to me?”
   P’klan scowled, unsure of how it happened himself.  The sabotage of the shuttle had worked perfectly, the rest of the job should have been as easy.  “Be assured, mistress, that we do not leave a job undone.  It will just take some time.”
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   “I am running out of time, off-worlder, and patience.  You had better give me something more than worthless excuses.”  Joe smirked again as she looked back at the monitor.
   “We know she is being led through the city by a male companion.  We suspect that this companion has some military training.  All we need to do is finish locating them and separate the two.  Without him, she is helpless.”
   Joe wrapped her free arm around her stomach, her fingers reflexively tightening around the earpiece.  “I can help you with the location.  They are in a white brick building on Celtic Circle.  Don’t fail me again.”
   P’klan started, curious about how she had found out so much, yet knowing she would not tolerate questions.  “Be sure, it will be done.”  After Joe had disconnected, he looked up at his brother, his sharp teeth gleaming in the sunlight.  “Let the game begin.”

   As Mael disconnected, she glanced toward the door.  Jowil was knocking on the other side.  Breathing heavily, and startled by the noise, she pulled the communicator away from her face.  “Just a minute!”  She had definitely taken as much time as she dared.  Sadly, she realized that she couldn’t risk another call, not yet anyway.  Trying to place her worries for her mother aside, she slipped the uncomfortable boots on her feet.  As she laced them up, she considered Joe’s advice.  As much as she would prefer to scurry home, where she was safe and comfortable, she also worried about possibly bringing these killers into her loved ones lives.  Sighing, she walked back into the main room without making a concrete decision one way or the other.  “Okay, Jowil, what’s the plan?”
   Jowil looked up, taking a sip of water, and almost choked.  The clothes, while more appropriate than her last outfit, clung to her curves like a second skin.  He wished he was that leather outfit, and the unexpected wave of desire caused him to swallow, hard.  “Um . . . ”  What had she asked?  His brain was stuck in sex mode, and it was really confusing him.  Why her, and why now?  “I don’t know, but we really can’t stay here.  Maybe we can go to this guy I know, and find out more about the enemy.”  He was more than willing to call in a few favors to get her out of his hair.  Mainly, though, a feeling of dread was getting heavier by the moment.
   “Okay.”  He was acting weird again.  Mael wondered if she could rethink her sudden decision to follow him.  Before any thoughts had really formed, however, Jowil was picking up his pack.  He handed another one to her, a grin on his face.  It was if he was trying to goad her into arguing with him.  Well, she would show him!  She smiled sweetly as she flung the heavy bag over her shoulder.  “Well?  Let’s go then.”
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   As she walked out of the room in front of him, he watched her butt swing hypnotically from side to side.  It was so much easier to remember who she was when she was spitting mad.  When she smiled at him, he forgot all the reasons he should stay away and only longed to take her to bed.  Groaning, he followed her out into the street.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on September 02, 2006, 06:15:22 am
Wow that was a great add! When can i have more?


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on September 02, 2006, 08:33:14 pm
omg I never expected Joe wouold be in on this
lol Jowil only has his mind on one thing right now lol


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on September 03, 2006, 02:10:30 am
>.> Poor Jowil... He's going to get himself killed at this rate! xD


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on September 04, 2006, 03:24:55 am
I love the line "His brain was stuck in sex mode". Brilliant!
Great update, can't wait for more


Title: Chapter 15
Post by: Mandie on September 06, 2006, 02:27:06 am
His intuition started to scream at him as he closed the door behind him.  Looking down the street, he saw nothing amiss, but something was wrong.  “Run!”  He shouted as he grabbed Mael’s hand and took off down the street.  A loud whistle echoed through the air behind them, and the building they had just left imploded.  Any doubts he might have had about Mael’s safety disappeared in that cloud of mortar.
   Mael watched in horror as the building collapsed.  All her courage deserted her, and all of a sudden she knew that she could not go home until this menace had been dealt with.  “No,” she whimpered, afraid of what her future now held for her.  
   Jowil grabbed her arms, making her look into his eyes.  “We have to go.  Be brave, love, it will be all right.  I promise to take care of you.”  
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   His calming words had the effect he desired, and she wordlessly nodded, some hope glimmering in her eyes.  Both individuals studiously ignored the name he had called her, but the souls rejoiced at the turn of luck.  He grabbed her hand, and the two of them raced down the street.
   As the raced through the underbelly of the city, Jowil started to reconsider his idea of dragging anyone else into this deadly mess.  Obviously their pursuers were a lot more intelligent than he had given them credit for.  He had a sinking suspicion who or what they were.  If he was right, not only were he and Mael in deep trouble, but they would be bringing potential death to anyone they contacted.
   Mael’s lungs were burning.  When Jowil came to an abrupt stop in front of her, she nearly embraced him, she was that happy to stop.  Placing one hand on a nearby house, she leaned over slightly and gasped for air as she watched Jowil pace back and forth in front of her.  He seemed to be deep in thought, worrying his bottom lip with his pearly white teeth.  Warmth furled deep in her belly as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.  How she wished to taste his lips again.  Wait a minute, what was she thinking?  She shook her head as she turned her eyes from him again.  
   After thinking it over, Jowil decided that he was not willing to risk someone else’s life by involving them in their mad flight.  Shelter would just have to be procured by some other means.  There were other, better hidden safe houses.  Perhaps one of them would work.  As he was considering this, the sound of an oncoming motor startled him into realizing where they were.  Gasoline engines were almost obsolete, and Jowil worried that the noise might be their pursuers coming up on them.  In a flash of inspiration, he grabbed Mael and pushed her back lightly against the wall.  As she looked up at him, anger shining in her eyes, he knew he had to keep her quiet.  Without thinking twice, he leaned over and took her lips with his.  While it might have started out as a method to keep her quiet, it developed into something so much more.
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   His tongue dipped between her parted lips.  With a gasp, her mouth opened more, and he continued his leisurely exploration, tempting her to respond.  Shyly, she did, tangling her tongue with his.  Her eyes had fluttered shut, and all the sounds around her seemed to dim.  All of her senses were concentrating on this man, this moment.  His crisp masculine scent, the salty-sweet taste of his lips.  Her heart seemed to jump into her throat, her stomach filled with butterflies.  Between her legs, she could feel heat, moisture, and tingles zipping through her body.  Her hands slipped over his arms up around his neck, tangling in his hair.  His hands pulled her hips toward his own, allowing her to feel his own desire.  Unconsciously, she rubbed her aching center against his erection, moaning with desire.
   The sound dumped cold realization over Jowil, and he pulled away from her, breathing heavily.  Ashamed that he had forgotten the danger that surrounded them, he said the only thing that came to his mind.  “They’re gone.”
   Her eyes, while still half-closed with desire, were filled with confusion.  “Who is gone?”  She breathed while subtly tightening her arms around his neck.
   “Whoever just drove past us.”  Jowil tried to act unaffected, ruthlessly ignoring the bulge in his pants.  Kissing her had almost made him forget the danger that surrounded them, and to him, that was unacceptable.  He made an oath to himself not to touch her again.
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   Cold realization replaced the sensual heat that had filled her body.  She had responded to his kiss like she never had with anyone else.  Sure, she had been kissed before, but it had never been like this.  Now, she found that he had never meant it.  All expression fled from her face as she calmly released her hold on him.  She mentally hardened her heart against him, promising herself that if he touched her again, she would break his hand.  Slowly brushing her hand down her clothes she blinked slowly.  “Oh, well, that’s a relief then.”  Her tone was flat, showing no signs of her seething anger.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on September 06, 2006, 02:51:11 am
He's dead meat.  Great update!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on September 06, 2006, 03:46:04 am
OooooO that was a great update!!! I want more!!!! :grin:


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: pinkpsyche on September 07, 2006, 03:32:54 am
I LOVE your stories!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: mrosner on September 08, 2006, 08:01:48 pm
Update!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: missd735 on September 11, 2006, 01:16:11 am
That was wonderful! I love your characters and their personalities. I'll be waiting for an update. =)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on September 11, 2006, 09:01:50 am
Dirty little beggers :D
Love your story, can't wait for the next chapter


Title: Chapter 16
Post by: Mandie on September 12, 2006, 04:07:01 pm
Here's an extra long chapter to make up for the fact that I haven't written in a while.   
As he watched the desire be replaced by anger, Jowil almost mourned what might have been.  Knowing that it was better for them both if she was upset didn’t make it any easier.  Sighing, he turned from her, bring his mind back to their present situation.  They needed to find a safe place to sleep for the night.  If his suspicions were correct, they would be in much greater danger once the sun set, and it wouldn’t be from the cold.  He had an idea, but it would be some kind of trick to talk Mael into agreeing with him.  “Night is coming,” he said, finally.  “We need to find a place to bunk down.”
   Mael nodded.  “Well, what about your friend?  Has the plan changed?”  She knew as well as anyone what global warming had done to the planet.  Almost as soon as the sun went down, the temperature would plummet.  Without shelter, humans ran the risk of freezing to death.  It didn’t seem to affect the off-worlders the same way.  She realized, in a moment of panic, that she had never been away from home at night.  Tears flooded her eyes as she pictured her mother’s worry.  “Is it possible I could contact my mother?  She must be worried about me, and it’s possible she could be in danger as well.”
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   Jowil placed his hand on her shoulder, gently answering her last question first.  “I know you want to contact her, and tomorrow we’ll purchase an untraceable communicator.  We can’t do it now, it’s too close to darkness, and someone may be monitoring her incoming calls.”  At her short sob, he squeezed her shoulder as he continued.  “I’m sorry, but it’s the best I can do.  As far as the plan, I can’t rightly involve anyone else in this.  We’ll find shelter, but somewhere else.  Tomorrow, we can go on the offensive.  We’ve got to find some answers if we ever want to stop running.”  Hopefully those answers would prove him wrong.  He had never wanted to be wrong so much in his entire life.
   As he held his hand out for her to take, Mael pretended she didn’t notice and turned away from him to face the street.  “Well, we should get going then.”  She was pleased that her tone didn’t give away her frustration.  Who was he to tell her she couldn’t call her mother.  She had called Joe with no ill effects.  Well, except for the building falling down...almost immediately afterward.  She gasped as she realized that her pursuers had probably tracked poor Joe’s phone as well.  “Um, it wouldn’t do to let them find us so easily.”  Was no one safe from these, these thugs?
   Jowil chuckled as he started walking again, Mael following after him.  As they jogged over streets and through alleyways, she noticed that the local humanity thinning out.  She was wondering if he knew where he was going when they stepped over a thick black line on the pavement.  Gasping, she grabbed his arms, positive he didn’t know what he was doing.  “Jowil, we can’t go over this line.  This is the ‘Dead Zone’ line.  We would be inviting death if we go to the other side.”
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   He smiled at her, somewhat bemused by her concern.  Of course she had been fed the lies that surrounded this part of the city.  He had no time to explain everything to her.  The sun was dropping quickly.  “Please, Mael, trust me.”
   She looked up into his bright blue eyes.  “Okay,” she whispered.  Somehow, she did trust him.  Passing that dark line was one of the hardest things she had ever done.  Everyone knew that the humans in this area had been consumed by a horrible wasting disease.  A disease that still lurked in the air, waiting for humans to enter, waiting to kill.  She found it difficult to breathe, knowing that every breath let the disease-ridden air into her lungs.  Finally, they came up to an old sagging wooden house.  The broken windows had been boarded up, and the door was hanging on by just one hinge.  Mael stared at the dark dilapidated building, hoping that it would stay standing during the night.  She hated the idea of the bugs and rodents that probably inhabited the place, but remembered her promise to trust Jowil.
   Pausing at the doorway, Jowil waited for her trust in him to fail.  The old house looked much worse than he remembered, but it should still be sound.  She didn’t complain, so he walked deeper into the entryway, opening another, sturdier door.  While it wasn’t as safe and secure as the last safe-house, it also wasn’t as well known.  He hoped that would play to their advantage.  Clean sheets and blankets were kept in a tall cabinet, stocked and freshened by one of the Keepers.  He grabbed a set, hoping that Mael would continue to be amiable when she learned they would be sharing a bed.
   She stopped at the doorway of the bedroom, staring at the double bed at one end of the small room.  She opened her mouth, only to shut it again before saying anything.  For one thing, it would do no good to make a fuss, Jowil would do what he wanted.  Secondly, she trusted Jowil not to make a move on her.  After all, he obviously didn’t feel that way about her.  Lastly, she didn’t want to sleep by herself.  Really, she was afraid that she would develop the disease and die in her sleep...alone.  Dropping their pack by the door, the two of them quietly made the bed.  Then they stood, looking at the bed, neither one of them wanting to make the first move toward it.
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   “Would you like to take a shower before going to sleep?”  Jowil turned toward Mael, smiling.
   “Oh, yes!”  Mael almost moaned with pleasure at the though of getting clean.  Her skin was sticky with sweat, and her hair was limp.  She was also afraid that she smelled terrible.  “Could I?”
   “I wouldn’t have asked you if you couldn’t.  I wouldn’t be that mean.”  He led her down the hall to a small bathroom.  On one wall hung an old fashioned water shower.  “Do you know how to use one of these?”
   Glaring at him, pink flooded her cheeks as she retorted, “I’m sure I can figure it out.  I’m not an idiot you know.”  Did he think that she was totally inept?  “Please leave.”
   He realized that he had offended her once again.  This time, it had been unintentional.  Stifling a groan, he walked out leaving her alone.
   As soon as he had left her, she allowed her enviro-suit to go invisible.  She stood, naked, in that bathroom, staring at her communicator.  She should call her mother, or Joe.  But no, think of what had happened the last time she had called.  They had tracked her down.  No, this time, she would put her full faith in Jowil.  Tomorrow, she would call her mother.  It would have to be soon enough.  After unbuckling the strap for her enviro-suit, she stepped under the showerhead.  There had to be a button to start the stupid thing, didn’t there?  She found an odd looking knob.  Ah, maybe this would turn it on.  Reaching out, she turned it.
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   Jowil leaned back against the wall, waiting for the inevitable.  Sure enough, a loud screech echoed through the hall, and he chuckled to himself.
   After the water warmed up, Mael actually enjoyed the rest of her shower.  The heat of the water warmed her up much more than the sonic shower ever had.  After she was done, she dried herself with a rough terrycloth towel.  The slight scratchiness felt lovely against her skin.  Then, she buckled her enviro-suit back to her upper thigh.  Mentally programming some sleep clothes, she realized that her long day had finally caught up with her.  She was exhausted!  Rubbing her eyes, she exited the bathroom.
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   When Mael walked through the door, the first thing that Jowil noticed were the dark circles under her eyes.  The next thing were the tiny tight shorts she wore under her oversized shirt that hugged her butt.  All at once, he hardened painfully.  Mentally groaning, he led her back down the hall.  Here he was, throughly aroused, preparing to sleep beside the object of his desire, who trusted him.  Worse yet was knowing that ‘Joe’ was out there waiting for her.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on September 12, 2006, 05:51:09 pm
Good update!  You can cut the tention with a knife! :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on September 12, 2006, 07:06:53 pm
Oooh! Awesome! I've been waiting for an update for so long.. it's great to finally get some word on these two. ^^ Keep going Mandie!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on September 13, 2006, 06:10:33 am
OoooO write more soon! please please please!!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: hotrod50s on September 13, 2006, 06:32:11 am
after searching for your other stories people mentioned i now know where i regonize the style from lol.it seemed famialr but i didn't know why till i read 2 of the others.

you have a unique style that makes it memorable.all your stories are wonderful and well done,from the pics to the props. stories that bring the sims alive is what makes me love to read these.

so much talent has been displayed in this community i can't ever again say this is the best because i keep finding so many good ones i can't choose which is the best.

you are added to my list of favorite writers:) man that list is beggining to grow lol


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: JaCalsGal on September 22, 2006, 08:55:45 am
Oh oh oh....More please ahhH!!  Great story!


Title: Chapter 17
Post by: Mandie on September 25, 2006, 12:07:02 am
She could feel his eyes on her, but every time she looked in his direction, he was looking away.  Perhaps he did like her more than he claimed?  On one hand, she wished that she wasn’t in so much danger, so that they could explore these odd feelings.  On the other hand, if she wasn’t in danger, they would have gone their separate ways and never though of each other again.  No, that wasn’t true.  Mael refused to lie to herself, at least.  From the first minute she had laid eyes on him, she had felt something extraordinary.  She would have remembered him, even without this time together.  Now, though, she had to decide how to handle this opportunity that fate had handed her.  Would she let it pass her by, remaining safe, comfortable, and well, boring?  Or would she grab on with both hands, letting, whatever, happen?  A quandary she just couldn’t answer.  Not now, she was just too tired.
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   Exhaustion overwhelmed her.  She climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets caressing her skin.  It had been so long since she had slept in a bed, and she had forgotten how comfortable it could be.  Curling up on her side, she pulled the blanket up around her shoulders.  Jowil smiled as he tucked her in.
   “I’m going to go take a shower.  You’ll be safe here.  If you need me, though, just call.”  Mael grunted in response, and Jowil smiled again.  There was something about her.  Something strangely familiar.  He had to physically restrain himself from brushing his lips against hers.  Turning away, he decided that his shower would be cold.

   Two pairs of eyes shone through the inky blackness.  Squatting on the deserted street, on of the hulking forms leaned over to smell the cooling pavement, while the other used his eyes to detect any heat signatures.  
   P’klan straightened, his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight.  “They came this way.”  His low growl echoed through the stillness of the night.  “We will find them soon, and this time they will not escape.”
   P’klar was the older of the two, and despised humbling himself to work for these humans.  P’klan kept reassuring him that it was all worth it, but he was still not sure.  “Are you sure your nose is not misleading you?  None of these houses have residents.  We have reached the ‘Dead Zone.’  No human would risk staying here.”
   The other alien laughed.  “First, my nose never misleads me.  Second, not everyone is as superstitious as most humans tend to be.  Third, this is no normal human we are chasing.  The male probably knows the truth about this place.”  The truth being that aliens had killed the humans in this area, not some mysterious disease.
   P’klar nodded.  “This is true.”  He turned his head, his eyes searching through the darkness for the distinctive red splotches that signified humans.  No luck, yet.  He was sure they would find her, then kill her.  But for what?  More human money to be stashed away at home.  Always more money, but never enough to get them off this accursed planet.  He wanted to go back to the home planet, but that didn’t seem likely.  It was time for a change.  An idea filtered into his brain.  Looking up at the moon, he let out a loud howl.
   P’klan looked up at his brother, a confused look on his face.  “What is it, my brother?”  As the other alien looked back down, P’klan noticed the gleam in his eyes.  Something crucial had occurred.  He smiled and repeated his question.  “What has happened?”
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   P’klar grinned.  “What if we capture her, rather than kill her?  At least not right away.  Mistress will pay extra money to see her dead.”  P’klan grinned back.  Yes they could capture their quarry, then kill her.  He cracked his knuckles.  He was going to enjoy this.
   
   After his shower, Jowil programed his pj bottoms to appear before walking down the hall.  As he entered the bedroom, he heard Mael snoring softly.  He chuckled as he crawled into bed next to her.  Closing his eyes, he burrowed under the covers.  A warm hand slid over his taut stomach.  His eyes flew open and he watched Mael slide closer to him, her arms and legs embracing his.
   He held his breath, wondering where she would touch him next.  Moaning, she snuggled closer, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.  Her hands brushed across his nipples, and his semi-hard erection painfully hardened even more.  He longed to bury himself in her heat, but somehow managed to lay still.  Turning his head, he kissed her forehead, then he closed his eyes.  Sleep came, but not quickly.
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   Warmth surrounded Mael as she regained consciousness.  Her eyes fluttered open.  Soft sunlight filtered into the room through a small window high on the wall.  Mael blinked as she slowly realized she was wrapped around Jowil’s warm body.  Surprisingly, she didn’t want to pull away.  Running her hands across his chest, she rubbed the crisp hair sprinkling his skin.  To her delight, she found one of his nipples, and she playfully flicked at it.  Her bed partner groaned, and Mael froze.  His breathing remained slow and deep, so her fingers resumed exploring his bare chest.
   He had been awake for nearly as long as she had, but he was able to control his breathing so she wouldn’t know.  Truthfully, he was enjoying the feeling of her fingers dancing across his skin.  His hands clenched into fists as he tried not to touch her back.  As her palm caressed his nipple once more, he lost the fight.  With an animalistic growl, he rolled over and pinned her beneath his body.  “Good morning, Mael.”
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Sorry for the long time between updates.  My muse is being stubborn.  I have two more chapter prepared, though.  I would love your insight.  Should Joe die, or just be punished in the end?


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: kim on September 25, 2006, 05:18:45 am
I say kill that trader Joe


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on September 25, 2006, 12:27:55 pm
Oh, good update, Mandie! I say, give Joe to the aliens!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on September 25, 2006, 01:52:45 pm
hah hah i love this. Kill joe! mwuhahahahah.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on September 26, 2006, 04:55:20 am
Yup, kill Joe. :D


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ^Dark_F|am3^ on September 26, 2006, 12:48:37 pm
Kill her :P
I love this story, keep it up (and update frequently :lol:)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: pinkpsyche on September 26, 2006, 02:10:57 pm
Awesom! Once again it's great!!! I can't wait for more!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on September 28, 2006, 01:14:37 am
I also vote towards the "killing joe" ending.. ^^ More fun for us. xD But if you make us decide like this, it's not much fun when it comes about. Unless you put a twist on it, or find a creative way to end her horrid life.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Mandie on September 28, 2006, 03:37:37 am
Actually, through different suggestions, and my hubby's help, I have decided on an ending.  You will just have to wiat, though.  The end is quite a few chapters away, still much more to come.  ;)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on September 28, 2006, 09:35:51 pm
Oooh.. and the suspense builds..  ^^ Please update soon Mandie! I can't wait to find out what happens between these two.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: lelee13 on September 30, 2006, 09:18:47 am
This story is awsome!!!More! More plz!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: rezaraflis on October 14, 2006, 12:11:45 pm
Nice story i love it


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: loopyloopa on October 14, 2006, 12:22:19 pm
It's cool you're writing a story...  Where'd ya get all those uploads?!? I can't unzip files for beans. Oh well. Keep writing, you have talent!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: pinkpanthurpurr on October 14, 2006, 12:42:42 pm
I can't wait for the next chapter!  I love your clothes and now your writing!(just discovered it)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Mandie on October 14, 2006, 03:59:53 pm
I am  planning on updating today.  Sorry it's been a while, but everybody in our entire household has been sick with bronchitis.  I'm still getting over ti myself, but all I have to do is go take some pics...shouldn't be too hard.  I'm really happy that you guys like it so much.  I figure I'm somewhere near the end.  Two or three more chapters after the one today, I think.


Title: Chapter 18
Post by: Mandie on October 16, 2006, 09:05:18 am
Her eyes darkened with passion, and her breathing quickened.  “Good morning, Jowil.”  She murmured huskily, then she licked her lips.  It had the desired effect, and he leaned down to take possession of her mouth.  Moaning, she curled her arms around his shoulders, burying her fingers in his hair.  His tongue wrestled with hers, playing some erotic game that she wasn’t altogether familiar with.
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   Grinding his hips against hers, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, pantomiming what he wanted to do with another part of his body.  His hands roamed over her body, tracing all of her curves.  She gasped as he slid over her breast and nipple, so he did it again, this time slower.  Grasping her shirt, he slowly pulled it up, allowing her to have time to object.  She didn’t, making the article of clothing disappear with just a thought.
   His lips latched onto her breast, suckling her like a babe would.  She had never felt anything like this, all of her relationships never going past that first kiss.  Her hips arched, searching for something unknown.  Between her legs, her center became wet.  For some reason, she didn’t want him to stop.  She was even leery of making moans of pleasure, afraid he would come to his senses and pull away.
   He should pull away.  Definitely, he should, but somehow he couldn’t.  Her skin was hot and smooth, and she tasted like vanilla.  Spreading kisses over her skin, Jowil tasted every spot he could find.  He wanted to go much slower, bringing her to pleasure with care and consideration, but something inside roared to make her his as soon as possible.  Panting, he pulled at her shorts, running his hands along the bones of her hips.
   Her mind told her to stop him now.  The voice sounded strangely like her mother.  The liberties he was taking were meant for a husband, but Mael didn’t care.  Most of her friends had lovers, in fact Mael was the only virgin she knew.  Her innate sense of curiosity pushed her to let him continue.  Yeah that sounded so much better than the true fact that she was letting her heart rule for once in her life.  As she allowed her shorts to disappear, she wondered if she was really going to go through this.  Was she really prepared to surrender her virginity?  His hands ran up her legs, pausing to caress her aching mound.  Oh yes, goodbye lonely virgin, hello Jowil.
   Even though she was moaning and arching into his hands, he suspected that this was her first time.  Was he really prepared to do this?  Darn right, he was.  Quickly he allowed his own clothing to disappear, then immediately took her lips again.  Slowly, he carefully slid into her moist heat.  One thrust broke past the barrier that proclaimed her innocence.  When she flinched and gasped, he held completely still until she began to move beneath him.
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Reaching between their bodies, he lightly flicked at her feminine nubbin.  Her eyes met his, passion shining in their green depths.  In an instant, she flew over the edge, the pulsating of her inner walls taking him with her.
   Something fundamental had changed between them, unsurprisingly.  They were lovers now.  He smiled down at her, their bodies still fused together.  Her fears that he had just used her eased.  His lips met hers again, this time tenderly.  She had imagined that her first time would be wonderful, although she had also imagined it would be with her husband.  Would he propose now?  Probably not.  As Jowil rolled off of her, hugging her close, she wondered how their relationship would change now.  No matter what happened, she would never be sorry.
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   “I’ve got to leave you here today.”  His words didn’t surprise her, somehow, but the disappointment threatened to drown her.  Her mind was whirling with incriminating thoughts, forgetting her promise.  She should have listened to her mother, waited for marriage.  His hand touched her shoulder, interrupting her revery.  “I want you to stay safe, Mael.  I know that it’s early yet, but I think that we have the beginnings of something special.”  He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing as he continued, “I want you to know that I appreciate the gift that you’ve given to me this morning.  When I get back tonight, we should discuss all of this.  Will you wait for me?”
   Elation filled her soul.  He did want her in the same way she wanted him.  Something deep inside told her that he was ‘the one.’  Suddenly, she frowned.  “Where are you going?”
   Jowil cleared his throat and looked away from her.  How could he explain it without letting her come with him?  Now that he had taken that fateful step and taken her virginity, he was feeling very protective and territorial.  She belonged to him, just as he belonged to her.  “I’ve got to find out for sure who is following us.  If I go myself, I can be invisible.  I promised to get you a phone, and I haven’t forgotten.  Will you promise to stay here?”  He looked directly into her eyes, willing her to agree.
   She nodded, hesitantly.  “Yes, of course, I will stay here.”  She didn’t want to stay here by herself, but she also didn’t want to be a burden to Jowil.  “Thank you for all of this, Jowil.  I’m sorry for messing up your life.”  Well, she wasn’t really, but it was polite for her to apologize.
   He took her chin with one of his hands.  “Never say you’re sorry, love.  Yes this was all unexpected, but also so right.  I know it’s early, and it sounds crazy, but I think that we were meant to be together.”
   With this, he kissed her again, ever so gently.  Mael wrapped her arms around his neck.  It was almost frightening, but it didn’t sound crazy.  In fact, she felt the exact same way.
   The two of them quietly programmed their clothes to appear, then with one more longing look, Jowil left her there, alone.  The silence was almost stifling.  Added to that was her jumpiness at every creak and groan.  She really wished that she wasn’t alone.  Five minutes later, her wish was granted, but in a way she never expected.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: pinkpanthurpurr on October 16, 2006, 09:38:40 am
Oh Snap!  That was unexpected, but I knew it had to happen!  Yay!!  Can't wait for more!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ladyrose on October 16, 2006, 11:37:07 am
That was brilliant! I cant wait for the next installment.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: oddball011 on October 16, 2006, 05:03:06 pm
WoW.

I hope she get preggers cuz the baby would be pretty cute lol

Great update.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Elven_Song on October 17, 2006, 12:50:35 am
Yay! They're finally together! Oh man, I can just guess they're going to be seperated now! (again). >.>

Oooh.. sorry about the illness there, Mandie. My family is just recovering from a very lonnng cold that was going around. We just kept passing it back and forth.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: dangermouse on October 17, 2006, 04:20:35 am
Fantasic update :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Jagerjaques on October 20, 2006, 02:07:00 am
Awesome, Mandie! Feel better! :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: simkitty181 on October 20, 2006, 10:46:18 pm
I toatly can`t wait to see if you`ll make another chapter!!!I love this story!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Horsesaremylife on November 14, 2006, 01:46:19 am
-needs more story-

Wow Mandie, I can't wait for moree! It is soooo, awesome!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: mrosner on November 17, 2006, 11:04:31 pm
Update!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Rue on November 18, 2006, 05:31:16 pm
oooohhh This is very interesting! Great idea!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: MizPyro2U! on November 23, 2006, 12:18:26 pm
UPDATE..UPDATE..!!! I cant wait for more, this story is AWESOME!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Glass3690 on December 15, 2006, 09:42:52 am
Guess it's going to be a while with the holidays and all.  But I'll continue to check in - this has been fun Mandie - you seem to have quite a following.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Sharpay_x on December 30, 2006, 03:27:36 am
I just Found this Story Today. It IS SOOOOO GOOD

You have A Real Talent For Writing


Keep it Coming :-P :-P


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: h20polo80 on January 06, 2007, 05:38:04 pm
please update!! this story is sooo good!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: devil_sue on January 13, 2007, 10:19:23 pm
omg this story is amazing, you have to continue, please please please :D


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: raynachik007 on January 17, 2007, 10:24:15 pm
omg i just started reading this story today ( i actually found it yesterday, bookmarked, and saved it for today ) and i must say WOW!! my sister is a writer and she's pretty good, but in my opinion you're better ( shhh don't tell her i said that! ) LOL


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: simsrule91 on January 19, 2007, 07:26:04 pm
please update.the story is getting good!!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: simsrule91 on January 25, 2007, 07:23:29 pm
when is the next update?im getting fustrated


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: h20polo80 on January 27, 2007, 03:26:26 am
I know!
the story was so good! you cant just let it end that way, we all feel deprived.
please update


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: simsrule91 on February 01, 2007, 07:30:07 pm
can you please continue the story,please don't end it!!!!!!!!!(PCD rules!!)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: h20polo80 on February 04, 2007, 01:26:37 am
please dont end it this way! we all want more!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: simsrule91 on February 06, 2007, 07:33:11 pm
PLZ UPDATE FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!!!!(PCD RULES!!!!)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: simsrule91 on February 07, 2007, 09:50:48 pm
PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE update x1,000,000,000 more times!!!
(PCD RULES!!)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: h20polo80 on February 13, 2007, 02:16:54 am
OMG!!! i love this story....you are driving all of us crazy!!!!! please please post a new part of the story!!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: blissmoonb on March 11, 2007, 02:27:11 am
need update :coffee2:


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: mrosner on April 10, 2007, 04:44:37 pm
I miss your story so much! It's been so long since you posted anything! Is something wrong?


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: h20polo80 on April 10, 2007, 08:56:52 pm
i know....thats what i was starting to think. i really hope nothings wrong


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Escape_xx on June 15, 2007, 01:20:41 pm
i Messaged Her A Few Days Ago She Said shes Goingto Finish it Soon
just wait it Imange How Good it Will be to read when It out


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: h20polo80 on June 25, 2007, 10:54:57 am
oooo its gonna be good then


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Escape_xx on June 30, 2007, 03:12:03 pm
Omg I Know really Good I Cannot Waitttttttttt


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Leetah on July 10, 2007, 02:22:57 am
Where can i get the horses??


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Stonelily237 on July 10, 2007, 09:29:46 am
Mod the Sims 2.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: jane123 on July 10, 2007, 01:47:17 pm
can i make a movie of your story. its very good.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: cynthia_1 on July 14, 2007, 09:25:03 pm
Oh my goodness gracious.  I just found this story today and I have read all of it up to this point.  I thought it was finished.  It is such a great story.  Mandie you have done wonderful with this work.  Keep up the good work.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: danigurl76 on July 20, 2007, 10:52:47 pm
I'm preparing to sue if i dont have more to read, just kiddin dont be scared I can't afford that but please please please make another one and I'll stop saying please....PLEASE!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: raynachik007 on August 10, 2007, 10:12:14 am
Please update soon!! It's a very good story!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ryannrules86 on August 12, 2007, 12:47:10 am
Please Update Soon!!!!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: monica92 on August 18, 2007, 01:09:55 pm
How can you make the sims sit on their knees, when crying?


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: lizzyd08 on August 26, 2007, 04:37:33 pm
This is an amazing story!  I absolutely love it!! please update!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: babygirl250185 on October 16, 2007, 06:11:38 am
Heyyyy Mandie when are you going to update


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: lilroselou on January 09, 2008, 12:55:52 pm
what a great storyi actually kinda prefered it in the medieval bit but this futuristic stuff is now growing on me, its such a sweet story and your a fantastic writer.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: lilroselou on January 09, 2008, 05:52:03 pm
lollness we have the same birthday mandie hehe


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: ktggoodnight on January 11, 2008, 12:35:50 pm
OMGGG!! i have just come across this story as i was seriously bored at work and wanted to skieve- and wow!!!!!!!!!!!! ive been hooked since 12! i was meant to leave work ages ago- but i didnt check my clock LOL!

i love this story- i love the absolute tension and sudden unexpected twists of this story.

i really hope that i have read the story in a time where you are due an update!!


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: lilroselou on January 19, 2008, 10:11:46 am
is soul searching coming back? love this story its fab


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: hyatts92 on March 28, 2008, 06:07:13 pm
Is soul searching coming back if not I'm gonna sue cause I NEED more to read please please please.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: indigomermaid on July 21, 2008, 11:46:27 am
OK, starting to get confused... Still a fabulous story.


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: Lily_D on August 02, 2008, 07:00:41 am
UPDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: angelrock444 on August 03, 2008, 06:47:56 pm
i loooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ur story pppppppppppppppppppppppppplllllllllllllllllllllllllllllzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
update u r driving us all nuts!


Title: Soul Searching
Post by: Leslie07 on August 03, 2008, 08:54:57 pm
I started reading this story last month, and then I couldn't find it again. I'm finally caught up now, and I have to say, I absolutely love it! My favorite part is during the medeival setting. And the futuristic one is interesting. Keep updating PLEASE! :)


Title: Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Post by: odddude1 on August 10, 2008, 02:13:21 am
I just found this story, and I got through all of it just now.

Freaking amazing dude.

Now I'm pissed cause it's over and I probably won't ever find out what happened.

If you will, PLEASE update. It's not fair to hook so many people. Such a great story.


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