The Voices of Melilia's Garden

Melilia:

I lay there on the bed, paralyzed by terror, as I was forced to view the horrific visions of this home's chilling past. I was unable to think for myself through them and I felt compeletly helpless for the time they permeated and invaded me. I couldn't believe the misfortune that lie before me and my heart ached for sweet Isabella.

After some time of lying there as though I'd been raped, I rose a bit with my arm under me for support, and began to see clearly again. I could smell the lingering, metallic smell of blood, and I began to feel dizzy and nauseated. I quickly fled my room, down into the garden, where I sat just outside the door attempting to freshen my olfactory glands. I thought deeply about Isabella. I wanted to hold her and love her, and let her know that it wasn't her fault, and that her innocence was taken from her cruelly by no fault of her own. But how do I prove this to her? She was trapped by her own self loathing, but what keeps her here is her unwillingness to remember, and face her pain and her displaced guilt. I felt more helpless than ever now, and now, having the answers I sought only provides more questions than ravage my mind.
 
Isabella:

In her room Isabella fell to the dusty floor, curling up into a fetal position. She pushed her hands out as though it would send the memories away.

OOC: Sorry that was so short GR. I need a little more of a catalist to keep going if you could possibly help me continue the story... :)
 
Melilia

It was hard for Melilia to feel her body, as she pulled herself up. She did it because she knew she had to reach Isabella, somehow. Nothing would ever come of usless question asking, and wallowing.

Knowing that she would at least come nearer to Isabella, she approached the door of the one room, in the house, she hadn't been in yet. It was a downstairs room off the back hall, and Melilia walked to the door very quietly trying not to creek floor boards. She stood by the door and slowly reached for the knob. She didn't get a good feeling when she neared that handle and she suddenly heard distant, muffeled weeping. It was Isabella, and she knew it, she had heard those tears in her mind before and she knew she must approach this matter carefully.

"Izzy?" Melilia said with as much familiarity, through the door, as if she were her best friend or sister.

"I am coming in, love, and I don't want you to be afraid. Just think about me right now. We need to focus on each other. Can you do that?" she asked as she felt a strange comfortable feeling come over her, that she was just dealing with another person, not some strange entity that would require fear or caution.

Little did she know however that she was surrounded by many stange forms and forces, working to persuade her all of the time, and she hadn't been able to fully understand that yet. No would she for some time. Forces like these can interviene and toy not just with her, but with her ultimate fate and those of whom she loves.

Her hand on knob, she began to turn it, when just then a loud knock came upon the front door, and sent her jumping backwards. She caught herself with her arm against the wall. She quickly turned and went back down the hall towards the front door, but when she opened it, there was no one there. She glanced around impatiently and suddenly up from the right, out on the road, came walking a man, with a brown paper bag tucked under one arm.

It was him, the man from the grocery. She became very nervous and started to duck back in the house, but he caught her in his view and his smile spread so fast it made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Good day, lady!" he shouted from the road. "This is were you live, eh? I was hoping I should have seen you again by now!" he said with inquistive tilt as he stood by the front gate seeking approval, with his kind eyes, to enter.
Melilia knew she shouldn't have him in, so she rushed out onto the walk and sped quickly up to him, to be polite and attentive to her new aquaintance.

"I am sorry, much adjusting to do in a new home." she said nervously.
"That's alright, do you need a hand with anything? I'd be glad to help." he grinned
"Uh, no, I have everything taken care of now, uh, and I should be fine." she said raising her left hand a bit towards her face, displaying the wedding ring she has never removed.
When it caught his eye, he became flustered and with the implication that she had made, he felt compelled to curl into a ball from embarassment.
She hadn't done it intentionally, so when she realized what had happened she felt need to explain.

After a few minutes she had told him her reason for moving here and that she was glad to have made his aquaintance and that she hoped they could be good friends. She inquired about the kittens and he told her two more weeks would be good. She realized in her conversation with him, what a good natured man he was, not to mention, incredibly captivating in appearance. But she had other matters to attend to so she excused herself and she wished him good evening.

Upon return to the room, Melilia apologised through the door, before she entered. She found the room in complete order. The bed was made, and the furniture was dustless and in quite good condition. On the bed she could see a slight indentation of the blanket, and she knew it was Isabella there. She approached the bed, sat down next to her imageless form, and smiled softly hoping to ease Isabella into a smile hereself.

"I love you Isabella, and I want you to be happy here. I know the harm you have undergone, and I want to make you feel loved and happy. I can't fix what happened to you, but I can make your home and garden beautiful for you, and try to make you feel loved, like now." Melilia said with warm sincerity.
"I want you to feel good, with me here, Isabella."

Suddenly she felt air move over the skin on her arm, over to her stomache, above her legs, and then a warm rush of energy filled her lower body, especially her sexual region, and she suddenly felt very turned on. She had no time to react, and she felt need to lie back and pleasure herself.
"Isabella, come inside of me. Lie here inside of me, and feel me, feeling you. We can feel one another and this will bring you some happiness and relief." The words that poured softly from Mel's lips made little sence, yet they were so meaningful to the pair of them, and they would tie the bind between them now forever. Isabella's spirit mingled into the body of this open vessel of a woman, who so eagarly writhed and groaned in acceptance of true meaning of sexual penetration, which is that of the soul's of lovers. Once Isabella had melded into Melilia, she suddenly began to feel the warmth of her blood, pumping through her veins, the her nerves picking up sensations she had not felt in centuries, and the intense overwhelming power of the sexual self pleasuring she had never known.
She was experiancing all that it meant to feel life again, and she loved it.
 
Isabella:

Isabella felt as though she had been sucked into the very core of Melilia's being. They were one in the most intimate of ways, even more so than what was capable in the flesh. Melilia lay back reasuring Isabella, abaiting her fears before they even had a chance to form. Melilia began to gently touch her own flesh, and when she did Isabella felt it as well, her fingers drifted along her stomach which fliched away with a sharp breath, a gasp that Isabella had drawn. All the sensations nearly sent her into a panic, the gentle touch of fingertips, the rythmic pulsing of blood, which only sped up with that slight touch. The the breath! Dear lord! The sharp, quick gasp from the velvetty sensation of Melilia's fingertips. It was so overwhelming, Melilia's heart was suddenly racing, and she felt a wild anxiety, it was too much, far too much for Isabella to suddenly feel all these things all at once.

She tried to pull away, but the two of them were meshed, it was not so simple as just ripping out of her, so Melilia's body shot up into a seated position, and a fearful cry escaped her lips, Isabella's cry... the feel of all the sinue and muscle it took to acomplish that nervous action exploded through Isabella's spirit, and she fell limply back to the bed, along with Melilia's body.

All she could do was gasp and cry out one last time before Melilia was back in control of her own body. It was as though for a moment she had been pushed aside by Isabella's wild, paniced actions... Her heart still raced.
 
She had barely begun, and she had already given Isabella more than she could handle. Her body had begun to relax again, and she felt as though she needed to give Isabella some more time to adjust to all of the sensations. What she has forgotten, before she began all of this, was that she lived in that body day to day, not noticing her own breath, and pulse, heartbeat, and nerves. Although Isabella had had a body before, it had been so long since she had been aware of this feeling that she had completely forgotten how painful it could be, to be in a body. Melilia's breath began to slow, and she felt something stir in her, near her belly were she had been touching her self. It was Isabella, moving about like she wanted to feel more. Melilia hesitated, to give Isabella more time to adjust. So, to keep remain excited she thought about the feelings she had when her husband would make love to her, but for some reason it gave her no thrill. Then, suddenly she had an image come into her mind, unlike any other she had before, and she knew it was coming from Isabella's mind.

[Edited by G.R. on 03-15-2001 at 08:55 AM]
 
Isabella:

The garden... The first time she had ever been touched by a man... She had been working the soil for hours when he came along, a friend of her father. He stopped to watch her. She took notice of him and smiled as she sat up on her knees. Placing her hands on them she asked if she could help him. He just laughed and stood there for a moment before coming into the garden propper. Isabella stood, mildly shocked as he tromped all over the flower beds. the next thing she knew, he had born her onto her back and was roughly groping her with a hand between her legs. She drew a sharp breath in an attempt to scream but his hand fell over her mouth just as she began and it came out a muffled cry.

Her cry turned into a yelp of pain as with his hand he had exposed her virgin sex and slammed a thick, careless finger into her, treating her flower much the same as he had the ones he crushed to get to her...

The pain was there for Melilia to feel as well. Isabella tried to push away again but she was not in control of Melilia's body any longer, what little strength she had was robbed from her first attempt.

"Please... Sir... Please stop..." Melilia found her self whimpering in Isabella's voice. The poor woman couldn't even seem to escape her torment while feeling pleasure...
 
It was as if I was being held down now. The bed had vanished from under me and I was now lying in the soil, and among the plants of the garden. I saw this mans face and he had a malicious grin, while he groped me and ravaged my body, or was it only Isabella who he was doing this to? I could feel every bit of his touch, and It was honestly making my body hotter, but I had senced Isabella's torment, and I felt I was responding more for her sake, while I thrashed about and attempted to escaped, pleading for him to stop.

Strangely though, I didn't continue to resist for too long, as I imagine Isabella had not. This man was very forceful, and cared little about what harm he may be doing, and that is when I felt him penetrate me with his finger, and he began to force in another, while he readied himself to appearantly rape me, or Isabella,or both, whichever he chose. I couldn't resist thrusting my hips to meet his forceful hand, and I found that I felt a surge begin to well up inside me, as if I were going to come. I felt a tearing pain, just then, and I saw him force his manhood into my vagina, which seemed to have almost shrunk in size, as if I were a virgin. The pain and pleasure combine were overwhelming and I had lost all controll of my own mind.

"Please, Sir, I can not handle your size. Please stop." I begged one more futile attempt to make him stop. He cared not, so I had to begin to try to really enjoy this, and make it worth it.
 
Isabella:

It was a war between Isabella's fears, and Melilia's desire to show her what pleasure truly was. Isabella just wanted to retreat but she was locked into the moment, inside Melilia's body. Where the man had ended with an animalistic grunt and collapsed atop her, Melilia continued, the pain of her forced memory was gone. With a gasp and flushed, tear wet cheeks, Isabella tried to collect herself. Melilia's fingers ran along her sex, conjuring a delightful sensation that the two of them shared, Isabella murmured something about sin...
 
Having been widowed at such a young age, Melilia felt a loss of faith and she didn't deny it now that she was sexually melding with the spirit of a woman long dead. She understood those fears Isabella had, because she too came from a religious upbringing. But now, Melilia realized that she had no reason to hold back her needs and if Isabella could let go of her fears with her, than the two would be freed of another burdening vice and one step closer to having their problems resolved.

Melilia's index finger slid effortlessly over her budding clitoris as she lie there on the bed, again feeling it, instead of the gritty soil of the garden where she had been violated, but enticed into strong sexual feelings of Isabella's hidden lust. She decided, now that she had regained control of the situation, to show Isabella what it meant to have sex that was healthy, and desirable and not full of fear. She imagined herself out by waterpond, lying in the moss and ferns, while she touched her body. She imagined the deep voice of the man whom she had met, and dreamed about, throbbing in her ear from behind her, telling her how beautiful she is and how he adores her, as his hands caress her lightly and passionately. She then imagined Isabella lying in front of her, naked, and kissing her softly, and passionatly, as Melilia ran her fingers and hands over Isabella's body.
Melilia sexually responded to these images and she became very tense and with these images, she then came with intense convulsions. It ripped her body from her soul and then back again in a turgid shockwave. She fell back with Isabella, still inside her body, and lie there panting and smiling for some time.
When the numbness kicked in, she felt a lifting in her chest, and then her arms. She wondered if Isabella wanted out of her, if she enjoyed it, if she saw how much love there can really be between people?

[Edited by G.R. on 03-17-2001 at 03:14 PM]
 
Isabella:

Moving Melilia's hand, Isabella rested it over Melilia's wet, sinsitive sex as though to protect it from the chill air of the room and moaned. "I... I have never felt..." Isabella sighed not able to finish her words.
 
Melilia

The sun rose into the window and crept slowly across the floor until it reached Melilia's toes and began to warm her dangling feet as it continued an accent to her thieghs, were it gripped her and she woke.

The previous nights release had softened the edges of her mind so much that she had just drifted off to sleep for a very long time. She awoke refreashed, but with a balancing tranquility that she had not felt before.
"Isabella" she wispered quietly, "I love you, and I am happy to know you now, as intimatly as I do. I want us to share each others pleasures along with the pains. I am your friend, and your lover now. I am here for you to be inside whenever you need." her words melted into the silence of the room.

[Edited by G.R. on 03-17-2001 at 10:01 PM]
 
Isabella:

She hadn't left the warm confines of Melilia's body yet, and she had followed the woman into sleep. Yet another thing she hadn't gotten to experience for a very long time. Melilia could still feel her presence within her soul, and knew it was a comfort to Isabella to stay there.
 
Melilia

I felt so good that I wandered out to the garden and I realized that my love was still with me, when I heard her sigh a comfortable moan, as we stepped out onto the stone patio. I knew that much was changed now, and that I had to live for the both of us now. I felt that I could do so much for her, to give her back the life she lost prematurely. I took in deep breaths to be sure she could feel the fresh air. After some time I proceeded to go back in and make some breakfast. As I cooked, I realized that I had run low on some things and I decided that I would have to make a trip to the store again. I wondered if Isabella would brave a trip out of the house with me, and it then occured to me that she may not be able to leave the house at all. "I don't know the rules of being dead. I don't know what you can and cannot do. Are there limitations in what you can do Izzy?" I thought to myself assuming she could hear me.

We sat eating breakfast and I could hear her inside me enjoying the food as if she had never eaten before. I wrote out my grocery list and I thought about him. I asked Isabella what she thought of him and I don't think she heard me over her moans of enjoyment for the food.
I just pondered the thought of him, for a time and wondered what he thinks of me, if he even thinks of me at all.

I finished doing the dishes and went to bathe and dress to go out. Isabella was really taking to being inside of me and doing what I do, and I was fully adjusted to the slightly electric feeling of her prescence in me. As I undressed, I noticed that I could see a slight translucent form within the boundries of my form. I quickly went to the mirror and there in my face was the distinct image of Isabella's slender, pale face with her pink, pouting lips. I was in awe of her raw beauty and I gazed at her as she gazed back, for quite sometime before I broke away to bathe.
 
Eric (The Grocery Guy)

Inserting the key into the lock for the stores front entrence, I turn the metal object till a clicking sound let's me know the doors been succesfully unlocked. Pushing the wooden door open as the tiny bell rings like it should, I flip the sign on the glass to read open on the outside. Closing the door behind me, I flick on the lights to fill the dark area. The sun had yet to really shine through the windows for the time being, making the place seem dark and gloomy.

Hopefully, that would change once some costumers arrive for their daily needs. Living alone for the past year now, it was always the highlight for me to meet with the patrons of the town. Not that many of them became friends with me just like that. But having this job made my face somewhat more known around the town. The occasional 'hello' from people on the street as I passed them by was about as much that it went.

While I dust around the floor in preparations for the day ahead of me, my mind rushes back to the woman from before. She had been in my thoughts a lot since we first met. So odd for me to be thinking of a woman that I had just known for as short a time in the way that I have. As I finished cleaning up the store for now, I made my way over to the counter in wait of the first costumer of the day. Secretly, I had hoped to see Melilia again at some time later in the day. There was something about her that I found so fascinating.

My day dreaming was cut short when my first costumer, an older man, walked inside to begin his shopping. Giving him a friendly smile, I try to put the woman out of my mind for now as I began my day of work. If only I could see her again soon, it would really brighten up my mood.
 
Isabella:

"I... I havn't tried to leave the house before... Oh... Its been so long... I would like to..." She responded after she had had time to take in all that Melilia had shown her today. Food, she had tasted food... After so long... And the bath... Just thinking about it made her want to weep, she didn't know how long she was going to be able to stay meshed within Melilia's soul, so every second of it was an amasement, a thrill to her.
 
Melilia

I began to get dressed after I had towel dried my hair. As I stood in front of of the mirror I could still see Isabella. I chose to not think about the man at the store in any excitable way, because I didn't want to overwhelm her, but I knew that wouldn't last and I was worried I would upset her. I sat on the bed and I decided to give her a chance to speak to me from within with no distractions.
"Izzy, I need to go into town. If you don't feel comfortable with going, I'll understand, but you must leave my body until I return."

I patiently sat waiting to find out a reply. After a few moments I began to her a slight murmur from within and then suddenly a sharp "I don't know" came into my mind. I could sence the desire to, the curiosity from within her, but I knew it would be too soon and possibly devistating.
"I think it would be best then to stay, if you aren't sure. There will be other chances to go if you feel better about it love. I don't want you to be afraid of being with me based on what could happen out there." I assured her. I decided to lie back on the bed and give her the opportunity to leave my body, in the same manner that she had entered.

After Isabella left my body, I could feel a sharp change in how I felt. It was as though I was a bit lighter, but I wasn't feeling all that well. I started to feel a bit nauseated and a bit cold. I sat up on the bed and waited until I felt less dizzy and sick. I made my way downstairs and I began to gather my things, and get going. I knew that if I was going to become ill that I needed to get going and get back as soon as possible. As I approached the front door I passed the mirror in the hall, and to my surprise, my face looked as pale as a ghost. I hadn't thought that having Izzy inside me would take that much out of me, but I reasoned "that is what you get when you try to fuel two souls on the life of one." I started out the door and got on my bike to ride into town. I began to feel a bit better once the wind began to hit my face. I figured that it would be something I could shake off.

As I rode, my thoughts turned to him. I began to see his face clearly, and I felt butterflies and couldn't help but get a goofy smile onj my face, but I still worried about how I would ever explain my situation at home and have him not think me a total cookooo. I knew I wasn't crazy, so I would just try to hide it until something weird happened to him and I had proof. I really wanted to get to know him better, and to hang out with him, but I couldn't figure out what to do. Should I envite him for dinner, or is that to forward? Should I wait to see if he asks me out or what? My mind became an endless stream of questions and I began to feel overwhelmed. I took in some deep breaths as I caught view of the store front because I knew I needed to calm down or I'd make a fool of myself.
 
Eric

After a few hours had passed on through the day, I had all but forgotten about the woman while tending to the customers. The hope of seeing her today had just about left me when the doors ringing in the distance brought my attention back to the front of the store. Looking up from the counter, my face immediatly grew into a smile as I cought her in my sights. A smile could be seen over her lips as she began to collect what she needed from the store. Turning away for a minute to help the last two people that were in line. I send the young couple on their way after packing their grocerys.

Once they were gone, I turn around to see her walking up to the counter with what she wanted. "It's nice to see you again," I tell her while adding up the price for her items, "You know, I don't think I've properly introduced myself just yet. My name's Eric." We made some small talk for a few minutes since nobody else came into the store.

After awhile, I remembered about the kitten she wanted, "Say, are you still interested in one of those kittens? They're old enough now for you to have one if you'd like. I could bring one over to your place later tonight if you're interested?"

Waiting for her responce, I smiled slightly at how lovely she looked today. For some reason, she looked like she was much more at peace then before. Like she had found something she had been trying to find for a long time. Whatever it was, she just seemed different to me, but in a good way. She was really something. The friendly smile over my face becomes wider...
 
Melilia

I stood there talking to him, and when he asked me if he could bring the kitten by I immediately said yes, without thinking about the consequences.
"Would you like to come for dinner?" I asked automatically. Even though I wasn't prepared for a guest, I was really taken by his genuine smile and good looks, and I knew I could manage to get a nice meal made for him, at my pleasure.
"How about at 6:30 or whatever is best for you?" I asked with a big smile and big hopes.
"You think about it and I am going to run and get some cat food, litter and a pan, so I'll be prepared for it." I said giving him a good chance to think it over. The whole time I was off getting the other stuff picked out, I worried I had been to forward, and that my nerves showed through too much, and while I worried, I prayed that the answer would be yes.
I just knew Isabella would love to meet him, and I wanted to get to know him so badly, it almost hurt.
 
Eric

To just about anyone else, it would have seemed that she was coming on too forward. However, I had so much wanted to meet with her outside of work again that it didn't seem like that at all with me. Without having to think about it much at all, I tell her as she came back towards me, "You know, I would be delighted to visit with you for dinner. It would be a break from my usual time alone with the T.V."

Glancing over at the clock on the far side of the wall, I continued, "Let's see, I should be able to get out in four hours when the new guy comes in to take over my shift. 6:30 would be just fine for me to come over. You take care of the meal, and I'll bring the kitten." Letting out a soft chuckle, I get lost in her eyes for a moment when we made contact. She was such a lovely person to behold. It would mean so much to me if we would be able to become friends... or maybe even more.

We both said our 'good-byes' as she slowly left the store to prepare for tonight. Watching her till she was no longer in my sights, I started to day dream again about what an amazing woman she was. Another ring from the doors bells put that to an end for the time being. Returning to my work, I began to eagerly await for the end of my shift to arrive.
 
Melilia

I don't think I have ever ridden my bike so fast. I rushed home with the wind, all of the while smiling like a fool and thinking of what to cook. I practically threw my bike down in the front yard, and rushed in through the front door as fast as I could.

"Izzy! Izzy! He is coming for dinner! He is really coming!" I shouted through the house. I expected a warmer welcome, for some stupid reason, but the house just seemed totally empty. I knew she was still there though, and I knew she heard me. I went into the kitchen and I started washing and preparing the vegatables. When I finished, only fifteen minutes had gone by. I decided I would bake bread and I would make dessert ahead.

I spent those next few hours in the kitchen, every once in a while glancing around to see if Isabella was around, but alas I could not see her unless she is inside me and I look in a mirror. What a shame that I couldn't see my dear friend, and lover.

Time was drawing near, things were in place and I went upstairs to bathe, change and get ready for my first guest. I chose to wear my favorite, dark green, velvet shirt and jeans beacuse I didn't like getting dressed up anymore than that ever, and besides I wasn't going to mislead him into thinking I was some up-ity lady how put on airs. I want him to see the real me.
"Oh, but how could I ever tell him I make love to a dead woman? That's the real me and I can't tell him that." I sputtered.

I couldn't dwell on it so I had to turn my attention to getting the candles and fires lit. The beauty of this home was that it had, for an old home, large doorframes to lessen the room divison, and it was blessed with four fire places inside and two outside. I had lined the walls with candle sconces to enhance the evening light. I knew my home was a comfortable place, so I knew, at least, he would not be uneasy here, for this visit, unless something were to happen.

It was time now, and Isabella had not yet revealed herself to me. I worried about what she was feeling and what she was gonna do.
 
Isabella:

Walking up to Melilia, Isabella reached out to pass her hand through her cheek. "You really like this man... I want to share in your joy... Please, can we be one again?" She asked softly, distantly.
 
Melilia

I felt a the wierd sensation of feeling I had had with Izzy coming into me, and I knew it was her, wanting in....

I just stood there and before to long she was inside and I could feel her and know her thoughts now.

Just then a knock came on the front door, and I nearly fell over from the start..I knew it was him, so I began to tremble and I was very nervous. Dinner was ready, the house was warm and inviting, and the backdoors were flung open for fresh air. I took in a deep breath and walked to the door....
 
Eric

The sound of a single pair of footsteps could be heard approaching the door. Fixing myself up slightly with one hand while the other holds the kitten, I look over the clothes that I'd choosen to wear on this occasion. Not being able to afford much on the amount that I made, it wasn't anything fancy, but was much nicer then the usual street clothes that I'd wear. As the door began to slowly open, I noticed the kitten start to hiss and struggle in my grip.

Melilia greets me at the door when the kitten trys to get free of me. "Hi, I'm sorry about the way the cat's acting, I don't know what's gotten into her." was my own greeting and apology about the current situation. My only guess was that the kitten had been afraid of being away from the others for so long. It was the only thing I could think of to explain her sudden change in attitude.

With one quick swip of it's paw, the kittens claw scratch against the skin of my hand. Although the cut wasn't deep, it stung just enough for me to loose the hold on the feline. With that, the tiny animal mad a run for the road that leads back towards the town. The darn thing moved faster then any kitten that was around it's age that I'd ever seen before.

Turning back to face Melilia, I give her a warm smile while trying to play this off, "Well, that's something you don't see everyday now is it?" Letting out a short laugh, I flinch when the stinging sensation becomes slightly stronger. Looking down at the cut, the sight of a small drop of blood appearing from the claw mark came as a surprise to me.

Melilia lead me into her large home when she noticed the small amount of blood. The cut wasn't that bad, but the whole thing had come as a surprise to both of us. Meeting Melilia's eyes, I get lost while telling her, "You... look wonderful tonight... even more so then usual." And she honestly did at that.
 
Isabella:

Laying eyes on the little kitten made their shared heart leap because of Isabella's reaction. She had wanted to reach out and pet it, it was so addorable, but then it hissed and fought its way free of the mans grip, bolting for the road. Isabella felt herself cring, it must have senced her... She felt almost like crying.
 
Eric looked so handsome, and was looking at me with such inquisitive eyes, but it was hard for me to deal with Izzy and Eric at the same time. I had to remember to think what I wanted Izzy to hear, and say what I wanted Eric to hear, which became a bit confusing, when Izzy started to cry..

I thought to her "It isn't your fault, don't cry honey, I am going to go get the kitty when I am done taking care of Eric's wound."

"Here, sit in here while I go and get some stuff together." I said to Eric while I thought calming thoughts to Izzy, as I seated him in my the large sofa in the front recieving room. I went into the kitchen and I pour a bowl of warm water, aloe and comfrey, and got the gauze out of the cabinet. Meanwhile, I was trying to calm Izzy.
"You should stay here with Eric while I go get the kitty, and when I get back, you can try again with petting it, just don't expect it to like us right away, because it has never met anyone like you and me." I explained
"Promise me you won't take it personally until after you have tried for a while..Okay, Izzy?" I asked silently.

Upon returning to and caring for Eric, I told him to stay put, and I would be right back. I approached the door, to go out not even thinking about Izzy, and it was as though when I walked through the door frame it was as though she was ripped out of me by a force that took the wind out of me. I fell forward a bit and I stood there worried that Eric had seen my reaction, so I just started walking out and closing the door behind me.

I returned a few minutes later with the kitten, that had been cowaring under a neigbor's shrub. I walked in the door, gleefully cheering that all was well, even though I felt very weird about what had happened, and worried about what toll it took on Izzy.

[Edited by G.R. on 03-21-2001 at 05:04 PM]
 
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