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LOVE FOR ETERNITY - PART 75

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PART 75: | SOMEONE ELSE KNOWS |

- “KLAUS!” Natali enters the courtyard yelling his name while also holding Cami’s arm tightly so she doesn’t run away.

- “What do you want?” Klaus asks, before he even saw that Cami is with her, he didn’t saw her until he came closer, “What are you doing with her?”

- “Aurora's little protege thought that now when she is a vampire she can get dark objects back. I could’ve killed her but instead, I brought her here. She is your responsibility.” Natali pushed Cami towards Klaus, “Keep her out of my sight if you want her alive.”

- “I’m no one's responsibility and those dark objects are my family’s legacy.” Cami says angrily.

- “Last time I recall Kol and I made them and your family stole them. I thought that we explained that to you when we took back what’s ours.” Natali tell her.

- “Give them back, or I will take them back.” Cami sneers at her coldly.

- Natali takes a step towards her, “Show me how are you gonna take them.”

Cami took one step forward but was blocked when Klaus stood between them. He knew it wouldn’t be a good idea for Cami to piss off Natali even more than she already did.

- “You’ll regret this moment.” Cami says.

- “The only thing I regret is failing to realize how far you've spun out of control! And you can forget about leaving.” Klaus says exasperatedly.

- Cami continues to stare at Klaus with a blank expression as she moves so they're nearly nose-to-nose, “She was right, wasn't she? Aurora? She did this to turn you against me, to rob me of the one advantage I have over her.. My humanity. And me, like this? It's a problem for you, isn't it? Not the darkness - that you find intriguing - the fact that I am out of control.” Klaus scowls at her accurate assessment, which only makes Cami more smug, “I'm out of your control, and you hate it, don't you? You have spent ten centuries getting the entire world to tremble at your name, but you're the one who's terrified, Klaus. You are a scared little kid, convinced he'll be tossed aside the second he isn't needed.” Klaus angrily grabs Cami by the arm, and she yelps in surprise, “Let go of me!”

- Just then, an exhausted and weary-looking Hayley appears behind them, “You can't just force her to stay here, Klaus.”

- Klaus glares at Hayley, but Cami looks relieved, “Finally! Someone who's on my side.” she says.

- Hayley gives Cami a look, “Oh, don't get me wrong - I remember when I turned, and you for sure shouldn't have a box of witch crap.”

Natali rolls her eyes at Hayley’s comment about dark objects and Hayley turns her attention to Klaus, who is annoyed by this entire situation, “But, you can't hold her hostage, either. Let me talk to her.”

- Klaus was unamused, “I hardly think now is the time for a women's empowerment meeting.”

- Hayley sighs and stares Klaus in the eyes with a no-nonsense expression, “She died, Klaus, because she got caught up in the Mikaelson world. Just like me. Just like Jackson. So yeah, she and I have a few things to talk about.

Klaus looks as though he's about to argue, but before he can say anything, Elijah enters the room.

- “Niklaus.. A word?” Elijah says.

Klaus sighs before leaving Hayley and Cami to talk and joining Elijah in his study, Natali comes along with him.

Klaus and Natali joined Elijah in his study, where Elijah is explaining what he learned from Aya and Ariane, along with his research into the prophecies.

- “I thought the pale horse might be something Biblical, or even tied to one of the equestrian constellations. There's Pegasus, perhaps even Equuleus.” Elijah explained to his brother as he wandered around the room looking in all manner of books.

- Klaus sighs in annoyance and frustration, “Neither of those sounds like a weapon, unless they plan to bore us to death.” he flops down on the couch behind him, “You know, it would be nice if, just once, the witches bloody well said what they mean.”

- “We’ll figure out what it means before someone else does.” Natali says.

- “Where’s Kol, maybe he could help?” Elijah suggested.

- “He is out and about.” Natali says, “I’ll tell him when I see him.”

- “Is everything okay?” Elijah asked.

- “Yeah. He is just on the edge ever since Renee came into our lives.” Natali told him and saw that Elijah was suddenly uncomfortable, but he quickly cover is up, “Did he tell you anything about that?”

- “No.” Elijah quickly replied, “But it’s Kol, you know how he can get jealous if he feels threatened that someone could take his place.”

- Natali let out a laugh, “Yeah, you’re probably right. He’s constantly telling me not to trust Renee and doesn’t want me to get close with her.” she says and adds, “Anyway, I will go to find him and tell him what we learned.”

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After an hour of looking for him she finally found him at the cemetery in their Play house.

- “Hey, stranger.” Natali tells him before he saw her.

- Kol looks up and quickly stands up to his feet, “Hey darling.” he says before hugging her and kissing her forehead.

- Natali smiles and after they moved from each other embrace she told him, “You didn’t even come home last night.”

- Kol looks down onto the flood, “Uh yeah, I was entertaining myself.”

- “I’ve heard, ten people missing and five found dead.” Natali says.

- “Actually there’s five more.” Kol says with a devilish smirk.

- “Of course there is.” Natali says returning a smirk.

- Suddenly Kol quickly grabs her waist and pulls her towards him, “Did you miss me?”

- Natali tries to hide her smile, “Well.. you obviously didn’t miss me.”

Kol only smiled at her words before he leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss had started off light and smooth, but then over time it started to pick up into very passionate kiss. When his lips left hers, they traveled down her jawline and down to her neck. Natali grinned and continued to enjoy his touch.

She snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him right against her, making both of them moan out. Then Kol's kisses trailed back up to her lips, his hands roaming her body. Natali bit her lip, her hands running through Kol’s hair, before traveling down his chest, undoing his buttons torturously slowly.

Natali gasped as she found herself pressed hard up against the wall, Kol’s kisses began to trail down her neck, biting down gently before sucking on her pulse point, causing her to moan out. Meaningfully, Natali raised her hips, so that her body was flush against the bulge in his jeans. While he was sucking on her neck Natali fumbled with his jeans, finally managing to yank them down. Kol moved his fingers down her body, skirting any sensitive areas that might encourage her to moan as he unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall from her hips and land in a heap around her ankles. One hand traveled down her body and stopping on her lacy knickers, he skirted the edge for a few seconds before he slipped a finger inside. Heat greeted him and there was no denying how much they were both aching for each other. His eyes flicked over her facial features; her mouth was half-open, her eyes were closed. He then curved two fingers and slid them inside her, causing Natali’s mouth to drop open fully and a gasp caught in her throat.

After they’ve finished they both took their clothes off of the floor and put them back on. The only thing Natali couldn’t find was her t-shirt, but luckily for her Kol quickly found it.

- “Looking for this?” Kol asked as he held her t-shirt in his hands.

- “Yes.” Natali replied and grabbed her t-shit from his hands. She put it back on and looked at him, “You almost made me forget why I came here.” she smiled.

- Kol comes closer to her so that their bodies are almost touching, “So that means you didn’t come here to have sex with me.” His fingers curled around her neck gently and softly yet strong enough to show dominance, the kissed her with such need, “We can continue to play until I make you forget.” he said in between kisses.

- That made Natali smile but she also pulled away from the kiss, “No. It’s really important.” she told him.

Kol didn’t really pay attention to what she was saying, instead he trailed kisses over her cheek to her jawline and neck.

- “Kol.. stop and listen to me.” Natali tells him.

- Reluctantly Kol stops and looks at her, “I was listening.”

- “No, you didn’t.” Natali says.

- “What did you want to tell me?” Kol asked.

- “We got a clue about a weapon from the prophecy.” Natali told him and that did catch his attention, “Elijah said what he learned from Aya and her coven.”

- “So what’s the weapon?” Kol asks impatiently.

- “They didn’t say what the weapon is only that unending darkness lies before your family. A lone figure. A pale horse. A flame that will burn you all.” Natali quoted the words of the witch.

- Kol turned his back to her and took a moment to think about it, then turned towards her again, “A pale horse.”

- “What?” Natali asked in confusion.

- “That’s the weapon.” Kol told her.

- Natali furrows her eyebrows at him, “How can that be a weapon?” she wanted more information.

- “A thousand years ago Klaus made a figure of a wooden knight for Rebekah.” Kol says and adds, “From the white oak tree.”

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Quickly after Kol figured out what the weapon is they went back to the compound to find Elijah and Klaus.

- “Kol figured out what the weapon is.” Natali says as they entered a room where Elijah and Klaus were.

- “And?” Klaus asks.

- “It’s a wooden knight you made thousand years ago.” Kol tells him, wondering how Klaus didn’t think of that by himself.

- Elijah frowns in confusion, “I collected the firewood myself. It was fallen branches from everywhere, and the horse was made of the white oak.. that weapon is here.” he says.

Klaus frantically began searching through the shelves and boxes in his study while Elijah, Kol and Natali watch him.

- “It was here. I know that.” Klaus snapped.

- “Well, it obviously isn’t anymore.” Kol says not happy about the fact that Klaus doesn’t know where it is, “That’s the only thing that can kill us and you’ve lost it.”

- “I didn’t lose it.” Klaus hissed, his voice was cold, but then he sighs deeply when he realizes what has just happened, “We're just here a little too late.”

- “What do you mean too late?” Natali asked in a worried voice.

- Though Klaus is smiling weakly, it's clear he is very unhappy about what he's just discovered, “There’s only one other person capable of deciphering the witch's riddle, the very person with whom I shared my memories of that night.. My trusted therapist.”

- Natali laughs in disbelief, “I can’t believe how much that girl wants to be dead.”

- “You will not touch her.” Klaus exclaimed.

- “If I find her first I will.” Natali says firmly.

Klaus went outside of the room to call Cami and see where she is, but instead he learned that she will give him back what he wants if she will get dark objects back. When Klaus told that to Kol and Natali they were furious.

- “WHAT!?” Natali exclaimed, “You will let her play with your life's just because she wants OUR dark objects?”

- “I will not let her play with our lives.” Klaus corrected her, “You will give her what she wants.”

- “Exactly, I will give her the sweet release of death.” Natali tells him, “She obviously wants it.��

- “I liked your girl better while she was human.” Kol stated.

- “Don’t make this more complicated.” Klaus tells them, “Give her dark objects and when we burn that wooden knight, you can have them back.”

- “Think about it.” Elijah told them when he saw that both of them rolled their eyes at what Klaus said, “You won’t lose anything and we will stop the prophecy.”

- “They will lose their pride.” Klaus remarks.

- “Niklaus..” Elijah says in a strong voice.

- “What? It true.” Klaus says.

- “You know what? Okay, we’ll give her dark objects, but not all of them.” Natali tells them, “And after white oak is destroyed I will take them back whatever coast it takes.”

- “You won’t have to kill her, I will take them from her.” Klaus told her.

- “You’re not so keen on keeping your word.” Kol reminded him.

- “If he doesn’t want her dead he’ll do as he promised.” Natali says and with that the two of them left to their home to pack some of the dark objects and bring them to Klaus who will meet with Cami.

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When they gave Klaus dark objects he went to meet with Cami at the cemetery, he was walking towards the Lycée when he finds Vincent leaning against the outside wall of one of the tombs.

- “Ah, Vincent.” Klaus turns down the aisle to approach him, “I should have known Camille would seek powerful fools to aid in this rather futile gambit. As I send you off to join your Ancestors, just know this is her fault.”

Klaus lunges for Vincent, but is promptly blocked by his boundary spell. Vincent looks slightly smug and doesn't even flinch as Klaus glares at him.

- “I was hoping for a simple trade, but seeing as how everything Kol and Natali took can't possibly fit in that briefcase, I'm gonna go ahead and assume that "simple" ain't exactly your family’s style.” Vincent told him.

- “Why don't you take down this barrier? I'll show you precisely what my style entails.” Klaus says coldly.

- Just then, Cami finally walks out of the tomb and joins them, “Seriously? I have an ancient, mystical weapon of doom, and instead of agreeing to my very fair trade, you're making threats.”

- “There she is! Traitor to my family, thief of that which is mine.” Klaus stated.

- Cami rolls her eyes, “Don't be dramatic. Like I said, I wanted your attention. And, seeing as you're here, I'd say I got it.”

- Klaus was irritated by her actions, “Yes, a rather effective tactic - one I usually reserve for enemies. And here, I thought we were intimates.”

- Cami smiles, “We are. But relationships are built on trust and equality, and we don't have either.”

- Klaus scoffs, “And so your response is to steal what's mine in an attempt to bend my will to yours.”

- “I just want back what they took.” Cami says and looks at the briefcase in his hands, “What, that's like, a third of them? So, would you like a third of the white oak?”

- Klaus looks absolutely stunned and exasperated by Cami's behavior, “Are you really gonna do this?”

- “Yes, I will. And when you retrieve the rest of my dark objects you can tell Natali that I’m not afraid of her.” Cami tells him.

- “You know that boundary spell won’t protect you from her don’t you?” Klaus reminded her, “Maybe I should send her here instead.”

- Cami smiles, knowing what he is trying to achieve, “But you won’t, because you want me to stay alive. And I want you to stay alive so stop screwing around and give me back what is mine.”

- Klaus sighs and kicks the briefcase through the barrier for her. However, it's clear that he's still quite frustrated by the whole ordeal, “Fine. I'll retrieve your toys. Keep this bloody barrier up 'til I return.”

Cami looks satisfied as she watches Klaus leave.

Before Klaus entered Fangtasia he was thinking about what to say to Natali and Kol and not make them angrier than they already are, but he didn’t know if that was possible. He knew they won’t be happy that Cami wants all of the dark objects back.

When he came into the club they were sitting at their usual booth and Natali saw him right away.

- “Is she happy now?” Natali asked and quickly added, “Give me the white oak so I can burn it.”

- “About that..” Klaus began saying.

- “What happened?” Natali asked sternly.

- Klaus smiles, a bit nervous, “She wants all dark objects back.”

- Natali was quietly staring at him, thinking about all the ways she can torture Cami with those same dark objects before killing her, “Tell me where she is.”

- “I won’t tell you where she is.” Klaus replies.

- Natali stands up to her feet, “Fine. Then I will find her myself.”

Klaus went back to the cemetery to try and reason with Cami before she gets herself hurt. Meanwhile, Natali was preparing for a locator spell, so she can find Cami.

- “Any success?” Kol asked as he came into a room where Natali was.

- “No. Something is blocking me.” Natali tells him, “Or better say someone. Vincent for example.”

- “If Vincent is helping her, then we go to a place where he has the most power.” Kol suggested.

- “Natali smiles at him, “The city of dead.”

Night has fallen and Kol and Natali left to the cemetery to find Cami and Klaus. When they came they could sense that something happened there, nothing good. While they were walking through the cemetery trying to find anyone they saw Klaus who was on the ground and he just woken up and pushed himself up.

- “Klaus..” Natali says and he turns around towards them, “What happened?”

- “One witch from the Strix broke my neck.” Klaus says angrily.

- Kol sighs, “There could be only one thing they came here for.”

- Natali shakes her head, she couldn't believe this happened and only because of one person, “Cami screwed up everything.”

Natali starts walking towards the tomb where she sensed that Cami and Vincent were and Klaus quickly follows her and stop her from entering the tomb.

- “Move.” Natali says strictly, “I can sense a boundary spell here.” she raises her hand in an attempt to touch and siphon the barrier, but Klaus grabs her and pushes her backward.

- “Are you gonna defend the person who put our lives at risk?” Kol questioned him.

Just then Cami and Vincent showed up behind Klaus’ back.

- “You bitch.” Natali hissed at her.

- Klaus turned towards Cami and looks at her angrily, “You realize this is your doing? Your attempt to manipulate me played right into our enemies' hands!”

- Cami sighs, “I’m sorry.”

- “Your apologies won't bring back what's been lost!” Klaus tells her.

- “Then shut up and let Vincent track down that witch!” Cami says.

Vincent, who has had about enough of their bickering for the day, exits the tomb and gets ready to leave, causing Klaus to call after him threateningly, “Where do you think you're going?”

- “I want to find her just as much as you do, but I cannot concentrate, not with this pointless bickering.” Vincent tells him.

- “For fuck sake I will find her, just let me inside the tomb.” Natali tells Klaus.

- “Don’t you dare touch her.” Klaus says.

- “Cami can live another day. Right now we need to find white oak before it falls into wrong hands.” Natali told him.

After that they all came into the tomb and Natali prepared for a spell, Kol helped her. Meanwhile, Klaus and Cami were talking. Suddenly, Cami's phone starts to ring in her pocket, but she ignores it in favor of finishing her speech. The more it rings, the more annoyed Klaus becomes.

- “Answer your bloody phone, would you?” Klaus says irritably.

Cami sighs and answers her phone by snapping at the caller on the other end of the line. She immediately shuts up and listens when she realizes Davina is calling her. Davina called her to warn her about the witch, but she was a little late. And then to their unluckiness they discovered that a witch who took white oak wasn’t working for the Strix, and it became clear who has been pulling the strings this whole time.

- “Bloody hell, your crazy ex-girlfriend has the white aok.” Kol remarks.

- “Aurora's involvement changes everything. If Aya and the Strix had the oak, we could at least be certain Elijah is not the target. But with the weapon in Aurora's hands..” Klaus tells them.

- “I wonder which one of you she'll try and kill first.” Natali says.

- “You better stop talking and do the damn spell.” Klaus tells her, annoyed by her comment.

- “Why don’t you do the damn spell yourself.” Natali replies, and he could tell that she was angry.

- "Where do you think you're going?" Klaus asks when he saw that Natali was preparing to leave.

- "I told you. Find her yourself, I'm done with cleaning up the mess other people made." Natali says and shots a look at Cami before reaching out for a bag full of dark objects, "You won't be needing this anymore." and after that Kol and Natali left.

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 5 years

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Unfinished Business (6/6)

Summary: Today is the day that Renee will become the Queen of Cordonia, but oh how her mind still wanders…

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, we’re just having a good time. Also this series will contain smatters of Canon dialogue that I also do not own

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

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The processional was already underway by the time Renee, Bertrand, and Olivia reached the antechamber.

Renee watched as Liam's attendant and the last of the wedding party disappeared into the cathedral's main entrance, heart sinking to her feet.

A faint knock from the double doors at the end of the hallway saw Olivia take a deep breath and turn to the friend she never wanted.

"That's my cue to join the procession," she told the bride giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze, "Good luck."

Olivia turned on her heels, the crimson and black skirts of her dress twirling around her feet as she made her way out.

Time seemed to slow down for Renee. Everything sounded hollow, the soft click of Olivia's heels as she retreated more like canon blasts.

It was time. There was no more stalling, no more what ifs. In moments she would marry King Liam and become Queen Renee of Cordonia.

"It's customary for a member of your house to remain with you until your entrance, and since House Beaumont has always been your sponsor I thought I ought to keep you company."

Bertrand's words brought Renee's thoughts back to where they should be and she shook her head free of the fog.

"Thanks, Bertrand. We've come a long way." her reply was filled with a dutiful confidence. She offered him a warm smile to match his own.

"Indeed. It seems like a lifetime since Maxwell first brought you to the palace…"

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Renee slipped quietly into the palace apple orchard, keenly aware of Mara's presence in the distance. Her fingers grazed against proud applewood trunks until she found a tiny rope swing near the center of the orchard.

Taking a seat she watched a shadowy figure-a man with broad shoulders- emerge from behind one of the trees.

"Thank you for meeting me here, Sweethear-ah-Your Grace."

Renee grinned widely. It wasn't often Bertrand failed to address someone properly.

Perhaps he'd been correct the first time. Despite the fact that she and Liam were to marry in the morning, she still desperately wanted to be Bertrand's sweetheart.

"Of course, Your Grace. Very cloak and dagger of you."

Bertrand frowned but stepped closer to the duchess.

A comfortable silence reigned supreme. Renee twisted herself on the swing, the straps coiling tightly around themselves. When her big toe could scarcely reach the ground, she let herself go, flying in a corkscrew, the weightless feeling in her stomach exactly what she needed at that moment.

The Duke's eyes lit up as he watched the innocent scene. Somehow the childlike qualities Renee shared with Maxwell- the youthful exuberance she constantly emanated- no longer exasperated him as his younger brother's did. Renee's was quite charming. Endearing even.

She giggled with glee as the swing came to a stop, her eyes darting towards Bertrand.

"Ah ah ah...careful Duke Ramsford. I can see your teeth. Don't want anyone to catch you smiling. It would ruin your whole reputation." she joked.

An uncharacteristic chuckle escaped him as he stepped up behind her. He grasped the small piece of wood upon which she sat on either side, pulling her back gently and releasing her. The swing propelled her forward at a leisurely pace. When she returned to him, her body tensed as she felt his hands on her back, pushing once more.

"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" She asked over her shoulder, admiring the way soft moonlight always made Bertrand more handsome.

He shook his head, "No. I simply wanted to be in your company away from prying eyes, one last time."

On the up-swing Renee jumped, landing on her feet and spinning to look at her sponsor head on.

She believed what he said, noticing for the first time that he'd dressed down for the occasion, his attire almost matching her own customary casual dress that he'd always been so troubled by. He was even wearing sneakers for crying out loud.

"Then what should we do with our time?"

She ambled towards him stopping an arm's length away.

Bertrand's breath hitched. Renee looked like an angel in the nighttime luminescence.

He cleared his throat before he said, "Whatever you'd like, Your Grace."

Teasingly she stepped forward again until her chest was pressed against his, their breath mingling together as she stared up at him. Bringing her hand to his shoulder, Renee ran a finger down his arm, electricity igniting between them when she found the bare skin below his short shirt sleeve.

She stepped tentatively back.

"Tag! You're it!"

She raced away from him, hair flying like a halo around her as she cast her gaze back to ensure he was following.

Bertrand looked flabbergasted for a fleeting moment before cautiously heading towards her.

"Catch me if you can!" she shouted as she rounded a broad tree trunk.

"Renee this is preposterous," Bertrand chuckled, "I can scarcely see and you as well. One or both of us will surely fall."

" Are you afraid you're too slow to catch me, old man?" She whirled around the tree trunk, hands on either side hair flowing freely over her shoulder as she hung there.

"Old man?" Bertrand's eyes twinkled with a childlike playfulness, and he continued to pursue her, this time in earnest.

The chase continued as the duchess wove her way among the trees. She swung around another trunk to taunt her one-time lover only to face plant directly into his muscular chest.

"Ha!" he proclaimed. Renee stumbled back, grabbing his t-shirt to steady herself. A rather large root protruded from the earth behind her and she tripped, completely losing her footing. Attempting to catch her, Bertrand lost his as well and they tumbled haphazardly to the ground.

Renee hit the grass with a thud, the duke landing squarely on top of her.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart." Bertrand scrambled to his knees extending a hand to help her up. She ignored the gesture at first, instead she burst into laughter, cackling like a mad woman. She reached up and took his hand pulling him to the ground beside her.

"Laugh with me, baby. You know you want to." She chuckled, and so he did. A small chuckle at first, as their heads rested together, devolving into them both in a fit of laughter in the grass.

Catching her breath, she propped herself on an elbow, facing him as he followed suit.

"Bertrand why do you refuse to let anyone but me see this side of you? It must be so lonely and tiresome to be so stone faced all the time."

He reached up and tucked a strand of her wavy brown hair behind her ear, admiring her.

"Some parts of myself are for you and you alone, Darling."

"But don't you want people to like you?"

"I want people to respect me."

"It's possible to have both."

With a sigh Bertrand sat up, knees bent and elbows resting upon them.

"I'm sorry, B. Please don't put it back up." Renee said sitting up beside him, caressing his shoulder.

"Put what back up?"

"The Beaumont wall. Maxwell said your father had one too."

"It isn't a wall. It's a well-oiled armor. And after tonight I will always have to wear it in your presence." He shifted to brush her cheek with his knuckles.

Renee shut her eyes and covered his hand, savoring his touch.

"Especially now that I've known you fully. Biblically. I know exactly the depth of my loss."

"But...the depths remember don't they? I know it was certainly a night that I'll never forget."

Bertrand snorted, pulling his hand from her grasp.

"Are you saying you regret it?" Renee tucked her lip between her teeth not sure she truly wanted the answer. He turned to her, astonished.

"Never. Even if it hurts, I haven't a single regret when it comes to you. The feel of your skin against mine is a memory I will always cherish."

"Me, too." She took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, leaning in slowly to press her lips to his.

In another reality, there would have been visible sparks flying from their lips. The kiss was warm and tender but savage and primal all at once. Renee desperately tried to pour all of her love into it and when their lips parted to taste one another in a deepened embrace, the soft moan that fell from Bertrand spoke volumes.

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Renee paced across the floor of the antechamber wishing that she could somehow make the seconds stretch on into infinity. Wishing that when she'd had the chance, so many moons ago, to fly away from Cordonia and everything that was about to take place that she had taken it.

Surreptitiously she stole glances at Bertrand. Mostly he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, barely venturing a look in her direction, but this time he reached into the breast pocket of his coat.

Renee was sure he didn't notice she was watching, and when he produced something from the coat, the glimmer of a small flask caught her wide eyes.

"Bertrand Archibald Beaumont!" she scolded and the Duke jumped at her tone. He spun to face her sheepishly.

"You weren't even going to share?"

Bertrand glowered at the object in his hand, shame flashing in his eyes before he tipped it to her, never meeting her gaze.

She stepped forward and took the flask watching him closely as she brought it to her lips, the tequila within burning its way into her stomach. She screwed the cap on and handed it back.

"Now, you really should get out there." he told her, tucking the flask safely away as he turned to face her squarely.

"Wish me luck."

Bertrand beamed at her but it was forced and she could tell.

"I wish you luck and all the happiness in the world, Renee. Now go on. Liam is waiting for you."

The duchess's face fell and she took a step in his direction. She closed her eyes and planted a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

With only a courtly bow as a reply, Bertrand turned from her and headed out to find his seat within the cathedral.

"I love you," she whispered, alone in the antechamber as a silent tear slid down her cheek.

She stepped up to the double doors and when she was sure her legs would carry her she pushed her way into the flower-strewn room.

The crowd rose to pay tribute as she sauntered down the aisle. Every Cordonian Noble worth their salt could be found in the pews and Renee nodded to a few of them as she passed. Quiet whispers about her dress and her radiance could be heard all around and she painted on a plastic smile for the people that were to be her subjects.

When finally she looked at her betrothed, she found Liam's eyes not on her, but on Drake. His gaze was subtle of course, Renee only noticing because she was looking.

The two men locked eyes for the briefest of moments and they smiled at one another before Maxwell noticed too, nodding his head in Renee's direction.

Liam corrected himself, straightening his jacket and plastering on his own plastic grin.

She reached her destination passing off her bouquet to Olivia before joining hands with the king.

Leo, Cordonia's former crown prince and Liam's older brother stood ready to officiate and he cleared his throat as everyone took their seats.

"Today I am here as a favor to Renee Brooks and my brother, King Liam, the man who's lucky enough to wed her." Leo began.

Renee could feel her heartbeat in her ears. The world was beginning to blur around her and she gripped Liam's hands tighter for stability.

When she steadied herself she looked out over the crowd, finding Bertrand not in his assigned seat, but instead a seat on the aisle in the very last row. She had to squint to be certain, but once she was panic gripped her chest.

"He's going to run." she thought.

Liam followed her gaze toward the back, and finding what she was looking at he squeezed her fingers in reassurance. Her eyes turned back to the king as Leo continued,

"...but at it's heart, every wedding is about one thing: the love between a couple and the bond they have chosen to share."

Another glance into the crowd found Bertrand tucking his silver flask back into his coat. People in the front rows started to swoon as fat, warm tears began to form in Renee's eyes, blurring her vision.

"Don't you dare do it. You can't leave. I can't do this without you." she thought, lip quivering.

"Just as planting a seed is not enough for it to grow into an apple tree, speaking your vows is not enough for a marriage to truly flourish."

Leo paused then and cleared his throat, giving the bride a knowing look before he went on.

Just then, a low creak from the back of the room caused most to turn their heads. A minor distraction as many in the crowd promptly turned their attention back to their monarchs, but the pained look that Maxwell wore told Renee that Bertrand was gone.

Her thoughts started racing, the giant cathedral feeling more like a broom closet. Breathing becoming heavy she heard Leo talking about nurturing bonds but she wasn't really listening.

She brought Liam's hands to her face, kissing the backs of them before leaning in so that only he could hear her.

"I'm sorry. We both know we can't do this,"

His brown, almond shaped eyes searched hers as he clenched his jaw.

"You love Drake; and you should be with him. And I-"

Liam cut her off with a whisper in her ear, "Go to him. We're both free now."

Renee stepped back, sweeping into a brief curtsey. The king nodded regally at her as confused whispers started to spread. The duchess gathered up her skirt and, with everything she had, she bolted for the doors.

Bursting out into the sunlight, flash bulbs and reporters accosted her, but she ignored them, head on a swivel as she frantically searched for her beloved.

A small cobblestone path to the side of the cathedral led to a fountain with benches surrounding it. There Bertrand stood, tie undone staring into the pristine water.

Dropping her skirt she ambled over. The click of her heels must have alerted him because he glanced over his shoulder, face coming alive with shock and relief when he saw her.

Renee simply shrugged, before allowing her tears to fall freely.

"I can't. I couldn't. Bertrand I love y-" she began to blubber, but the duke silenced her with a searing kiss.

All around them the photogs were going wild, lobbing questions from every direction, but for the first time in a long time Renee felt at peace with herself and the noise around them faded away.

"Well, what do we do now? This is all going to be a mess very quickly." Renee brushed her fingers against Bertrand’s cheek, unable to keep her hands off of him.

"What mess? For once the world finally feels right."

She gestured to the growing crowd.

"I don't care about the press. Let them look. Let them splash our picture over every magazine cover they'd like. I finally have you. That's all that matters now. I love you, Renee Brooks. Truly, madly, deeply. I was a fool to ever think I could pretend otherwise."

Renee threw her arms around his neck and he hoisted her up, spinning her around before placing her back on her feet. She yanked his lapels and crashed her lips against his.

"Let's get outta here, Your Grace. I'm thinking: you, me, and a bottle of tequila. We'll see what happens next." Renee grinned up at him.

"Sounds like a plan, Sweetheart."

#Unfinished Business #unfinished business au #trr au #choices: stories you play #playchoices fanfiction #trr fanfic #bertrand beaumont #liam rhys #liam x mc #bertrand x mc #trr bertrand beaumont #trr king liam #long post #love never ends

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willyoustillteachme · 6 years

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The foxes as things my running team has said

Neil Josten: We came here to run track and eat ass, and the workout's over

Andrew Minyard: I wanna be called "quadzilla"

Kevin Day: Now I really wish I was an aborted fetus

Dan Wilds: I'm not a girl!!! I'm a MAN!

Matt Boyd: I need something that makes my eardrums twerk

Renee Walker: Who's Thot?? Is that a biblical figure??

Aaron Minyard: If snakes learned that moving around warmed them up, they'd be unstoppable

Nicky Hemmick: You look like Brokeback Mountain meets neopolitan ice cream

Seth Gordon: Does cocaine make you run faster?

Allison Reynolds: I'm Cupid bitch

Wymack: I carry a Glock, honey

Jeremy Knox: *really excited* I got you a pumpkin!!!

Jean Moreau: *talking about burpees* If there's a surprise 40, there's a surprise suicide

Abby: You're gonna get sun cancer

Bee: I have a deodorant stick if anyone gets hungry

Riko: aka death...the best death around

Ryland: The more straps, the more fun

Bonus Wymack: I enabled them to act like idiots

Bonus Nicky: Everytime I look at a boy, I get pregnant

Bonus Andrew: Bees are like AIDS, they don't attack you unless you're gay

Bonus Neil: Running gave me rabies twice

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xvnot15 · 5 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by: @conejocabron

Why the username?: Ahh well it’s all tied to my second major fandom of Xena. My nickname (see more details below) got shortened to XV and one of my STV Janeway/7 buddies kept teasing me and calling me 15 (as in xv is 15 in Roman numerals) So my catchphrase at the start of all my emails was “It’s X—V--- not 15!” And her being the wonderful ass-hat she was, (god I do miss her) said “Oh, how’s it going XVnot15.” LOL I use it as my pen name as well for fanfic.

Zodiac: Aries But I’m an Aries lamb not a ram.

Height: 5 foot 4 inches as I have been since my 11th birthday.

Time:15:32

Favorite band/artist: I love all sorts from Mozart to Twisted Sister but given that I’ve been to only 6 concerts in my life and 5 of the were for one artist I best answer Neil Diamond!!

Song stuck in my head: Electric Dreams…there is currently a commercial on UK television with it being sung and it stays in my head ofr ages after each time I see it.

Nickname: OY! Soo very many over the years, Bertha Beth, SuzyQ, Sunshine, Fingers (given by my grade 7 Shop teacher because I ripped up a finger in a scroll saw, OUCH!) Rugrat, Pooh, Mrs Mangalogo… But the one that has stuck and by which I was actually called by just about everyone who knows me was XenaVirgin, then shortened to XV. And I blame Lucy Lawless for it as she gave it to me at the 10th Convention. Check out the 10th Convention DVD on the back there’s a whole section titled I’m a XenaVirgin which is there because that’s how I introduced myself when I got to ask Lucy and Renee a question and you can hear me asking the question. Then my Lady Wife created a yahoo account with the name so I could join the Xena Fan Club Kit yahoo group. And after that it just stuck.

Last movie I saw: Toy Story 4

Following:…me? Following 400 being Followed by 569

Average amount of sleep: NEVER BLOODY ENOUGH!!! I’ve had sleep problems since I was 4 years old and woke up in an empty house because my eldest brother who was supposed to be babysitting me buggered off to visit his girlfriend. Totally freaked me out and I’ve never slept well since, That being said the best time for me to sleep is always between 6:00am and 12:pm.

Last thing I googled: Veronica Seton Williams – Awesome gay lady archaeologist and Egyptologist. Needed to double check if she wrote a particular book.

Other blogs: On Tumblr no.

Do I get asks: Occasionally, 8 out 10 are usually asking about Mirandy fanfics. :D

Lucky number: 3 Always my jersey number when I played hockey in the first all girl House league in Toronto. :D

What am I wearing: Black Sweatpants, Xena T-shirt and itchy grey and black wool sweater.

Dream Job: I’ve had my dream jb, lecturing in Egyptology and ancient history. Now need to get my writing career up and running. Also developing fun workshops on ancient cultures for primary schools.

Dream trips: My real dream trip would seriously be a globetrotting Road Trip to visit my online buddies and pals and give them 3D squeezes. That would take me all over the world, including Egypt and Brazil. Yay!!!

Favorite food: Lemon and feta Greek Chicken with courgettes.

Eye color: Pale blue

Hair color: Sometimes called sandy blonde, others called mousy brown.

Aesthetic: I guess it would be Academia and personal comfort.

Languages I speak: Well I chose to concentrate on dead languages so no one could bug me about my accent. Heheheh. So Middle Egyptian (hieroglyphs) also Middle Egyptian (Hieratic), Aramaic, a smattering of Babylonian, Latin, ancient Greek, some biblical Hebrew. Also a smattering of French, German, Spanish and Yiddish.

Most Iconic song: Well the one song I will always get up and move too, even on my crutches, is 1999 by Prince. It is the essence of my teen years.

Instruments I play: Unfortunately none, though I do read music and can pick out a tune one handed on the piano, I have serious problems coordinating my hands to work together playin an instrument.

Random fact: I was catapulted out of my baby pram when I was a year old and ended up with brain damage from 2 subdural haematomas and having brain surgery. That said I went on to have an I.Q. of 145 and gain B.A. and M.Phil degrees at university. But hay it was officially brain damage, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

I tag any of the Kidlets who follow me who would like to share...just remember to @ me so I know where to find out all about ya. :D

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junia414 · 3 years

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4/4/21

Today my pastor announced that he would be stepping down from leading my church on April 4, 2021. I had heard that there had been a meeting on Friday and as he was praying before this announcement, I had a feeling it would be about a leadership shift.

As he was sharing his heart and his plans, I just began to think about my time at the Movement and how God especially used Ed Paz’s shepherding in helping me navigate my time here. Granted, my time here wasn’t all roses.

But I still remember vividly, stepping into this church, being turned off by the purple lights and yet leaving with a lightness in my soul. Chris Stites preached that Sunday, and although I’d have to go back to my notes to remember what it was about, I just remember that I was okay with going back. Spencer preached the following Sunday. Then, I missed a few Sundays afterwards. But when I came back it was Ed. I kept going because the community here was love (Krystle, Brook, Monica).

And some time in my first two months, I realized that even though it was hard to drag myself out of bed and go to church in a room full of kind strangers (who were kind but were still strangers), I would leave feeling lighter and filled with hope. I began to realize that maybe that leaden feeling I had taken to be “contentment” was actually resignation. And that it was possible to have joy and hope in a way that I felt it in my heart and was not just something I recited in my head.

I don’t think I had many one on one interactions with Ed and Rebekah. Actually, I did interact with Rebekah a lot more than I thought I did. I just didn’t know who she was. In fact, we spent a whole Saturday facepainting next to each other during an outreach, and I didn’t know that whole time that Rebekah was Ed’s wife.

I began attending small group again through the Movement church with the Terrys. And say what you will, I appreciated the group (such a RANDom mix of folks) and I can appreciate Mike’s heart and Julie’s fierce, unabashed commitment to hearing God.

I told the group about what had happened at Evangel. I began attending The Movement when the Tams came.. and they were coming from their own form of church hurt. All this is to say, God put different people there who needed to be walking alongside me as I was venturing back into a world where I’d begin to bare my heart a little bit more vulnerably.

I went to retreat in May. And it was SO awkward the first night (especially because there was a mixup where I ended up in a cabin all by myself). And then Angela and Denise entered the scene and just really made the retreat... let’s just say.. colorful. AHAHA. I also got to meet the Korean folks (who I kept being meshed with even though we didn’t know each other) through an intense table grilling session facilitated by Brittany (who also managed to get me to do some crazy exercise circuit one morning.. I think Jana joined too haha). This retreat was also when I first interacted with Nadia and Caitlin and Renee. I really am thankful (despite being EXHAUSTED) for this time to learn about spirit-led, biblical-based, corporate, orderly prayer.

In the fall, I finally shared with Ed and Rebekah about Evangel. I remember making that phone call with Owen to reach out to Ed and Rebekah and after I hung up, I cried. Because I didn’t realize how anxious I was about meeting with a pastor’s wife there. I was angry that I was so emotionally affected -- that all the years of loving interactions with various pastors’ wives could be so twisted.

One thing I appreciate about Ed’s shepherding is that when he’s there, he’s fully there. He probes with questions, he gives you his attention. He and Rebekah are honest. And they love you in the best way they know how in the moment, but also, wisely, understand that it’s not THEM that’s going to fix you. I appreciate the way he’s shepherded, because for me, after conversations, I’d be pointed towards the Gospel and back to the Word, and leaning on the Spirit.

I’m glad I got to be a part of the Movement while it was normal. With groups, and in-person prayer meetings, and informal outings, and volunteer outreaches. With the after-sermon conversations in the semi-dark auditorium with folks who linger. The lunches/boba runs.

In the fall, I switched small groups to join a women’s group and began to grow in communion with them. I can’t really describe each of the women, but they each brought their full individual selves.. and they were just so them. Monica’s monicaness, Bree’s breeness, lol. This isn’t very helpful if you don’t know them. HAHA. We had half a year together and then.. bam. Zoom. And Zoom group just helped me go even more deeply with these sisters. And even though at this point we’re not all at the same church, we still commit to each other and it’s a joy and gift.

Zoom church was hard. Zoom prayer group was hard. Zoom everything was hard. Being in a multicultural, multipolitical, multiracial group is hard. Watching how people responded was hard. Watching the leadership grope through this and have some major wins but also some major Ls were hard.

But if anything, this time under Ed’s leadership points me to my gratefulness for the opportunity to flesh out my walk with God personally. To think about what it means to be in a local body. How much needs to be the same, and what can be different. What parts of theology will I stand by solidly and will be a hill I die on. Which are things I can be curious about but hold my tongue on. How do I love brothers and sisters who are DIFFERENT from me.

In some ways, I see the shallow comforts a heavy-handed community could provide. With its rigorous list of how-to's regarding Scripture interpretation, life choices, and accountability. But in the end, conformity isn’t unity. And yes, in some ways, it takes more individual work, to really reach out and commune with brothers and sisters in Christ. And there’s been more stumbles along the way than I’m used to.

But... at the end of the day, I’m just really thankful that I'm seeing community in a different way that's conscious of our foibles and sinfulness but doesn't try to solve things by making us all the same.

And there’s definitely a temptation to jump ship with the shift in transition. I definitely have OPINIONS about what I’d PREFER. But I think... it's important to take it one step at a time.. and definitely feeling just more worshipful and thankful than anything else at the moment.

I know it will be difficult. But I think that’s okay.

What is man that you are mindful of him? love you Lord.

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muchlovedson · 4 years

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To my fellow Californians, especially those around the LA area,

Yesterday, I texted this to some of the key spiritual figures in my life. Just want to share this with you guys and ask you to consider praying about this.

In 2017, an angel showed up in my dream and handed me a bible. When I opened it, contents looked like somewhere in Joshua chapter 1 and there was a personal message in the middle of the page written in red letters, “ James, an earthquake is coming. Be careful to obey everything I command you to do ...” Then an audible voice said, “ Don’t be frantic, but meticulously prepare step by step. ”

Next day, I was given this verse.

“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord, who has compassion on you.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭54:10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

While praying for interpretation in following months, my bed shook on 2 separate occasions, and I took it as confirmation that it will be an actual earthquake not just a spiritual shaking.

About 2 weeks ago, in the middle of the night, I woke up to an inner voice warning me about a storm that is coming. And I keep getting reminded about Joshua 1 in recent days.

I fasted 5 days up in the mountains last week, and after I came down, I stumbled upon this word.

“Before Him went pestilence, And fever followed at His feet. He stood and measured the earth; He looked and startled the nations. And the everlasting mountains were scattered, The perpetual hills bowed. His ways are everlasting.”

‭‭Habakkuk‬ ‭3:5-6‬ ‭NKJV

Update (9/10/2020):

Had a quick dream last night as I started falling asleep. Pastor Jon Courson yelled, “June 16th !” He said it as an invitation to come together for worship on that day.

Not sure if the dream has anything to do with the earthquake, but I felt the dream and the timing was bit odd since I’ve been asking God all day when the earthquake was going to happen and I have never in my life received any prophetic word or dream about any specific date.

Hopefully nothing will happen... we shall see.

““For thus says the LORD of hosts: ‘Once more (it is a little while) I will shake heaven and earth, the sea and dry land; and I will shake all nations, and they shall come to the Desire of All Nations, and I will fill this temple with glory,’ says the LORD of hosts.”

‭‭Haggai‬ ‭2:6-7‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“See that you do not refuse Him who speaks. For if they did not escape who refused Him who spoke on earth, much more shall we not escape if we turn away from Him who speaks from heaven, whose voice then shook the earth; but now He has promised, saying, “Yet once more I shake not only the earth, but also heaven.” Now this, “Yet once more,” indicates the removal of those things that are being shaken, as of things that are made, that the things which cannot be shaken may remain. Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom which cannot be shaken, let us have grace, by which we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear. For our God is a consuming fire.”

‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭12:25-29‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Update #2 (9/10/2020):

Came home from work just now and decided to google search the date June 16th for any significance. Please search “616 biblical meaning” and see the result for yourself.

https://weekly.israelbiblecenter.com/666-or-616/

This is getting very interesting ! And bit eerie too. Either I need a major psych help or this could actually mean something big... probably both :) But I sense God giving us heads up to start preparing for what is to come.

I understand it’s not kosher to predict a specific date and open myself up for public ridicule. I too scoffed at a pastor who falsely predicted a second Korean war in 2018. But it takes less faith and more courage to speak on this since I’m only relaying what I saw and heard. After all, I was not consciously awake when I had those dreams and of course, I have no mind control over what I see in dreams. Fear of not sharing far outweighs fear of being wrong. Perhaps this is the reason why I was given Joshua 1, to be strong and courageous. I’m also reminded of life altering prophetic word I received in 2015 that led me to move to Nepal. The wife of late pastor Renee Azahar gave me very specific and powerful words, that God has called me to warn the world of end times.

Regardless of what may or may not happen, I think it’s always good to be prepared for an earthquake and most importantly, be in right relationship with God. And to my fellow warriors... Suit Up !

Well, I’m gonna leave everything here and let God take over from here.

I pray only the word of God stick to your soul and whatever is not from the Lord fall away and be forgotten. May the Holy Spirit speak to you individually regarding this.

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

‭‭Romans‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

** friends have asked if this means an earthquake will happen next yr on 6/16/2021. My answer: I don’t know. But with all the craziness going on in the world now, quite possible. If not coming yr, be ready the following year and every year thereafter.

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pamphletstoinspire · 6 years

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THE PROPHECY OF DANIEL - From The Douay-Rheims Bible - Latin Vulgate

Chapter 10

INTRODUCTION.

DANIEL, whose name signifies "the judgment of God," was of the royal blood of the kings of Juda, and one of those that were first of all carried away into captivity. He was so renowned for his wisdom and knowledge, that it became a proverb among the Babylonians, "as wise as Daniel;" (Ezech. xxviii. 3.) and his holiness was so great from his very childhood, that at the time when he was as yet but a young man, he is joined by the Spirit of God with Noe and Job, as three persons most eminent for virtue and sanctity. Ezech. xiv. He is not commonly numbered by the Hebrews among the prophets, because he lived at court, and in high station in the world: but if we consider his many clear predictions of things to come, we shall find that no one better deserves the name and title of a prophet; which also has been given him by the Son of God himself. Mat. xxiv. Mark xiii. Luke xxi.) Ch. --- The ancient Jews ranked him among the greatest prophets. Jos. Ant. x. 12. and 1 Mac. ii. 59. Those who came after Christ began to make frivolous exceptions, because he so clearly pointed out the coming of our Saviour, (Theod.) that Porphyrius has no other method of evading this authority except by saying, that the book was written under Epiphanes after the event of many of the predictions. S. Jer. --- But this assertion is contrary to all antiquity. Some parts have indeed been questioned, which are found only in Greek. They must, however, have sometime existed in Heb. or Chal. else how should we have the version of Theodotion, which the Church has substituted instead of the Sept. as that copy was become very incorrect, and is now lost? C. --- Some hopes of its recovery are nevertheless entertained; and its publication, at Rome, has been announced. Kennicott. --- In a title, it seems to make the Daniel visited by Habacuc, a priest; but it is abandoned. C. --- This version of course proves that the original was formerly known; and the loss of it, at present, is no more decisive against the authenticity of these pieces, that that of S. Matthew's Heb. original, and of the Chaldee of Judith, &c. will evince that their works are spurious. H. ---Extracts of (C.) Aquila and Sym. seen by S. Jerom, (W.) are also given in the Hexapla. Origen has answered the objections of Africanus, respecting the history of Susanna; and his arguments are equally cogent, when applied to the other contested works. The Jews and Christians were formerly both divided in their sentiments about these pieces. C. See S. Jer. in Jer. xxix. 12. and xxxii. 44. --- But now as the Church (the pillar of truth) has spoken, all farther controversy ought to cease; (H.) and we should follow the precept, Remove not the landmarks which thy fathers have placed. Deut. xix. 14. See N. Alex. t. ii. S. Jerom, who sometimes calls these pieces "fables," explains himself, by observing, that he had delivered "not his own sentiments," but those of the Jews: quid illi contra nos dicere soleant. C. --- If he really denied their authority, his opinion ought not to outweigh that of so many other (H.) Fathers and Councils who receive them. They admit all the parts, as the Council of Trent expressly requires us to do. See S. Cyp. &c. also the observations prefixed to Tobias, (W.) and p. 597. H. --- Paine remarks that Daniel and Ezechiel only pretended to have visions, and carried on an enigmatical correspondence relative to the recovery of their country. But this deserves no refutation. By allowing that their works are genuine, he cuts up the very root of his performance. Watson. --- Daniel, according to Sir Is. Newton, resembles the Apoc. (as both bring us to the end of the Roman empire) and is "the most distinct in order of time, and easiest to be understood; and therefore, in those things that relate to the last times, he must be made a key to the rest." Bp. Newton. --- Yet there are many difficulties which require a knowledge of history; (S. Jer. W.) and we must reflect on the words of Christ, He that readeth, let him understand. Mat. xxiv. 15. Daniel (H.) is supposed to have died at court, (C.) aged 110, having written many things of Christ. W. --- His name is not prefixed to his book, yet as Prideaux observes, he sufficiently shews himself in the sequel to be the author. H.

The additional Notes in this Edition of the New Testament will be marked with the letter A. Such as are taken from various Interpreters and Commentators, will be marked as in the Old Testament. B. Bristow, C. Calmet, Ch. Challoner, D. Du Hamel, E. Estius, J. Jansenius, M. Menochius, Po. Polus, P. Pastorini, T. Tirinus, V. Bible de Vence, W. Worthington, Wi. Witham. — The names of other authors, who may be occasionally consulted, will be given at full length.

Verses are in English and Latin.

HAYDOCK CATHOLIC BIBLE COMMENTARY

This Catholic commentary on the Old Testament, following the Douay-Rheims Bible text, was originally compiled by Catholic priest and biblical scholar Rev. George Leo Haydock (1774-1849). This transcription is based on Haydock's notes as they appear in the 1859 edition of Haydock's Catholic Family Bible and Commentary printed by Edward Dunigan and Brother, New York, New York.

Chapter 10

Daniel having humbled himself by fasting and penance seeth a vision, with which he is much terrified; but he is comforted by an angel.

[1] In the third year of Cyrus king of the Persians, a word was revealed to Daniel surnamed Baltassar, and a true word, and great strength: and he understood the word: for there is need of understanding in a vision.

Anno tertio Cyri regis Persarum, verbum revelatum est Danieli cognomento Baltassar, et verbum verum, et fortitudo magna : intellexitque sermonem : intelligentia enim est opus in visione.

[2] In those days I Daniel mourned the days of three weeks.

In diebus illis ego Daniel lugebam trium hebdomadarum diebus :

[3] I ate no desirable bread, and neither flesh, nor wine entered into my mouth, neither was I anointed with ointment: till the days of three weeks were accomplished.

panem desiderabilem non comedi, et caro et vinum non introierunt in os meum, sed neque unguento unctus sum, donec complerentur trium hebdomadarum dies.

[4] And in the four and twentieth day of the first month I was by the great river which is the Tigris.

Die autem vigesima et quarta mensis primi, eram juxta fluvium magnum, qui est Tigris.

[5] And I lifted up my eyes, and I saw: and behold a man clothed in linen, and his loins were girded with the finest gold:

Et levavi oculos meos, et vidi : et ecce vir unus vestitus lineis, et renes ejus accincti auro obrizo :

[6] And his body was like the chrysolite, and his face as the appearance of lightning, and his eyes as a burning lamp: and his arms, and all downward even to the feet, like in appearance to glittering brass: and the voice of his word like the voice of a multitude.

et corpus ejus quasi chrysolithus, et facies ejus velut species fulguris, et oculi ejus ut lampas ardens : et brachia ejus, et quae deorsum sunt usque ad pedes, quasi species aeris candentis : et vox sermonum ejus ut vox multitudinis.

[7] And I Daniel alone saw the vision: for the men that were with me saw it not: but an exceeding great terror fell upon them, and they fled away, and hid themselves.

Vidi autem ego Daniel solus visionem : porro viri qui erant mecum non viderunt, sed terror nimius irruit super eos, et fugerunt in absconditum.

[8] And I being left alone saw this great vision: and there remained no strength in me, and the appearance of my countenance was changed in me, and I fainted away, and retained no strength.

Ego autem relictus solus vidi visionem grandem hanc : et non remansit in me fortitudo, sed et species mea immutata est in me, et emarcui, nec habui quidquam virium.

[9] And I heard the voice of his words: and when I heard, I lay in a consternation, upon my face, and my face was close to the ground.

Et audivi vocem sermonum ejus : et audiens jacebam consternatus super faciem meam, et vultus meus haerebat terrae.

[10] And behold a hand touched me, and lifted me up upon my knees, and upon the joints of my hands.

Et ecce manus tetigit me, et erexit me super genua mea, et super articulos manuum mearum.

[11] And he said to me: Daniel, thou man of desires, understand the words that I speak to thee, and stand upright: for I am sent now to thee. And when he had said this word to me, I stood trembling.

Et dixit ad me : Daniel vir desideriorum, intellige verba quae ego loquor ad te, et sta in gradu tuo : nunc enim sum missus ad te. Cumque dixisset mihi sermonem istum, steti tremens.

[12] And he said to me: Fear not, Daniel: for from the first day that thou didst set thy heart to understand, to afflict thyself in the sight of thy God, thy words have been heard: and I am come for thy words.

Et ait ad me : Noli metuere, Daniel : quia ex die primo, quo posuisti cor tuum ad intelligendum ut te affligeres in conspectu Dei tui, exaudita sunt verba tua : et ego veni propter sermones tuos.

[13] But the prince of the kingdom of the Persians resisted me one and twenty days: and behold Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me, and I remained there by the king of the Persians.

Princeps autem regni Persarum restitit mihi viginti et uno diebus : et ecce Michael, unus de principibus primis, venit in adjutorium meum, et ego remansi ibi juxta regem Persarum.

[14] But I am come to teach thee what things shall befall thy people in the latter days, for as yet the vision is for days.

Veni autem ut docerem te quae ventura sunt populo tuo in novissimis diebus, quoniam adhuc visio in dies.

[15] And when he was speaking such words to me, I cast down my countenance to the ground, and held my peace.

Cumque loqueretur mihi hujuscemodi verbis, dejeci vultum meum ad terram, et tacui.

[16] And behold, as it were the likeness of a son of man touched my lips: then I opened my mouth, and spoke, and said to him that stood before me: O my Lord, at the sight of thee my joints are loosed, and no strength hath remained in me.

Et ecce quasi similitudo filii hominis tetigit labia mea : et aperiens os meum locutus sum, et dixi ad eum, qui stabat contra me : Domine mi, in visione tua dissolutae sunt compages meae, et nihil in me remansit virium.

[17] And how can the servant of my lord speak with my lord? for no strength remaineth in me, moreover my breath is stopped.

Et quomodo poterit servus domini mei loqui cum domino meo? nihil enim in me remansit virium, sed et halitus meus intercluditur.

[18] Therefore he that looked like a man touched me again, and strengthened me.

Rursum ergo tetigit me quasi visio hominis, et confortavit me,

[19] And he said: Fear not, O man of desires, peace be to thee: take courage and be strong. And when he spoke to me, I grew strong: and I said: Speak, O my lord, for thou hast strengthened me.

et dixit : Noli timere, vir desideriorum : pax tibi : confortare, et esto robustus. Cumque loqueretur mecum, convalui, et dixi : Loquere, domine mi, quia confortasti me.

[20] And he said: Dost thou know wherefore I am come to thee? and now I will return, to fight against the prince of the Persians. When I went forth, there appeared the prince of the Greeks coming.

Et ait : Numquid scis quare venerim ad te? et nunc revertar ut praelier adversum principem Persarum. Cum ego egrederer, apparuit princeps Graecorum veniens.

[21] But I will tell thee what is set down in the scripture of truth: and none is my helper in all these things, but Michael your prince.

Verumtamen annuntiabo tibi quod expressum est in scriptura veritatis : et nemo est adjutor meus in omnibus his, nisi Michael princeps vester.

Commentary:

Ver. 1. Third. This concurs with the first of Darius. Cyrus then reigned in Persia, and the king is here often mentioned, as the vision happened near it, on the banks of the Tigris. Only twenty-one days had elapsed since the former. --- Strength. Heb. "warfare," or determinate time. Job vii. 1. This shall surely take place, but not soon. C. --- For. Prot. "and had understanding," &c. H. --- He was informed of the meaning, or strove to know what the preceding vision denoted. C. --- Pharao and Baltassar were not prophets, as they did not comprehend what they saw. For understanding is requisite, in order that a vision may be prophetical. S. Tho. ii. 2. q. 175 a. 2. W.

Ver. 2. Weeks. Marsham says twenty-one years. But it means only so many days. He began to mourn on the third of Nisan, and continued fasting (v. 4) it seems even on the sabbaths, and on the feast of Passover, till the 24th. C. --- He was grieved that the people did not make use of the leave granted by Cyrus; (Theod.) or because the Samaritans had prevailed at court to have the temple forbidden; (Usher, A. 3470, and 1 Esd. i. 14.) or rather because he could not fully understand the former visions. C. ix. 30. and xii. 9. &c. C.

Ver. 5. Linen. Heb. baddim. --- Finest. Heb. uphaz, (H.) from Phasis or Ophir.

Ver. 6. Chrysolite. Heb. "Tharsis." This precious stone was perhaps greenish.

Ver. 10. Hand; the Holy Ghost, or rather the angel Gabriel.

Ver. 11. Desires most amiable. C. --- This new title is given to comfort the prophet. W.

Ver. 13. The prince, &c. That is, the angel guardian of Persia: who, according to his office, seeking the spiritual good of the Persians, was desirous that many of the Jews should remain among them. Ch. --- S. Jerom, &c. explain it of the angel guardian. W. --- Each country has an archangel over it, as individuals have an angel. Others assert that this was an evil angel; for how could a good one oppose so long the will of God? Yet this argument may be retorted, as evil spirits themselves must comply. It seems, therefore, that Cyrus was exhorted by the good angels to invade the Chaldeans, and thus to liberate God's people. He was afraid of the hazardous attempt, and free-will may resist the inspirations of God. --- One, or "prince." C. --- Michael, and the guardian of Daniel, joined their prayers for the liberation of the Jews. v. 20. W.

Ver. 14. Days. It will not soon take place; or, I have many things to tell.

Ver. 20. To thee? He awakens his attention (v. 14. C.) and gratitude. H. --- Prince, angel guardian; or Alexander, who would one day rout the Persians. C. xi. 2. C.

Ver. 21. Of truth, in the former sealed visions. C. - Your prince. The guardian general of the Church of God, (Ch.) as he was of the synagogue. C.

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What is Yiddish?

Literally speaking, Yiddish means “Jewish.” Linguistically, it refers to the language spoken by Ashkenazi Jews — Jews from Central and Eastern Europe, and their descendants. Though its basic vocabulary and grammar are derived from medieval West German, Yiddish integrates many languages including German, Hebrew, Aramaic and various Slavic and Romance languages.

The Origin of Yiddish

It is impossible to pin down exactly where or when Yiddish emerged, but the most widely-accepted theory is that the language came into formation in the 10th century, when Jews from France and Italy began to migrate to the German Rhine Valley. There, they combined the languages they brought with them, together with their new neighbors’ Germanic, producing the earliest form of Yiddish. As Jews continued to migrate eastward –a result of the Crusades and the Black Plague–Yiddish spread across Central and Eastern Europe and began to include more elements from Slavic languages.

Early Yiddish

In Ashkenazi societies, Hebrew was the language of the Bible and prayer, Aramaic was the language of learning and Yiddish was the language of everyday life. Scholars refer to this as the internal trilingualism of Ashkenaz. Though they vary in sound and use, all three languages are written in the same alphabet.

The first record of a printed Yiddish sentence is a blessing found in the Worms Mahzor(Vórmser mákhzer) from 1272. Beginning in the 14th century Yiddish was commonly used for epic poems such as the Shmuel-bukh, which reworks the biblical story of the prophet Samuel into a European knightly romance.

Early Modern Yiddish

Yiddish publishing became widespread in the 1540s, nearly a century after the invention of the printing press. To ensure the broadest possible readership, books were published in a generic, accessible Yiddish, without the characteristics of any particular Yiddish dialect. In the 1590s, the Tsene-rene (also called Tzenah Urenah) was published for the first time (eventually, more than 200 editions were printed). The book, which retells the weekly Torah portions woven together with homiletic and moralistic material, became known as “the women’s Bible,” because it was read in particular by women on the Sabbath and holidays.

By the 18th century, German-speaking Jews were quickly acculturating. In Western Europe, leaders of the Haskalah (the Jewish Enlightenment) campaigned heavily for the use of German over Yiddish, which they referred to as “barbaric jargon.” At the same time, Yiddish was flourishing in Eastern Europe, where compact settlement helped the number of speakers reach the millions by the 19th century.

The rise of the Hasidic movement also did much to further Yiddish along — in both numbers of speakers and spiritual prestige. Two of the key early works of Hasidism were written in both Yiddish and Hebrew: Shivkhey ha-Besht (Praises of the Besht), which were stories about the Ba’al Shem Tov, and Sipurey Mayses (Telling of the Tales), a collection of stories from the Ba’al Shem Tov’s great-grandson Nahman of Breslov.

Modern Yiddish

The late 19th century saw the birth of modern Yiddish literature. The “grandfather” of this new literary movement was Sholem Yankev Abramovitsh, known by his pen name Mendele Mokher Seforim (Mendele the Bookseller). I. L. Peretz, a Polish writer, poet, essayist, and dramatist became known as the “father” and humorist Sholem Aleichem, born in Ukraine, the “grandson.” The realism, irreverence, satire and moralism found in the works of these three writers heavily influenced the development of Yiddish literature.

Yiddish in the 20th Century

In 1908, the first international conference on Yiddish language (the Czernowitz conference) declared Yiddish to be “a national language of the Jewish people.” The purpose of the conference was to discuss all the issues facing the language at that time, including the need to establish Yiddish schools, to fund Yiddish cultural institutions and to establish standard Yiddish spelling. However, these agenda items received little attention, with much of the debate being focused on whether Yiddish should be considered the national language or a national language of the Jewish people. In 1925, YIVO, the Yiddish Scientific Institute, was founded in Vilna. It became the premiere institution for Yiddish scholarship and has been based in New York since 1940.

In the early days of the Soviet Union (1922 until the mid-1930s), the communist government supported Yiddish schools, theater, research and literature — as long as these were strictly cultural expressions without Jewish religious content. The extraordinary support given to Yiddish, and the respect initially shown to Yiddish writers, led many around the world to see the Soviet project as the true hope for the future of the language. However, the government soon began to censor Yiddish works, and eventually closed down most Yiddish institutions. During the purges of 1937, many Yiddish writers and leaders were arrested and executed at the increasingly paranoid orders of Joseph Stalin, who viewed Yiddish as anti-Soviet. In 1952, the remaining great Yiddish writers in the Soviet Union were brutally murdered in what is known today as the Night of the Murdered Poets (though not all of those executed were writers).

In pre-state Israel (1918-1948), and later in Israel, Yiddish was marginalized and, in some instances, outlawed. Until 1951, it was illegal for local theater groups to stage productions in Yiddish. Hebrew was the national language of the Jews in their land, and was considered the only legitimate medium of Jewish expression.

Post-Holocaust Yiddish

On the eve of World War II, there were roughly 13 million Yiddish speakers in the world.

The Holocaust destroyed most of this population. In America after the war, immigrant parents were often hesitant to speak Yiddish with their children. Though there were a few networks of Yiddish schools in the post-war period, after-school programs and camps could not compete with the intense pressures of Americanization. Yiddish began to take on a lowbrow image, and its use was associated with failure to climb up the American socioeconomic ladder of success.

But the last half century brought many positive developments for Yiddish. It has been seriously studied as an academic discipline, and Yiddish literature has been recognized as great world literature, exemplified by Isaac Bashevis Singer receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1978.

The 1970s saw the beginning of a Yiddish and Eastern European cultural revival, particularly in music. Thanks to the work of highly-talented artists, at the forefront of which are groups like The Klezmatics, klezmer music is now a ubiquitous presence in American Jewish culture.

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Abbotts Creek: Chapter Seven

I spent a good twenty minutes that morning reassuring my Southern Baptist grandmother that Zak and I were not having sex. For some reason, she seemed terrified that just because the state of my relationship with Zak had changed so had the state of my precious virginity. Seriously, what was with southerners and the high price they placed on a woman's virginity? It wasn't like this was medieval times and a woman's chastity brought her family a higher dowry.

All in all, I was relieved when I once again found myself alone in my Jeep with Zak as we made the hour and a half drive to Concord. This time, I hadn't even thought about getting in the driver's seat. I had simply handed my keys to my control freak boyfriend.

“Thanks for all of that, by the way,” I said as he pulled out onto the highway. “Because of you, I had to listen to my sixty-five-year-old grandmother warn me about the dangers of the one-eyed snake for almost half an hour.”

Zak briefly glanced away from the road so he could give me an odd look.

I knew why he was looking at me like that and rolled my eyes before saying, “Nana Betty's term for it, not mine. She's an old-fashioned southern belle. She doesn't like using words like penis...or sex for that matter.”

“I'm sorry.” He chuckled. “I had no idea that your grandmother would react so...strongly to us dating.”

“My dad was her only child so she's overprotective of me and Willow,” I explained. “I don't think she fully understands that my dad was mentally ill. I think she feels like she failed him and doesn't want to do the same to us.”

“Well, she did a great job raising you.” Zak reached over and took my hand. “And she dosesn't have anything to be worried about.” He said as construction traffic forced him to come to a complete stop. “I'm not going to hurt you...and I won't let anyone else or thing hurt you either.”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. “I know.”

“Do you really?” He asked as he turned to look at me.

“Yeah, I do.” I made sure that I was looking in his eyes when I answered.

“Good.” He leaned over and kissed me.

Because of traffic, it had taken us almost three hours to get to Concord. Zak's psychic friend, Renee, turned out to be a sour-looking, stick-thin, blonde woman who inhaled sharply upon shaking my hand.

“Girl, you've got something nasty clinging to you.” She said as she led us into her living room.

“That is so not what I wanted to hear walking in the door,” I whispered to Zak as we both took seats on the tacky black-leather couch that looked left over from the nineties. The entire room smelled like an incense shop that had moved into a kennel. There were at least six dogs roaming the house but I had lost count after the second poodle.

“Ray, can we just get to it, please?” Zak pressed politely.

Renee rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, let me get Jermaine on your schedule just because this time it's your girlfriend that's in trouble.” She took a seat in the recliner across from us.

Who the hell was Jermaine? I thought that I was only meeting Renee. And did the woman hate me personally or was she just bitchy in general?

Renee didn't give Zak a chance to respond. She turned to me and gave me a hard look before beginning to speak, “My spirit guide, Jermaine, will be guiding my visions and my reading of you.” She explained her process to me.

What the hell kind of name was Jermaine for a spirit guide anyway? Weren't they supposed to have exotic, far-out names like Kulu and Luna?

“Now, I want you to just close your eyes and relax,” Renee instructed in an almost bored tone of voice.

Zak reached over and laid a hand on my thigh. This did not help me to relax nearly as much as he probably thought that it did. I closed my eyes and listened to what Renee had to say.

“The being that is after you isn't a demon.” She surprised me by announcing. This actually made me feel a bit better. At least it wasn't a demon, right?

“It doesn't seem to be repelled by religious artifacts but it always vanishes when you mention God.” I heard Zak speak up from beside me.

“I said it wasn't a demon...I never said that it wasn't from Hell.” Renee laughed darkly and in my head, I was imagining her grinning maniacally like the Evil Queen from Snow White. “It's a wraith.” Okay, that sounded even worse than a demon. This couldn't bode well for me.

“She doesn't have the mark.” Zak protested.

Mark? What the hell was he talking about? What mark? I badly wanted to open my eyes but I kept them closed. I was kind of scared of pissing off Renee. She didn't seem like the type of person you disobeyed.

“Hers was inherited. It's on her very soul.” She was literally talking about a human soul and Renee still sounded bored. “Jermaine says she bears the mark of the Exodus Curse.”

Now I just couldn't help myself. I opened my eyes. “Exodus Curse?” I asked even though Renee was glaring at me.

Renee nodded. “Named for the biblical event where legend says it was born...the final plague of Egypt.”

“The death of the firstborn.” I whispered.

“Yes! Nice to know that you've seen The Prince of Eygpt...may I continue?” Renee snapped.

I nodded. God, what a bitch!

“This curse is a nasty one...so nasty that I have never heard of it actually being performed.” That was so comforting to hear...NOT! “The first born child in every generation will meet an untimely end.”

I wanted it all to be one big lie. There wasn't a wraith after me. There was no curse. I was simply being stalked by your everyday, run of the mill demon. I just needed an old priest, a young priest, some Holy Water, and I would be good to go on with my life. That's what I wanted to be true but given current events and my family history, I knew that what Renee was saying was the truth. My Papa Phil had died when I was little and he had only been a little over fifty. He was an only child. His father had been the oldest child out of eleven and had been killed in action during World War II. My own dad had been an only child and I was the oldest out of two. The hooded figure (wraith?) had never gone after Willow or Nana Betty. The only time it had attacked anyone but me had been in the very beginning when it had still been gaining strength. Fuck. My. Life. Just like Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest, I was marked for death.

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