[MelanieGabrielle]

 Book 1: Crimson Blitz
Chapter 10: Her heart
~Part 1: A few weeks ago…~
Lise woke with a start. She heard a loud scream in her head causing her to know something was wrong. Lise jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Lise was now staying Sam and Mel as civil war was broken or nearly in Sweden. Lise though had always thought that she belonged with the two Danes as is. Lise was in the west wing of the place and she felt like she was being pulled towards the east wing where Mel and Sam resided at night. Lise felt her anxiety rise with each step taken.

She heard another loud scream as broke out now into a sprint. Lise didn’t want to find out what was going on but Urd, her essence of her powers wanted. She kept pressing Lise on and the young woman wanted to stop. Rarely did Lise feel any emotion but when she did it was in powerful burst.

Lise found herself stopping in front of Mel and Sam’s bed room. She gulped wondering if she should knock or not. But before she could take any action the door opened and Mel was on the floor crying her eyes out as Sam held her from above.

Lise: What’s going on?

Sam looked over and saw Lise standing at the door way.[/color]

Sam: Lise…Stefan Lajoie passed.

The name made the hairs on the back of her head stand up. She knew him and knew that he was terminally ill but then Lise’s body shook hard. Both her and Urd now knew what was wrong. Stefan wasn’t supposed to die for about another fifteen, twenty years at most even with his illness.

Someone had tamped with fate and Lise knew it.

Lise: How?

Sam: I have no idea, Mel isn’t telling me anything. She’s in shock and isn’t speaking; I have no idea what to do. Urd, can you get a hold of your sisters and see what the hell happened?!

Lise nodded and ran off to get her phone.

Melanie: I-I!

Mel was choking on words; she couldn’t get over the shock of what had happened. Sam was asleep when his wife came home screaming and crying. Sam didn’t want this at all. He hated seeing his wife like this. Mel started to lose control of her abilities again and small things were floating in the room.

Sam: Mel! Stop!

Melanie: NO!

She screamed loudly and every item in the room went flying up to the roof of it. The light bulbs were flashing on and off. Sam grabbed onto his wife and tried to calm her down.

Sam: Melanie please calm down or you’re going to destroy the place.

Mel: He can’t be gone!

Another loud scream tore out from her lungs and everything this time started to fly around in a clock wise motion.

Sam: There was nothing you could have done.

Mel: No! I could have saved him! I could have found a way!

Sam: No there wasn’t! There was nothing you could have done. He was too far gone. Look at what’s going on right now! Would you want our home destroyed? What would he want you to do? He’d want you to keep fighting. His soul is most likely at peace. Now I need you to relax and come back to bed. You need to sleep now.

Mel looked up and saw what was going on. She took in a breath and everything landed back in place with a thud. Mel fell forward into her husband’s arms, passing out from the stress. Sam carried her and placed her in bed.

Sam: It’ll be okay…I’m here and I’ll never leave you.

~Part 2: Private moments/A week and a few days later. (NP: “Bring back the Sun” by: Our Lady Peace)~
We all know New Orleans, Louisiana as a party site and home to the French Quarter but Samuel Devereux called it home in the states. It was after midnight and the outside was still filled with people and partying. But for him he couldn’t find sleep on this night. Things were on his mind including UWF, his wife’s match at SCW and what’s going on with the magi-blood. He found himself in front of his laptop reading over some of his people’s history that Lucy and Brigid had put together. Moments later Sam felt arms wrapped around him and he looks up to see his wife.

Melanie: Why aren’t you in bed?

Sam: I’m not tired…why aren’t you?

Melanie: Because you’re not in bed.

Sam looked up at her and kisses her.

Sam: Go back to bed ma belle.

Mel nodded her head no.

Melanie: Not without you.

Sam: You’re something else Melanie, stubborn and I love it.

Mel looked onto the screen and chuckled.

Melanie: This is my thing.

Sam: I know but it’s our thing now! Remember we co-own seeing how our two merged together.

Melanie: Yeah that’s true! But Sam it’s my thing! You’re supposed to be checking up on me while I work to the bone.

Sam chuckled and sat Mel on his lap.

Sam: Okay you have a point…are you sure it’s because I’m not in bed?

Melanie: I’m very sure love.

Sam smiled and kissed her cheek. Mel giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Melanie: Have I told you how much I love you as of late?

Sam: Every single day on the hour of the hour and I love it. I love you and seriously you’re the best thing that has ever happened to. I thank God that I got to marry you.

Mel blushed.

Melanie: I thank God as well.

Sam: And even though she’s not mine biologically…our daughter as well.

Melanie: She thinks you are.

Sam: You haven’t told her?

Melanie: Why should I? I mean our daughter is very intelligent for her age. If she wants to talk about it she’ll come up to us.

Sam nodded.

Sam: Yeah you’re right. I still don’t understand at first how she could say one…maybe two words and you could tell what she wanted.

Melanie: Two words: Aunt Lucy.

Sam: I take it Lucy never spoke a whole lot as a child?

Melanie: Bingo!

Sam laughed.

Sam: But I gotten used to it.

Melanie: Oh I know you have. I’m proud of you for that…Sam I do love you.

Sam: To pull a Niko, if I may quote Star Wars: “I know”.

Mel laughed loudly.

Melanie: Now will you come to bed with me please?!

Sam: Not yet, I’m enjoying this. I mean I have the most sexist woman on the planet and in the realms on my lap!

Mel: You don’t mean that do you?

Sam: I do! I mean it Mel…why do you ask?

Mel bit her lip.

Melanie: Everyone picks Uri over me…

Sam hugged her.

Sam: I know, but most of them only see her for her looks. She’s not stupid at all like some think…not only that Deabs would stab someone if they try shit with her. I mean I’d do the same if it were you.

Melanie: Touché Mr. Devereux!

Sam: Why thank you Mrs.Devereux

Mel kissed him.Sam got lost in his thoughts wondering if he wanted to ask his wife a certain question.

Sam: Can I ask you something?

Melanie: Sure what is it?

Sam: Why did you get married to Dark Tiger?

Melanie: I fell in love with him. A lot of people said we were moving too fast, I didn’t listen. I was happy and well you know how that ended.

Sam: Yeah I remember. I mean we’ve been together what for a year and half?

Melanie: You dork! You can’t even remember!

Sam: Well I am sorry!

The two of them laugh.

Melanie: But yeah it’s a year and half…a wonderful year and half.

Sam: Yeah it has…Mel do you want me coming out with you?

Melanie: Only if you want you to.

Sam: It would be my pleasure.

Mel kissed his cheek.

Sam: I love you so much Melanie. I’d lose it if you left me but I’d understand.

Melanie: I’m not leaving you…I promise. Now bed time Mister.

Sam: I swear you’re getting bad as Uriella with your drive.

Melanie: Oh you are so getting laid tonight!

~Part 3 (NP: “Miete Kuru Mono he” by: Senju Akira)
The hairs on the back of her head stood up as the night was freezing. It wasn’t the cold though that was causing this though. Melanie Gabrielle knew she was being followed. Mel had broken her own rule about hunts. Usually the min number for a hunt was two people but Mel was on her own. Mel’s hands were on both her guns ready to draw them out in a moment’s notice. Her eyes looked around the graveyard she stood in as she tried to pinpoint where the person was at.

Melanie: I know you’re out here.

She said it so quietly she barley heard her own words. From out of the corner of her right eyes she saw a shadow cast.

Melanie: Who goes there!?

The person didn’t answer but she saw two glowing red eyes looking at her.

Melanie: Last chance! Answer my question.

The person breathed hard or made gasping like sounds that made it sounds like dying.

“Hello there.”

Mel blinked knowing who it was.

Melanie: Hades, what are you doing here?

The man known as Hades stood still in the shadows watching her. Mel didn’t need to move and she put her hands down not touching her guns anymore. Mel took her hood of her cloak down and her brunette hair swayed from wind.

Hades: I have to talk to you. It’s about Stefan.

Mel gulped and walked over to him. Hades took down his hood and his long flowing black hair came rushing out.

Melanie: Raymond what the fuck is going on?

Raymond Delmas aka Hades in the world of the magi-blood was born somewhere in Canada. The man was forty years old but because of the magi-bloods after the age of twenty-five you age slowly. Raymond didn’t look over his late twenty’s, early thirties. It was rare to see Raymond or really any death incarnates. Mel had sensed a dark colour blood but wasn’t sure who it was.

Raymond: Melanie, you believe he is dead no?

Mel: He died right in front of my eyes!

Raymond: He may have but he isn’t fully dead.

Melanie: Explain.

The wind started to blow harder.

Raymond: Melanie the four of them are waiting for you all. They refuse to pass into their afterlives until you all are okay or you join them.

Mel blinked at him.

Melanie: Are-are-

Raymond: I am not joking. Next time you visit him I want you to grave tap…that and he passed his essence to his eldest child. Him, Tanja, Serenity and Robert wait for you all.

Mel replayed what he had said in her mind.

Melanie: Tanja!? But she wasn’t a magi-blood!

Raymond: That doesn’t matter; her will was a strong one when she died. Her will transferred and now she waits with three. Mel you had said to Sam that you know what you need to do. Do it! Don’t let doubt or fear stop you. Follow your heart and soul. Remember to call on us when we’re needed. You’re not alone and we’re not about to leave you.

Mel looked down.

Melanie: I wonder about that sometimes.

Raymond: Believe me what I’m telling you.

Melanie: I do…just…

Raymond: Doubt is a hard and heavy thing I know. Remember it all ends well.

Mel smiled at the older man.

Melanie: Thank you Raymond.

~Part 4: The next entry (NP: “Bullet with a name” by: Nonpoint)~
Melanie: How much more pain do we all need to feel? How many more people do we need to see die? How many more battles do we fight in? I’m so tired of fighting…I don’t want to do this anymore but my body and heart pushes me on. I just want to rest, I want to have a regular life but I know I can never have my wish. I know people like Roxi would say that I could and I have no idea how people like Sam Marlow would respond.

I’m not about to lie to anyone when I say that I know I can’t have my wish. People don’t see that magi-bloods were born to battle. Our fate is a mysterious one at most. People don’t understand that we fight day in and out. We fight with our souls, our lives, our blood, sweat and tears and we never get thanks for it. But that’s okay, we expect it.

We’re the supernatural soldiers that fight a war in the dark to keep everyone alive in the light. I know too many people believe that vampire, werewolves and such are fake like fairy tales. That’s not true though they all do exist and Hollywood warped them into romance. Really if you ask Lucy if she’s like a vampire in “Twilight” she’d laugh and then punch you in the face. Lucy’s technically not a full vampire…more like a hybrid with her mutation. Most of the creatures of the night keep to their selves, not wanting hunters after them. But you have those who go after innocent lives and those are the ones we go after.

I’m no killer that’s for sure. I don’t claim to be a hero and I’m not the villain.

People think whatever they want about us and you know that’s fine. I’m not going to change minds and I’m just going to be me. I know I have people who support me. They want me to succeed and live my life good. I try in all honest. It’s hard at times but they’re there. They’re my family…the ones I’ve watched over, the ones I loved since I was born and continue to today. They’re my friends…the ones who I’ve gained over the years and that have stayed by my side. Then my fans that I’ve gotten over four years. I know I have people to fight for and I guess they really are the ones who keep me going.

Then you have those who hate me. Really I ignore the ever living shit out of! They’re the reason why also I have to keep going. My mission is to take him down…He’s the one who truly hates me and my family and tried to get us killed all these years ago. I do draw strength from this though. I know Anisim watches us and laughs at what he calls a “Feeblish attempt of defeating him”. I know the fans that don’t like me boo me and that doesn’t bother me. They’re allow to have opinions of course.

Fighting, surviving it all comes hand in hand. In the wrestling business that does apply. You need to fight in every match to win. With the Bombshell Roulette in those matches you have to survive. Hardcore matches aren’t for the faint of the heart and I do know that. For over one hundred days I’ve had this belt and it’s brought out the best in me…or maybe not. Really depends on your perception on things.  I knew since I got this championship I’d fight harder and keep going. I know with the spin of the wheel anything can happen…including a mud match.

I won’t throw this match. No I will go out there and fight! If I give up now I won’t be able to face Mikah and I’ll lose. It’s put up or shut up time because I have two bullets with Roxi and Sam’s names on it.

Don’t think for a second that either of you are walking out easy with this match. Remember the three of us have a 33.3 1/3 chance of winning and all of us are going to probably end up killing one another for this chance. Now what sets me a part from you both is since getting this championship I haven’t be beaten. I’ve kicked ass and I’m ready to do it again. I’ve been put through Hell and back and once again I do it. Triple threats are an ass but it’s fine by me. Ladies bring whatever you want it’s not going to save you unfortunately. I’m ready for this match and thing is I’m going to fight till I taste blood in my mouth and lungs.

When it comes to fighting, surviving I don’t play around because this is either kill or be killed. Simple as that and trust me…It’s nothing personal, it’s all business.

Samantha Marlow, you’ve faced my youngest sister before. You remember Lucy right? You faced her back in August and she won. It was a good match I’ll give you both that. You’ve won back to back and won against Raynin which I hear isn’t easy. So it makes me wonder if you can pull off the win in this one. You know it’s easier than it sounds. You’re facing Roxi and myself.

I’m not coming into this match looking to have any sort of laughter what I’m going to do is show you exactly why you’re not going to sit here and proclaim to be better than me without actually damn well having to prove it, and that Sam is not a JOKE. It wasn’t me you were taking on so I didn’t really have a need to say anything about them, it didn’t bother me at the time because words are what they are and as I said before I am above it, but slowly and surely the more I’ve thought about your comments, the more they’ve began to simmer inside me and give me this sudden rage against you. It is a feeling I hate because You proclaimed to be someone different, you claim to be the toughest person on the roster and yet you still have to continue proving yourself don’t you? Why isn’t her word good enough? Why does she have to use her friends to get what she wants? It doesn’t make much sense does it?

That is what is really humorous about this situation though isn’t it? That despite someone who is truly supposed to know who I am and understand what it is I fight for, you can’t see past the ass end of your own fictional world to know that you are no better than I am, that truthfully you are just as vulnerable and fragile as any other person on this roster, that despite the aura you put around yourself to be the toughest female in SCW you still comes up just a little short. Because deep inside you already know that I am the best. This knowledge has you so fucked up and out of sync that you can’t even form a decisive response to how you feel about it. Are you the best, are you the underdog? Or do you just have no fucking clue because you know no matter what response you give I’m going to put your ass down?!

I’ve been fighting for one thing or another since my childhood and my resilience is OUTSTANDING. I don’t give up, I don’t quit, and I sure as hell don’t have to play the numbers game which popular rumors seem to like spreading. It’s easier that way sure, but I didn’t have the numbers game when I took on Keira in a barbwire ladder match. I didn’t have the numbers game when I went toe to toe with Candy Overton in the best mud match that SCW has ever seen. I’m not standing here trying to debunk your achievements either because I’m not that conceited, but you already knew all these things didn’t you Sam? You already know that I am like no one you’ve ever fought before. I see you as an equal and it is clear we all know how you see me . . . Even if you claim to respect me, your words really don’t make it appear that way . . . but soon enough you will Sam. I’m damn well going to earn it when I take you on at Climax Control. You’re so used to being the underdog Sam that you’ve convinced yourself that you have to repeat that you are the best before you or anyone else actually believes it.
This match is going to be one for the record books and I think you will find by the end of it that I was not the one needing to be knocked down a notch. To think that you could continually claim to be better than me was your first mistake, to think that you could aim hateful barbs towards me As it is often said the quiet ones are the ones you’ve got to watch out for.

Roxi…Oh Roxi… It seems that we could get break our tie tonight. I won once against you, you beat me once. It should be fun indeed. I know you can keep up with me that’s not a secret but you even have to admit that I’ve grown.

You see, to some, this will be a match that they will attempt to skip because it was not them who earned the right to challenge the champion. To some, they will continue to underplay those who are way ahead of them. I have said this many times and it holds truth, this match, is going to be a fight. No matter how close Roxi and I may be, this is about the right to challenge Mikha and if anyone knows, they know it’ll be hard.They already know that I will not be denied. At Phenomenon, I am going to throw everything that I have at the woman who has taken down anyone that SCW had to offer. Whether or not, that statement is debatable on so many levels.

If you throw a punch at me, I am going to throw two back at you. If you decide to go to the top rope, I am going to launch myself out the ring and make sure I hit my target. This is no game, this is no joke. This is going to be the defining moment of both of our careers. In a sense, this is where it is all going to make or break the division. Whether or not, we will allow the Dark Angel to continue her dominate reign.

It seems so long ago that I faced off against Roxi. It was a different time then. SCW was still new in my mind and I faced you and Keira with Lucy. How far things have come, right? Back then, I had no idea what direction she would go in, apart from upwards due to her mobility and all, and now…she’s flying just under the sun with those wax wings of hers. And how have you been, Roxi? Been doing well? Well you do have your tag championship. Do try to make it interesting Roxi so we can give people their money’s worth. And in exchange, I promise not to end it too quickly.

Roxi, I don’t doubt you and you know this. We’ve fought together and against.  I know you’ll do great. Just remember to watch the skies; you’re not the only one that flies. Let’s do this!

Good luck ladies and remember to give it your all.