Jacqueline Lavaeu's Story

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Jacqueline Lavaeu

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"What, right here? Or can I at least find a place to park first?" He replied and Jacqueline laughed hard. She knew that was going to get an interesting reaction. "Or better yet- we'll do it right here- and I'll drive with my knees." He continued, and Jacqueline couldn't stop laughing, waiting for more crude remarks. "What do you mean?" He asked finally and Jacqueline caught her breath.


"To start, Mon'chere. If I wanted you, I wouldn't 'ave to ask."She replied and gave a grin with a wink.

"But dz'at not what I meant." She said and looked briefly out the window.

"You told me about your dreams. About dz'e beach." She said. " I am what is called a Dreamwalker, I can leave my consciousness and enter your dreams. I dz'ink I can 'elp you with yours"

She said, she felt a little nervousness as the thought of that mystery man appearing again, and he warned her about using her ability, that and running the risk of begin trapped. She shook it away, as she looked at him and smiled. She looked out of the window and saw the exit coming up.

"Turn here." She said. " I think you're dreams will let me know if you are Ghede Nibo, or not." She told him. "I suppose we can share a bed during dz'e process. " She with a sly grin.

"To start, Mon'chere. If I wanted you, I wouldn't 'ave to ask."She replied and gave a grin with a wink.

"Ooh-hoo" He says, grinning in turn.

"But dz'at not what I meant." She said and looked briefly out the window. "You told me about your dreams. About dz'e beach." She said. " I am what is called a Dreamwalker, I can leave my consciousness and enter your dreams. I dz'ink I can 'elp you with yours"

Bane looked at her again, with a bit of a confusion in his eyes.

"Help me? I don't think I need help with dreaming.. I've been doing it for a few years now.. " He says, joking... but clearly not understanding fully.

"Turn here." She said. Bane obliged, turning off onto the exit.

" I think you're dreams will let me know if you are Ghede Nibo, or not." She told him. "I suppose we can share a bed during dz'e process. " She with a sly grin. Bane grinned, shaking his head as he continued to follow the road.

"Promises promises.. " He says, his eyes not leaving the road. " Are we doing this before.. or after we go through that big box of dead people in my back seat?"

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Jaccqueline Lavaeu

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"Promises, Promises..." Marcus said and Jacqueline laughed some more, probably just due to the fact that she needed to after the incident at the hotel. It felt nice.

"Are we doing this before...or after we go through that big box of dead people in my back seat?"

"After, Work before pleasure." She told him with a wink. " Besides, dz'e last dz'ing I want to see before bed, is dead bodies...I don't dream but I know dz'at will keep me up all night." She said with a raise of her brow.


"If you don't want, dz'at is fine by me, I just dz'ought you should know , I could 'elp, if your dreams become too dark."

She said and was quiet for the rest of the ride,save for a few directions here and there.


Soon, they were at her home, a large plantation, tucked behind bowing oak tress.

The place was haunted before she and her mother moved in. Her mother since moved into the city but Jacqueline stayed, the solidute kept her dreamless sleep, just that. Dreamless.

"'ere we are." She said as he pulled up. " You are probably wondering why one girl needs a 'ouse this large. Well... I don't, but people believed it was haunted so dz'ey stay away, which owrks for me." She said and shrugged, she climbed out of the car and stretched for a moment before her eyes landed on a vulgar word painted on one o the tower pillers o her home.


"Perfect..." She spat, throwing up her hands in frustration and stormed inside, careful of her step, more salt lined the doorway. "Just what I need right now..."

"Never been a fan of the work before pleasure mentality myself, but... The Lady's Choice it is." He says as he gives her yet another smile.

"If you don't want, dz'at is fine by me, I just dz'ought you should know , I could 'elp, if your dreams become too dark."

Bane nodded as she talked, his smile fading slightly as she mentions dark dreams. He stayed quiet for a minute before finally speaking.

"Just... don't put yourself in danger because of something in my dream, alright?" He says, making eye contact with her for a moment to make sure she knew he was serious.

The rest of the ride went smoothly, he following her directions as they drove further into the bayou. The house they arrived as was impressive to be sure - an old plantation, very sizable and spacious - framed from the street by tall old Oak trees. Bane nodded in 'acceptance'. This was much better then any of the hotels he'd stayed at in the past few years - both in appearance ... and company.

"'ere we are." She said as he pulled up. " You are probably wondering why one girl needs a 'ouse this large. Well... I don't, but people believed it was haunted so dz'ey stay away, which works for me." She said and shrugged.

"Ain't afraid of no ghosts. " He mumbles along to the Ghost busters theme.

she climbed out of the car and stretched for a moment before her eyes landed on a vulgar word painted on one of the tower pillers of her home.

Bane frowned, following her out the car. He felt slightly guilty... This was the type of thing his people use to do to try and run off would be witches.

"Perfect..." She spat, throwing up her hands in frustration and stormed inside, careful of her step, more salt lined the doorway. "Just what I need right now..."

He followed her inside, remaining silent as he looked around, taking in the houses beauty.

"That... sorta thing.. happen often?" He finally asked, pointing back over his shoulder towards the front porch.

(Sorry... it's not much.. All I could do on my lunch break XD)

"More times dz'en I like to admit." Jacqueline replied. "I am,the great granddaughter of the Voodoo Queen, Dz'at sort of dz'ing doesn't sit well with everyone....Crusaders made sure of dz'at." She said somewhat ruefully. "It's funny, I come out here to get away, only to find dz'is everyday...." She said and lead him through the palor room and into the large living room.

Bane looked away from her slowly, he felt guilty again - He had no idea who she was before meeting her today, but it defiantly something the Crusaders would have - and probably had done. He follows her through the parlor, looking up as he enters the Living room - Rustic yet Modern... Nice... It held onto its Louisiana roots while making way for the modern world... It's almost to fitting for the way their lives have been playing out... Trapped in a cycle that was created 100s of years ago, even as they moved into an era that didn't believe either of them existed... Yet here they are - holding onto the ways of the past while the modern world keeps building up around them. He smirks to himself, shaking his head.

The sound of thunder in the distance brought Bane out of his thoughts and back to the real world.

"Make yourself comfortable," She told him, plopping on the large couch that faced the television, throwing her feet on the coffee table, that was covered in fashion magazines and a few fantasy novels. "You can set your files 'ere, so we can get started."

" I'll get them from the car here in a moment... " He says, stepping further into the room looking over the various items throughout the room. Glancing at over the cluttered coffee table he half expected to find a novel with Favio on the cover.

"Gotta admit... This isn't exactly the kind of home I'd imagine a Witch living out of... " Bane says, walking past the couch and glancing out a window - noting the wind was picking up and the clouds rolling in from off in the distance. "But... then again.." He says, turning back to look at her. "Royalty has to live in style - don't they, Ms. Voodoo Princess of New Orleans." He says as he gives her a wink.

Another crackle of thunder can be heard in the distance, this time much closer.

"Perhaps... I should get those files now... before it rains.. " He says, heading out towards the car to retrieve his various things and the box of files.

Marcus watched the sky as he stepped outside - the distant storm clouds now drawling over the sun, causing the formerly sunny bright afternoon to become but a memory as it became rapidly darker outside. The wind had already picked up - causing the old Oak Trees out front of the house to creek in the wind. This storm was coming.. and it was coming fast...

Walking out to the car he popped open his back door - the wind catching it, causing it to swing open. Pulling out his dufflebag first, he swung it over his shouder so he would have the free hands to grab the box. As he lifted the box up out of the car, the wind caught the lid - causing it and several papers to fly out.

"Great.. " Bane groaned, placing the box down on the ground, then the duffle bag down on top of it to try and prevent any further loses- he began to chase after the loose papers. One by one he managed to collect up the papers before they got to far away, all the while the storm grew closer. Grabbing the last piece he turned to head back for his things - stopping for a moment as he realized what was on the paper. " Hhhhmm.." He might have just found himself a new lead...

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" Hey... I think I might have a new lead. " Marcus yelled as he entered the house. The gusting wind from outside making his return obvious as it would have blown through the house as soon as he opened the door. " Seems I'm not the first to have noticed this trend of murders.. " He says as he walks through the parlor and into the living room. " an Officer Tucker had made a note on the back of one of his reports that - ... Wow.. " Bane stops dead in his tracks as he sees Jacqueline sitting on the couch in her wardrobe change. He seems to have forgotten what he was saying as he simply stared at her for a moment, something about her this way just... did something to him ... made him forget what he was.. what she was... what they were doing.

"Erm.. Sorry.. What was I saying?" He says shaking his head as he finally 'snaps' out of it.

"Um, You were talking about the case, You said you may 'ave found a new lead?" She told him a patting a place on the couch beside her. "Let's see it dz'en?"

"Right" He says, walking over to the couch, putting down the box of files on the coffee table. He hands her a paper as he sits down on the couch next to her. It appears to be a page out of the middle of a case report filed by an 'Officer Tucker'. The back of the page has a hand written note, likely scribbled out by said officer.

Thunder cracking again, this time with the obvious flash of light coming in through the windows.

" Officer Tucker seems to have noticed the similarity in the way of these people died as well... " He says as he leans into her shoulder and pointing towards the scribbled note on the page. As he talks, the sound of rain would be heard as it began to fall down on the old house. The note reads 'Arkansa Asphyxiations Moving South?'.

"Which leads me to believe... maybe these murders didn't start in Louisiana ... Maybe this has been going on for much longer then 10 years - it's just made it's way here now." The lights would flicker as the storm began its rage outside - the wind whipping up and rain sounding more like hail as it crashes down on the house.

"Wow, dz'at storm came in quickly." She said. Bane nodded in agreement.

"I didn't see any storm clouds on the way in.. but those things can sneak up on you... " He says as he sits back on the couch as the lights flicker again.

"You may 'ave to stay dz'e night..." She said softly "Dz'e road we came down is dz'e only way in or out...and it floods from time to time." He nodded in understanding - his heart was suddenly pounding like he had just ran a 100 miles. What on earth... all he could do was nod.. normally he'd make a comment about she was just trying to get him to stick around or take the opportunity to make a move, not something he WASN'T thinking of doing such a thing... he was still alive, but he just felt content sitting here with her.

Another loud crack caused her to jump, and snapping her out of it. She moved back some and cleared her throat. "Um...I'll get some candles...just in case." She said and quickly got off the couch and made her way out of the living room and toward the kitchen. Now alone Bane sighed, getting to to his feet and walking around the room... His heart was still pounding like he was some high schooler with a crush. Letting himself use the 'high' of a new crush was one thing - but he knew it could never go anywhere... didn't he?

Even a one night stand would be out of the question in this situation... She was still a Witch... He was still a Crusader... Even if he didn't have the blood lust the others had ... She was everything he stood against... or... had stood against. Noticing his Jacket sitting on the back of the couch, he picked it up... It smelled like her now... and he liked that oddly enough.

"Seriously!?" He heard her yell from within the Kitten. He tried to ignore it... Didn't wanna seem to protective just because she couldn't find a candle. It was only when he heard the sound of a screen door creaking did his curiosity get the better of him. Starting to pull on his jacket, he wondered into the Kitchen to investigate what was going on.

As he entered the Kitchen his attention immediately turned to the backdoor as he heard a man yell.

"Yer gonna pay for that, Witch Bitch!" The voice yelled - Bane ran to the door, throwing it open to discover group of men standing over Jacqueline. Banes eyes wided, nostrils flaring, his teeth began to grid, and his vision went red.

"Hey! Asshole!" He yelled, stepping out into the rain - had anyone been able to see his eyes, they would have seen the blaze burning within them. "YOU PICKED THE WRONG WITCH TO FUCK WITH TODAY!!!.. " He yelled as his hand delved into his Jacket pocket - pulling out a pair of brass knuckles.

"Go on, Get" The man told Bane, holding his gun to him. He had to act fast, this situation was rapidly going from bad to worse.

Maybe Jacqueline was right, maybe he wasn't a Crusader - but he knew he had three things in common with them. He was Strong, Resilient to Magic, and he healed wound quickly - but the gun could still kill him long before he could heal any amount of damage. He had to distract them... and Red Necks like Criminals were nothing if not superstitious. One hand still held tight to his brass knuckles, the other hand sank into his pocket, pullling out the gold chained Crucifix. He wrapped its chain around his fist as he held it up to be seen in the little light the porch still provided.


Bane began to yell, as he paused another strike of Lightning can be seen - as the lights would flicker throughout the house again. The loud rumble of thunder rolling over the top of them all.


He continued as he walked closer to the man with the gun, now holding the Crucifix high in the air. The already rapid wind would seem to shift directions on them for a moment, as if Marcus himself were conjuring some force - a lucky event for him.


He stood up a foot or so away from the man now, still holding the crucifix high towards the raining sky and clouds. Another strike of lightly following his words - as the power would suddenly cut out. His lucky day. He knew how to fight in the dark, he really doubted they did....




Marcus screamed his last line as he would leap onto towards the man - running his Brass Knuckles over his face with the kind of force normally reserved for those whom he sought to kill. He would continue beating the man - pulling back again only to slam his fist into his face yet again and again with the same level of force - This attack continues until either the man would shoot Marcus or drop his gun.

Jacqueline began softly, as Bane would slowly let go of her hand. Placing both of his hands on her leg slowly he looked it over- making sure he knew what direction he would have to move her. The storm yet raging on.


His breathing falling in line with hers, time would seem to slow from Banes point of view as he took grip around the root.


With a sudden jerk, Bane ripped the root clean from Jacqueline's leg, leaving it with a rather large hole, but now 'root' free. Quickly pulling the soaking jacket off his back, he would do his best to wrap it around her leg, tying it tight to try and reduce any blood lose. Bane would then take her up in his arms.

"It's going to be okay.. " He says as he turned back towards the house - only to be stopped dead in his tracks. The mud soaked man, that Bane had nearly suffocated just a minute ago, stood with the discarded gun in his hand, pointing it towards the two of them. Bane went wide eyed - He knew how to fight with his hands full, but not while carrying an injured person, and defiantly not against a man standing 30 feet away holding a gun.

Bane was frozen, unable to make a decision on how to act - He couldn't think of a possible way out of this without risking her life, and that's something he just couldn't possibly do. His heart began to race- he had to act... he had to do something!... SOMETHING!

Suddenly Jacqueline would begin to mutter out something - not sure what she was doing for sure, but he had a feeling it was some form of magic. His suspicions were confirmed as the incredibly large bolt of lightning came down and struck the gun and flowed into the man. His body convulsing and twitching as it glowed as radiant as the noon day sun - forcing Bane to shut his eyes, turning away.

As his eyes opened, Bane could do nothing but stare at the ashy remains of the man as they quickly began to wash away in the rain. Bane simply stood there, holding Jacqueline in his arms... as the rain pouring down upon them.

"I kill...I...Marcus I didn't mean to...I just wanted him to stay away..." She whimpered before crying into his chest, her shaking beginning again. "I'm so sorry...." Again, Marcus says nothing - not even really breathing as his thoughts began to fire off in his head, almost like he was arguing with himself. Her actions just there were basically everything he fought against... but she had saved him... and had she not done that, they both would have been dead.

"Ssshh... It's okay.." He finally says, starting to walk towards the darkened house again. He had made his decision, he was sticking by her till the end of this - Through the thick and thin. Rushing into the House, he placed her on the kitchen table - knocking off everything that had been sitting on it in the process.

"Light!" He said, as soon as he placed her down. "Some Light! A flashlight! Candles! A Lantern- I need something if I'm gonna be able to do anything about your leg! - " He yells as he would start searching her cabnits - the mud flinging from his hands and feet as he darted about the room. He knew if he didn't do something... she could bleed out before an ambulance would arrive, if an ambulance could even make it out here in this weather.

"Do you have a First AID kit? Gaze, some Duct-tape? Anything!?" He said, becoming frustrated as he was unable to navigate her house.

Bane collected several candles and the first aid kit, placing several of the candles on the table - pulling out his lighter and lighting the candles.

"Ghede..." She said softly, her eyes springing open - lookin at Marcus as he began to kneel down next to her leg.

"Ghede?" He mimicked back in the form of a question as he began his 'work'. Taking a deep breath as he would go to pull off the jacket tangled around her leg. Trying to go slow to prevent any further pain, he turned his face away from her so she wouldn't see the worry on his face. The wound was bad... and she was still bleeding pretty heavily. She was going to bleed out if he couldn't stop it soon.

"Hey! I need you to stay awake here! Talk to me!" Bane said, turning to look at her.

(sorry this is so short! >.<)

"Believe," she breathed, with that her head lollied to the side, her grip went limp and her eyes fluttered closed.

"Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" He yelled at her, as she started to loosen her grip and her eyes went shut. He didn't really believe this whole Ghede spirit thing she had been talking about, but had let her continue believing because he didn't see the harm - but now.. He was almost out of time, and he wanted so bad for it to be true. This was beyond him - she had already lost to much blood for her to not need some form of transfusion soon, forgetting the fact he still hadn't been able to STOP the bleeding.


He did all he could do... He would try and believe... not in the spirit, but in her. If she said it was there, it was there. He closed his eyes and gripped her leg tight with both hands...

Please work... Please work... please...

Bane stayed there next to her all night - only removing his hands from her leg long enough to clean and bind the wound to the best of his ability. Other than that, He sat there on the floor next to her leg all night long with his hands pressed into her thigh - hoping there would be some, ANY, truth to this Ghede Nibo thing.

He never really slept, but his mind would go blank for stretches - as he tried to fight off sleep and continue to focus on 'healing' her. Banes eyes were shut as the days first light began to poor into the living room and Jacqueline began to stir. His head slumped slightly - as he was barely fighting off sleep. He was still damp from the rain which had soaked his clothes, covered in dried on mud, and his hands were still covered in what was left of her dried on blood - which now in the light would appear he had tracked throughout the house as he rushed around the night before trying to help her.

"You know" She whispered causing Marcus' eye to fly open - turning to look at her. "Usually, we would need to 'ave 'ad atleast a first date before you could even touch my knee much less my thigh." She said, her eyes still half liddened by smiling, her face still a bit pale. Banes face slowly turning from surprise to that of joy as she spoke. "But I suppose I can make an exception." She said and reached for his hand. He in turn gave her one of his hands, the other remaining on her leg due to some subconscious fear she might pass out or something if he were to let it go.

"Geez.. such 'strict' rules .. " He says softly while laughing a little under his breath, brushing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand as he felt such a burden lifted off his shoulders. "What are you.. some kind of Christian nut?" Bane says as he finally takes the second hand off her leg and wraps it around her hand - pulling it to his lips so he can kiss it, almost 'thanking' her for still being alive. Looking down at himself, likely for the first time since the whole event he notices how much mud he was covered in, before looking up at all the mud on the couch, floor, and her.

" I ... owe you a new couch and .... carpet... " He say slowly, before laughing softly - resting his head on the couch.

"Come." She said and with a limp, she led him upstairs. As Marcus stood is became apparent just how fatigued he was. He stumbled a few times as he first got up, and would drag his feet as he followed.

"I'll clean up once I've finished my shower." She told him as they made their way upstairs, she stopped at the top of the stairs, and opened the linen closet, she pulled a few towels. Marcus used the wall for support as he ascended the stairs.


'what is wrong with me... I've Never felt this tired before... not even after staying up for days' he thought as he followed her close behind. 'I feel like I'm the one who lost all the blood...'


"'ere," She handed them to him then made her way to the large room of the left. "Dz'is is my room," She said standing in the doorway. "Let me know if you need anydz'ing." She said, and was about to turn before looking at him again.She walked over, raised to her toes to place a small kiss to his cheek, nearest his lips. "Dz'ank you," She said softly. "For....everdz'ing." She said and disappeared inside of her bedroom, softly closing the door behind her.

He raised his hand to his cheek, already missing her warmth there. She had to put up with so much... how she could manage to do so and then thank him on top of it all he could never understand.

Staggerly Bane made his way down to a bedroom, opening it to reveal a nice sizable room, although a tad under furnished due to the lack of anyone having been using it. Slowly he made his way to the bathroom within, placing the towls down on the sink - he some how tripped over his own foot, landing hard on the bathroom floor. He gripped his leg as he felt a sudden jolt of pain on his thigh.

'Aaagh! What is this!?" He grunted pulling himself up by the sink. His leg felt like it had been stabbed, making it hard to stand on alone without his extreme fatigue. Trying to ignore it he hobbled to the shower - turning it on and crawling inside, clothes and all. He leaned against the shower wall just trying to find the strength to remove his clothes.

Layer by layer he tossed his soaked clothes out onto the bathroom floor, letting the hot was roll down his weary skin. It felt good.. and it gave his muscles a moment to relax.. still tense from sitting in one spot all night. His fatigue did not seem to leave him, but it did give him a moment to clear his head - as if all his worries were going down the drain along with the dirt and grim he had collected from the night before.

After some time in the shower, Marcus would make his way out and over to the sink- grabbing the towel he had left there. Whipping the mirror clean of steam he saw his face for the first time in awhile... He looked tired.. not as tired as he felt... but tired none the less.. and if he was not mistaken... did he look happier? After all that he had been through in the past 24 hours, he still seamed to have a small smile even while not thinking about it.

Maybe Jacqueline was good for him... he hadn't really been 'happy' for some time now... or maybe he was just so tired he was going loopy... it was hard to tell.

Drying himself the best he could, Marcus realized all he had to put back on were his muddy wet clothes laying on the floor. He would have to go downstairs to get his duffle bag.. he knew he had at least on change of clothes in that... or so he hoped. He didn't actually bother to make sure he packed clothes, he was just in a hurry to get out of his hotel before someone showed up, not thinking ahead.

wrapping the towel around his waist, he slowly made his way out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and into the hallway. With a slight limp he walked down the stares towards the living room where his duffle bag still layed on the floor.

Looking through the duffle bag he sighed to himself. Shirt, socks, another shirt... had he really forgot to grab any other pants? He search would be interrupted as Marcus heard noise coming from the stairway. He grabbed a shirt, it was better then nothing, and stood up to put it on - only to discover Jacqueline already watching him.

" Feel any better? " He asks in a groggy voice, giving her a smile as he pulled the shirt on over his head.

(Edited this one a lot ... so if you've already read it once, read it again. XD)

She walked over and pressed a hand to his somewhat clammy forehead. "You look tired, You need proper rest." She told him with a reassuring smile. Marcus could only nod slowly - at this point he didn't think he could fight off sleeping much longer, even if she didn't think it was a good idea.

"I'll put your clothes in dze washer, dz'en by dz'e time you get up, dz'ey'll be clean and dry, Oui?" She said and took his hand yet again, this time, her fingers seem to interweave with his. Marcus notices their hands linked together, looking down at her hand in his. He gave her another soft smile as she slowly lead him up to her room. He found it odd... With all the rooms in this house she brought him to her's ... it give him a small smirk.

"'Ow are you feeling?" She asked him. "Besides, tired?" She said and she lead him into her room, she pulled the comforter and bed dressings from the bed, some so that he could get in. "We bo'dz were soaked in rain last night, you may be coming down wit' somedz'ing." She said. Marcus' smile would fade slightly as she asked him how he felt, honestly he didn't want to tell her - thinking it might worry her, but she had asked...

" Other than exhausted? " He says, the groggy voice he had before still prevalent. " I'm alright I suppose... although my leg.. " He says, rubbing his thigh through the towel still wrapped around his waist. " I think I must have bagged it up last night and not noticed during all the um... 'excitement'. " He would sit on the bed, raising a hand to his eyes as he simple shook his head.

" I'm sure it's nothing though.. All I need is some sleep, and I'll be fine.. " Marcus says as he pulls the hands from his eyes, giving her another soft smile.

"Dz'en lay down." She urged him, gently pushing him down on the bed. Marcus laid down with little to no fight. He looked up at her with a half smile as she gazed down at him. "You need your rest." She told him softly, and he nodded in turn, he agreed he did... but he wanted to fight off sleep to sit here with her for a moment more.

" You still need rest yourself... You lost a lot of blood last night.. you're body still needs time to ... " He yawns. " get that blood back.." Marcus' eyes were becoming heavier as he lay there talking with her.

"I'm sorry for last night." She told him, "All dz'is 'excitment' because I was foolish enough to agure wit' dz'ose men, now you weren't feeling well." She said and looked away.

" No... Don't blame yourself... Those men were the ones to blame, not you.. and they paid for their actions... " He said sitting up slightly, looking into her eyes.

"Did you really mean what you said to me? About how you don't believe as you did about witches and casters?" She asked him. He reached out for her hand as he sat up all the way, trying to hold it as he spoke to her.

"I meant ever word... " He says smiling at her again. " In a single afternoon you managed to make me question... everything I've done in the past 10 years.. in a good way." Marcus laid back down, now with his eyes closed as he went on talking. " .. and I'm better for having met you... "

" Now you answer me this... " He says before yawning again, his eyes opening slightly as he looked at her with a smile. " Do you still wanna 'sleep with me'?" He asked with a smirk.

"Just like a man, Only every one thing on your mind." She said with a gentle nudge. "Lucky for you, dz'e answer is yes." She said and scooted a bit closer. Marcus gave her a wide smile. He had expected some form of comment on the remind, and she had delivered. He let his eyes close shut again, already starting to drift off.

"Now keep your eyes closed and relax." She said, and placed her hands on either side of his face. "Breath evenly, in through your nose and out through your mouth and let your mind drift." She said, and she too closed her eyes. He compiled, his breathing slowing as be had already began to drift off.

"You will 'ave complete control over the dream, expect me, Well, partial...you'll be able to control what I wear...so try to behave." She said with a small laugh. Even now almost asleep she made his smile, but part of him doubted her When she told him he would have complete control... He rarely went to bed without having enough to drink to not remember going to bed let alone dream.. and there was a reason for that.

Her words would become lost to him as she continued to try and sooth him to sleep - he had already drifted off...

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The sound of the water hitting the shore is the first thing Jacqueline would hear as she entered his dream. The smell of the sea air and the mist of the ocean breeze washing over her face would welcome her to what appeared to be a beautiful looking beach, almost like something off the back of a postcard.

As she looked down, she would find herself wearing a simple white sun dress, with a white bikini underneath, standing barefoot in the warm sand.

"Hey, Lady!" She would sudden hear, turning to find a young boy, no older then the age of 10 standing there. "What are you doing here?"

"I am looking for a friend of mine. Do you know someone by dz'e name of Marcus?"She asked sweetly. "I was suppose to meet 'im 'ere."

"My name is Marcus!" Said the little boy excitedly. "I am Jeremy Marcus Williams Bane!" The little boy ran up to Jacqueline, standing just a few feet in front of her now, bouncing a bit as he kept talking. "You aren't looking for me are you?" He asked as he gave her a big smile, revealing two of his front teeth missing. He looked a bit like a young Marcus with a closer examination, the same dark hair, same nose, even the same ears - but his eyes were defiantly more of a hazel then Marcus' honey brown. He wore a simple white T-shirt and white shorts, although they seemed to be covered in sand from where he had likely been playing on the beach.

"I bet you're friends at the Ferry!" He says, taking her hand and beginning to drag her down the sandy shore line. "Come on! Lets go!"

As he dragged her down the beach for a minute, a town would come into view - made mostly from what looked to be bamboo, palm leaves, and drift wood the small town looked almost like what you would expect somewhere stereotypical tropical. The people moving about the sandy streets of the little town seem bright and colorful even from a distance. Another minute or so they would both arrive within the small towns streets and from here it oddly enough seemed familiar.... It looked to be the French Quarter, save made completely from material found in the area. The brightly colored people moving about the streets appear to be in costumes you would find during Carnival in Brazil - moving in shockingly large crowds for the tiny town. The Sounds of Music and chatter fill the city streets as people seem to be in celebration.

"Come on!" Yells the young boy, dragging Jacqueline through the middle of a crowd. As they bumped into people - their white clothes would began to gain the colors of those they bumped into - almost like getting paint rubbed on them without the wet sensation or smell. By the time they made it to the other side of the crowd they both looked like they had tie-dyed clothes on.

"There!" He said, pointing towards a small boat dock a few yards away. "That's were the Ferry comes in at, your friend will probably be here by then!"

"Jeremy, Where are your parents?" She asked him." You aren't out here alone, are you?" The young boy frowned a bit, looking back towards the crowd of people moving through the streets.

"My moms at home... but... I don't wanna go there.. and dads here somewhere... some times.. " He says slowly, as if he wanted to tell her a lie, but couldn't come up with anything. His frown would suddenly brighten up as he pointed back towards the docks.

"Look! It's here!" he yelled, running towards the docks as a small ferry boat came pulling up to it. As it arrived, people through the crowd began to head towards it. oddly enough not people in costumes but in the, now, tie-dye clothing much like Jacqueline and the young Jeremy. As the boat came to a stop, a man jumped onto the docks.

"All aboard!" He yelled with a wide smile. People seem to be handing him coins as they began to load onto the Ferry.

"Check your pockets! Do you have any coins!?" Said the excited Jeremy, pointing towards the simple 'pocket' of sorts made into the sundress... oddly enough there hadn't been a noticeable pocket before now. As she stuck her hand inside to check, there would be two copper coins - larger than a traditional penny, but bright and shiny - as if recently made.