We all fall down (Merry)

They were not as careful as they thought, her fledgling was always letting things slip through his grasp. While she was brushing her hair she had caught wind of some little plan brewing up stairs, she knew that something was wrong with it this time. In a heart beat she threw on some form of clothing, blurred up the steps, and that was where she found them. Lips locked together, she watched as Connor's eyes turned black, filled with hunger, and in that moment she was -almost- proud of him. Yet, he hesitated once more, and that infuriated her more than he would ever understand.

Flashing across the kitchen, Anneliese threw Connor across the room into the cabinet, smiling from ear to ear. "You always were so easy to predict love. Hello dear." she said to Merry, flashing a wicked grin as she rested her hands on the counter. Her eyes were black, just like most vampires, however there was something more unsettling about her gaze. It was as if there was nothing behind it except hunger, the need to kill, and it was finally unchecked without Robert around to cage it.

Most of her cried out, she needed him, she feared what she might do to the only thing left he loved. That was why she hesitated, why Merry would have the time to do whatever she needed to do yet. There was a powerful hesitation in her, that stemmed from the promise she made to Robert to try to be better. She never understood just how it would affect her until now, until she growled loudly, throwing things off the counter onto the floor. It was as if she was fighting something invisible, part of her was willing the body to stay, the other was willing it to kill.

The side that Robert had created in her however broke through for a moment, face a frown. "Whatever you were going to do, do it quickly, please." she cried softly, as if pleading for someone to stop her. However that was over quickly as the wicked grin spread across her face once more. "Tick tock, your time is running out.."

The moment the stake hit the puppet, she knew something was wrong. Her body started to twitch, she even let out an ear splitting scream as the magic ripped through her. Her eye sockets would eminate a bright white glow as she screamed, the light also escaping her mouth as she was fully taken over by the spell. Whatever power Merry had invoked her, it was forcing the soul right back into Anneliese. Not only that, but it took the pieces of her shattered mind and glued them back together. For all intents and purposes, Anne was once more the woman who was abused, the woman before she was locked in the darkness even if she remembered it all.

Lifting off the ground, the wind whipped around her, smashing all things. There was no way now that Robert would be able to ignore this, as she screamed his name through the pain. She felt that wherever he was, he would come running to her side. No matter what she had done, he would understand, he knew that she was not well. That was her sole hope, now that she could feel it, that she would live beyond this moment for a chance at redemption. There were even tears sliding down her face as all the guilt for everything she had done came flooding into her, all the painful memories.

Their screaming faces haunted her, her body trembled with fear due to what she had done. When it was over, she hit the floor curled up in a heap. She was gasping for air, her body unused to the feeling of having to draw a breath. It came in short gasps, the sound of a woman crying now filling the kitchen. She couldn't even move, the guilt was that overwhelming. This was where she would pay for it all, in this moment she would meet her end and no one would come to her aid. Did she deserve any different? Did she honestly excpect mercy for what she had done? It had been done to her first, however unwell she was, couldn't she have stopped?

"It hurts.. please.. I'm so sorry.. make it stop.." she pleaded.

Groaning quietly as he threw the rubble off of himself, Connor could feel the side of his face healing. In her fury, Anne had all but swiped the skin loose from his face, leaving hanging as it sealed it's self back down to the rest of the skin. "I'm up, I'm up.." he groaned comically, even if there was nothing funny about the situation. If he hadn't seen Merry crawling towards them he would have assumed that it went worse than it had. Though there was a look of concern on his face yet, as he pushed himself up onto his feet.

"What happened? Did the spell kill her?" he asked, looking around at the destruction. He seemed desperate for the answer to be yes, to be rid of her once and for all. Though there was a sinking feeling that told him it wasn't that easy, that and there was one more heart beat now that he could hear in the house. This one was pumping with a pace that suggested fear. His eyes flashed confusion as he looked into Merry's face for the answer to his questions, none of this made sense to him at all.

"Lie to me if you have to, but I need to believe that she's gone. That this is finally over.." he said, leaning against the counter. He was disoriented, he never thought that was even possible for a vampire yet here it was. Out of instinct he drew a deep breath, only to remember that it was irrelevant to him if he did or not while he thought. Looking around for the stake, he found it somewhere nearby, embedded into the body of the tiny doll that Merry had made. What was the purpose of that?

"You didn't put the stake in her actual body? Then how did you destroy her?" he asked once more, it was clear that his mind was set on her end. "Please tell me I didn't trust you to let me down.." he said, though his voice sounded more like it was pleading with her for some sort of answer, anything. He would have to give her the chance to respond to her first, he kept asking a new question as it popped into his mind. It was clear that no one was truly sure of what had come to pass here, that they might have just made history if anyone was around to see it.

"Merry, are you okay?"

"Merry, Merry!" Connor said a bit more firmly, taking her hand to stop her from trying to whip something up. She was tired and most likely in shock from what she had come face to face with, otherwise she would have realizing making something to heal a wounded vampire was pointless. A few seconds later, his wounded face would start to mend it's self right before their eyes, returning to it's original state. Tonight had shaken her up pretty badly, he should have never brought the fight right to her door step like he had. This was exactly why Noah warned them about attachements to mortals.

"If it weakened her, then where is she?" he asked, raising his brow as he looked around at the destruction. He heard what she said about her family, and from the moment he knew that she and Robert were connected he figured as much. There was a sympathetic look in his eyes as if it was somehow his fault, and it probably was. If he had just become the monster that she wanted, she would have never went in search of another who could give her what she wanted.

When he found out that her punishment was being human, he was furious. That was a gift, not a curse, and now he wanted nothing more than to slit her throat. How could the gods see fit to turn such a monster into something he longed to be so much? He knew however that there was no way that he would ever be able to become human himself. The very same spell might not work the same way twice, plus he would never ask Merry to go through the physical cost of casting the spell again.

"It's okay Merry, you were only trying to help.." he said as he picked her up into his arms. "Let's try and get you into bed, alright?" he said, rage burning in his blood. In a heart beat he would be up the stairs, standing at the edge of her bed as he put her into it so that she might rest. After all, he had disturbed her the first time. Though, even with Anne human he didn't trust that she was safe at all, so he looked around the room for somewhere that he could stay while she slept. "I'm going to stay with you tonight, alright?" he asked, looking down at her with a longing to lay next to her like an actual man might.

"Don't worry about me, Merry. Fate happens to all of us, maybe this is just what I am suppose to be.." he said, sounding bitter. That happy life she wished for him was what both he and Robert wanted her to have. He was standing in the way of that however, so during the night he would have to muster up enough courage to hurt her. He decided he would leave a note stating that he had lost his way, that he walked into the sunlight, and then he would vanish, keeping a watchful eye on her from a distance.

"Just try and rest, I'll be right here.." he said, climbing under her bed to protect himself from the light that would eventually enter.