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An argument between these two had never gotten to the point of full on constant yelling, and it wasn’t until a ringing slap rang through the room did it go silent. Bert stood there with his hand over his cheek and shocked wide eyes looking over at Mary’s angry form. “I-I’m sorry.” He mumbled before quickly walking out of the room and making his way out of the house.

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She ran her hands through his hair, one stopping to caress the cheek she had slapped-“I know and I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you but you must know I would never force your affections or tamper with your feelings for me-for one thing it can’t be done, you can’t just magic love-no matter how hard you try.”

He winced when she touched his cheek. “I know, I know…” He whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I sounded just like your awful mother at our wedding and I ‘ate myself for it.”

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes-“Yes you did rather, but don’t you worry about it-all I need to know is that you don’t believe me to be the witch that she thinks I am-I don’t think I could bare it if you did-“

Bert leaned forward and kissed her lovingly on the lips before pulling back. “Never would I ever think that you were a witch! And even if you were a witch, I’d still love you.” He smirked

She gave him a watery laugh before kissing him lightly again-“Thank you dear…”

He laughed and pressed another kiss to her lips. “Oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to Mary’s lips.

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Mary stood stunned, her mouth partially open from the shock of what had just occurred. Her cheek was stinging, a small red handprint forming across her face-she brought her hand up to rest against it, wincing at the hot tender skin that sat beneath it as she tried to fathom what had come over Bea to make her feel the need to slap Mary-hard across the face.

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“Ouch!” She whipped her arm away as Bea took a bite out of it-“That bloody hurt Bea!” but of course the girl wasn’t listening, her mind elsewhere and her eyes out of focus-“Well then-if you won’t go in there we shall just have to stay here”

"Get. Away. From. Me." Beatrice pulled herself from Mary’s grasp. "Figlio de puttana!" She cursed at her. "Get your hands off me!" She whimpered

“Now dear, you know I am no such thing, please just calm down and tell me what I have supposedly done to upset you.” she put both of her hands up to show Bea that she wasn’t touching her “look Beatrice darling-I am not touching you.”

"You don’t see yourself!" Mary looked very much like herself, but what Bea saw was Mary indeed, only with grey skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth. "You-you’re not Mary."

“Yes, yes I am-look it’s me!” she wracked her brain trying to think of what to do to wake her up, to calm her down or put her asleep she would normally sing to her so she tried that.

Beatrice let out a shrill scream and covered her ears. “Stop! It hurts!” As if to prove it did her nose began to bleed. “Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” She fell limp in Mary’s lap.

She caught Bea in her arms as she fell, holing the bridge of her nose between her thumb and fingers to stop her bleeding nose, but not before she had manage to get blood all over her blouse, her eyes were wide with shock at the whole turn of events-no one had ever asked her to stop singing before like she was using it as a form of torture.

Beatrice let out a small groan before sitting up. “Oh my head…” She looked up at Mary and sucked in a sharp breath. “You have blood all over your blouse! Are you ok?”

I am perfectly fine dear except for a slapped cheek and a few bruises; it’s you who is a little worse for wear! Do you remember what happened?” She eased Bea up, taking her weight as she leaned against her.

"N-no…why?" She felt cool liquid running down her lip, she touched her finger to it and gasped at the sight of blood. "What happened?!" She jumped back. "Did I hit you? Oh goodness it happened again."

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The Wedding Day

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She arched up into his mouth as he bit down gently, rolling her eyes at how slow he was going-“And you just drive me crazy my dear…”

At her words Bert kissed down her body until he reached her underwear. “I’m sorry love.” He unclipped her garter belts and pulled down her underwear. “But you don’t know what crazy is just yet.” He smirked wickedly at her.

“Oh dear-that sounds both promising and a little worrying…” Her breath was heavy as he removed what was left of her clothing, placing kisses as he went.

"It is a bit of both." He smirked before pressing a loving kiss against her center before giving her a long lick from bottom to top. "I just want to drive you insane."

“Oh!” She tried to sit upright at the sudden contact but the tie just pulled her back down again-she winced at the strain it put on her shoulders-“I forgot about them… though I should think it won’t be too long until your goal is reached.”

Bert smirked as he ran his fingers lightly around her entrance. “You don’t even know love.” He whispered before pressing his mouth against her again while dipping his fingers lightly into her, but not all the way.

She moaned in frustration at his touch-it wasn’t enough for her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Bert smirked. “What do you want me to do dear?” He murmured against her before giving her a firm lick against her center.

Her head rolled from side to side as he teased her again with his mouth-“Anything, just touch me-I need you!”

"You can do better than that love." He pulled back from her and let his hands wander up her torso and to her breasts, squeezing them firmly. "Tell me dear."

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An argument between these two had never gotten to the point of full on constant yelling, and it wasn’t until a ringing slap rang through the room did it go silent. Bert stood there with his hand over his cheek and shocked wide eyes looking over at Mary’s angry form. “I-I’m sorry.” He mumbled before quickly walking out of the room and making his way out of the house.

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She ran her hands through his hair, one stopping to caress the cheek she had slapped-“I know and I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you but you must know I would never force your affections or tamper with your feelings for me-for one thing it can’t be done, you can’t just magic love-no matter how hard you try.”

He winced when she touched his cheek. “I know, I know…” He whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I sounded just like your awful mother at our wedding and I ‘ate myself for it.”

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes-“Yes you did rather, but don’t you worry about it-all I need to know is that you don’t believe me to be the witch that she thinks I am-I don’t think I could bare it if you did-“

Bert leaned forward and kissed her lovingly on the lips before pulling back. “Never would I ever think that you were a witch! And even if you were a witch, I’d still love you.” He smirked

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Mary stood stunned, her mouth partially open from the shock of what had just occurred. Her cheek was stinging, a small red handprint forming across her face-she brought her hand up to rest against it, wincing at the hot tender skin that sat beneath it as she tried to fathom what had come over Bea to make her feel the need to slap Mary-hard across the face.

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“Ouch!” She whipped her arm away as Bea took a bite out of it-“That bloody hurt Bea!” but of course the girl wasn’t listening, her mind elsewhere and her eyes out of focus-“Well then-if you won’t go in there we shall just have to stay here”

"Get. Away. From. Me." Beatrice pulled herself from Mary’s grasp. "Figlio de puttana!" She cursed at her. "Get your hands off me!" She whimpered

“Now dear, you know I am no such thing, please just calm down and tell me what I have supposedly done to upset you.” she put both of her hands up to show Bea that she wasn’t touching her “look Beatrice darling-I am not touching you.”

"You don’t see yourself!" Mary looked very much like herself, but what Bea saw was Mary indeed, only with grey skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth. "You-you’re not Mary."

“Yes, yes I am-look it’s me!” she wracked her brain trying to think of what to do to wake her up, to calm her down or put her asleep she would normally sing to her so she tried that.

Beatrice let out a shrill scream and covered her ears. “Stop! It hurts!” As if to prove it did her nose began to bleed. “Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” She fell limp in Mary’s lap.

She caught Bea in her arms as she fell, holing the bridge of her nose between her thumb and fingers to stop her bleeding nose, but not before she had manage to get blood all over her blouse, her eyes were wide with shock at the whole turn of events-no one had ever asked her to stop singing before like she was using it as a form of torture.

Beatrice let out a small groan before sitting up. “Oh my head…” She looked up at Mary and sucked in a sharp breath. “You have blood all over your blouse! Are you ok?”

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She arched up into his mouth as he bit down gently, rolling her eyes at how slow he was going-“And you just drive me crazy my dear…”

At her words Bert kissed down her body until he reached her underwear. “I’m sorry love.” He unclipped her garter belts and pulled down her underwear. “But you don’t know what crazy is just yet.” He smirked wickedly at her.

“Oh dear-that sounds both promising and a little worrying…” Her breath was heavy as he removed what was left of her clothing, placing kisses as he went.

"It is a bit of both." He smirked before pressing a loving kiss against her center before giving her a long lick from bottom to top. "I just want to drive you insane."

“Oh!” She tried to sit upright at the sudden contact but the tie just pulled her back down again-she winced at the strain it put on her shoulders-“I forgot about them… though I should think it won’t be too long until your goal is reached.”

Bert smirked as he ran his fingers lightly around her entrance. “You don’t even know love.” He whispered before pressing his mouth against her again while dipping his fingers lightly into her, but not all the way.

She moaned in frustration at his touch-it wasn’t enough for her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Bert smirked. “What do you want me to do dear?” He murmured against her before giving her a firm lick against her center.

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Mary stood stunned, her mouth partially open from the shock of what had just occurred. Her cheek was stinging, a small red handprint forming across her face-she brought her hand up to rest against it, wincing at the hot tender skin that sat beneath it as she tried to fathom what had come over Bea to make her feel the need to slap Mary-hard across the face.

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“Ouch!” She whipped her arm away as Bea took a bite out of it-“That bloody hurt Bea!” but of course the girl wasn’t listening, her mind elsewhere and her eyes out of focus-“Well then-if you won’t go in there we shall just have to stay here”

"Get. Away. From. Me." Beatrice pulled herself from Mary’s grasp. "Figlio de puttana!" She cursed at her. "Get your hands off me!" She whimpered

“Now dear, you know I am no such thing, please just calm down and tell me what I have supposedly done to upset you.” she put both of her hands up to show Bea that she wasn’t touching her “look Beatrice darling-I am not touching you.”

"You don’t see yourself!" Mary looked very much like herself, but what Bea saw was Mary indeed, only with grey skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth. "You-you’re not Mary."

“Yes, yes I am-look it’s me!” she wracked her brain trying to think of what to do to wake her up, to calm her down or put her asleep she would normally sing to her so she tried that.

Beatrice let out a shrill scream and covered her ears. “Stop! It hurts!” As if to prove it did her nose began to bleed. “Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” She fell limp in Mary’s lap.

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Mary stood stunned, her mouth partially open from the shock of what had just occurred. Her cheek was stinging, a small red handprint forming across her face-she brought her hand up to rest against it, wincing at the hot tender skin that sat beneath it as she tried to fathom what had come over Bea to make her feel the need to slap Mary-hard across the face.

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“Ouch!” She whipped her arm away as Bea took a bite out of it-“That bloody hurt Bea!” but of course the girl wasn’t listening, her mind elsewhere and her eyes out of focus-“Well then-if you won’t go in there we shall just have to stay here”

"Get. Away. From. Me." Beatrice pulled herself from Mary’s grasp. "Figlio de puttana!" She cursed at her. "Get your hands off me!" She whimpered

“Now dear, you know I am no such thing, please just calm down and tell me what I have supposedly done to upset you.” she put both of her hands up to show Bea that she wasn’t touching her “look Beatrice darling-I am not touching you.”

"You don’t see yourself!" Mary looked very much like herself, but what Bea saw was Mary indeed, only with grey skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth. "You-you’re not Mary."

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An argument between these two had never gotten to the point of full on constant yelling, and it wasn’t until a ringing slap rang through the room did it go silent. Bert stood there with his hand over his cheek and shocked wide eyes looking over at Mary’s angry form. “I-I’m sorry.” He mumbled before quickly walking out of the room and making his way out of the house.

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“No such promise is necessary my dear, I am not leaving-but if you so wish it, then I promise.” She smiled; her eyes suddenly going wide as she heard the door shut and Bert call her name. she nodded solemnly at the girl, standing up and following her to the door as she left-only to come face to face with Bert who was apologising profusely-“Yes well what is done is done, you can’t take words back that have already been said-“ she spoke to him a little coolly, returning to her place on the bed, exhausted by the day already.

"Please Mary." He kneeled before her. "I’m so sorry." He whispered. "I was just mad, I said something stupid, and it’s because I am stupid." He took her cool hands into his warm ones. "I love you more than life itself."

She ran her hands through his hair, one stopping to caress the cheek she had slapped-“I know and I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you but you must know I would never force your affections or tamper with your feelings for me-for one thing it can’t be done, you can’t just magic love-no matter how hard you try.”

He winced when she touched his cheek. “I know, I know…” He whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I sounded just like your awful mother at our wedding and I ‘ate myself for it.”

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Mary stood stunned, her mouth partially open from the shock of what had just occurred. Her cheek was stinging, a small red handprint forming across her face-she brought her hand up to rest against it, wincing at the hot tender skin that sat beneath it as she tried to fathom what had come over Bea to make her feel the need to slap Mary-hard across the face.

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Mary winced as the crystal vase smashed against her-oh that’d bruise tomorrow she sighed as she picked up her skirts and made her way down the rest of the stairs-careful to step over the shards of glass that littered them-“Oh bother, that was a wedding present and one of my favourite vases too…” She carefully began to herd Bea out of the hall and into the parlour-“Come along dear, let’s sit in here shall we and we can figure out what’s going on hmm?”

"No!" She struggled against Mary and even began cursing at her in German, even though Beatrice didn’t know a word of it. "Let me go you monstrous bitch!" She even bit Mary’s arm.

“Ouch!” She whipped her arm away as Bea took a bite out of it-“That bloody hurt Bea!” but of course the girl wasn’t listening, her mind elsewhere and her eyes out of focus-“Well then-if you won’t go in there we shall just have to stay here”

"Get. Away. From. Me." Beatrice pulled herself from Mary’s grasp. "Figlio de puttana!" She cursed at her. "Get your hands off me!" She whimpered

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