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Bejei didn't know what to say about Mia's response. She was right about one thing, he's definitely not the egotistical and arrogant person she first met. Although, he missed being that person since it gave her the ideal of strength and dominance. He felt weak as her good personality came into the picture. That's no longer the person he used to be, but why is he becoming him again?

"I feel weak like this..." He told Mia. "I couldn't even protect you against those lycans. My confidence and strength has diminished... What if a stronger foe comes along?"

Mia looked at him, totally forgetting Luke playing the violen in the background.

"Bejei, if you feel you must be that man than do so," she told him. "But, please, be nice towards me..." She looked at him. Maybe that had been his problem when they...

Maybe he had been trying to decide who he wanted to be... and he was having mood swings. Maybe the voices were just to cover up the fact he couldn't decide who he wanted to be.

"That's all I ask. Be that arrogant man if thats how you feel comfortable, but be a slightly different man towards me... Maybe not as docile towards me as you have been, because it seems that your having a hard time trying to be two different people..."

Bejei thought about what Mia said, and he tried to register it. It's not possible to be that man now since he had Mia in his life. She's the sole reason why he changed, but... Was that the reason why the voice appeared? Is he trying to chose between being the man Mia cares about to being the man he wanted to be?

"No..." He calmly replied. "A part of me wishes to be that way, but the other part wishes to be this man you care about." He stopped dancing as he pulled slightly away from Mia.

Mia smiled. "There is always a median, Bejei," she said and looked towards Luke.

"Luke, that will be all for today... Thanks," she told him. He left without saying a word, only nodding to them.


Mia looked back at him. "Can you tell me what the voice is after Bejei? Maybe the voice is just a way to express what you want... If you tell me what it wants maybe we can figure that out. Maybe when we do it will go away?"

"The voice wants... I'm not sure, but I believe it wants you." Bejei replied but unsure of himself.

He reached over and grabbed hold of Mia, bringing her close to him once more. He didn't want the evil spirit to take Mia away from him, and he knew it could it do as well. Whatever reason it wanted Mia was beyond his comprehension, but he do know that it wanted her.

"I won't let it have you though." He whispered into her ears.

Mia looked at him. "But, why would it want me? I have nothing... I am not rich... I don't have anything of value besides my clothes and I don't even own them. Bejei, I'm nothing..." she said to him... Then she had to remind herself that it was just a voice in Bejei's head... it couldn't actually harm her...

Could it?

For a moment Mia felt sick, she didn't understand why, maybe it was just for this confusing moment... A moment where she was contemplating both Bejei's sanity and on the chance that the voice was real and something was inhabiting his body it wanted her...

"Is that why... why you were so rough with me the last night? Was it the voice? Did it make you hurt me like that? Did it tell you anything at all afterwards? Say anything about me when I left?"

Bejei shooked his head since he couldn't recall the event. He just stared blankly at Mia, unsure of anything that's happening anymore. The evil entity was taking over his life, and there's nothing he could do to prevent it. Although, he would not give up hope yet.

"I don't remember what happened last night. The last thing I remember staring you, and you told me I hurt you. I think I'm losing my mind." He told her. "What if I'm crazy."

Mia looked at him and shook her head for a moment as if she didn't know what to do... then slowly she looked up at him. "Bejei... I think I know a way to get your memories back..." she said and touched his face to try and calm him. "There is a woman in the carnival thats a sort of psychic... she can contact spirits... as well as pull lost memories from you... I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier..."

Bejei nodded his head to Mia, agreeing to see this psychic woman that she spoke of. He would desperately try anything in order to get his lost memories back. He wanted to know what happened, and how much pain he caused Mia last night. He knew it had to be the voice that caused it since he cared about Mia too much to hurt her physically.

"I'll try it." He told her. "If she can help then I'm all for it. I don't want to hurt you anymore Mia. This voice has to go or else..."

Symala’stent wasa deep dar purple, trimmed in gold designs. Most people shyed away from her tent for reasons all to there own. But, mostly do to the fact Symala was so intuned with everything that she could sense evil no matter how disguised, and life no matter how young.

Symala was a grumpy old woman that in the past had been described as a raving beauty. Though, one could not tell it now.

“Symala?” Mia called to the inside of the tenet, there was no answer at first, but Mia motioned Bejei in anyway.

The inside was fark, lit by several black candles littered dangerously around the room.

Symala’s tent was section by a long thick curtain. The front half was her working half, the back half was where she slept.

The curtain rustled and an old short doubled over woman came outside, balancing herself with the use of a glossy black cane.

“What ye want?” she asked imaptiently.

“My friend has come for the use of your services,” Mia explained. “He has lost some of his memory and needs it teturned. If you can help him.”

“Well of course I can help him,” she said, glancing at Bejei. She immediatly recoiled with a gasp. “I... uh.... come, sit!”

Mia looked at Bejei waril as she went to sit, wondering why Symala had recoiled so at looking at him. “No, you.... you must leave. Now!” she sounded urgent, as if Bejei were about to explode. Mia looked at Symala confused. “Leave! Now!”

Mia ablidged, moving past Bejei to get to the tent flap. As soon as her presence was gone from the room the old woman looked at Bejei thoughtfully.

“Blackout?” she asked. “Your memore loss is caused by frequent blackouts?”

She turned, fiddling with a few bottles and moving them around to where she could get to a black bowl in the back of the tiny shelf. “I don’t know who keeps puting this in the back...”

Symala’s hand glided to a dagger next to it. She dropped it in the bowl and turned, carrying the bowl to a small table and sitting it down. She put the dagger next to the bowl and grabbed a bottle of glowing blue liquid from the shelf, poor it into the bowl and filling it half way full.

“Do you know how many hourse ago the memory loss accured?” she asked, glancing at Bejei with her blue eyes.

She held up the dagger. “For every hour ago until the moment you lost our memeory put a drop of blood into the bowl. When you are done the memory will appear. Because of the connection between you and the liquid through your blood you will see what you don’t remember, as well
as feel what you don’t remember. I warn you, because feelings are very strong and cause us to act foolishly. Ignore the feelings if you can, though I doubt you’ll be able to considering what
might have happened during your blackout.”

Bejei followed Mia to the strange psychic woman's tent. When they reached her tent, he had second thoughts about entering and letting the woman view him. The spirit could do some harm to her during the process of trying to regain his lost memories. However, he didn't want to disappoint Mia so he entered.

He wondered why the old woman told Mia to leave. Maybe, things were more serious than he thought. The old woman must not want Mia to hear or see what she was about to do to him. He believed it was best for Mia not to witness what's about to take place.

After listening to the woman's questions. He decided to try it out and see what she could do.

"Black? I'm not sure when, but I believed it started yesterday." He replied while he took a seat across from her. "What if I don't know how long I was black out? Do I just randomly spill my blood in there?"

Mia sat on the ground near the tent, glancing back at the flap and wondering what was going on in there. She just happened to glance in the right direction to find that foolish man that seemed to be following her. Why did he find her so interesting? There wasn't anything special about her...

The old woman on the inside was getting frustrated with him. "How hard could it possibly be foolish boy? How long ago was your last black out? For however long ago it was put a drop of blood for every hour. If it happened twenty-four hours ago then thats how man drops of blood you use. Nothing is ever random... Now... when was your last black out? Don't tell me, just put the blood in. I haven't got all day. It will start immediatly as soon as you stop feeding it blood..."

She handed him the dagger. "When you are through giving it blood it will show you what happened... You will be able to break the connection if it becomes to much for you, but I can't tell you how." The old woman smiled gruesomely. "There wouldn't be any fun in it then!"

Bejei's lips curled downward into a angry frown. He didn't like the tone the old woman was giving him. Maybe, it would be better if he slit her throat and used her blood to fill the water with. He would not allow an old bag like her to put him down.
"Listen here old lady. If I said I don't recall how many hours than I don't recall the hours." He remarked. "What if I use your blood instead of mine? It would show something interesting about you."

He snatched the dagger from her hand and squeezed his hand on the blade, allowing the blood to slowly drip into the water. He didn't know how long he was black out so he didn't stop the blood drain.

"Are you happy old lady?" He stated angrily. "There..." He closed his palms and threw the dagger to the ground. He glanced into the water and waited to see what would appear.

OOC: You can add what Bejei would have seen I just copied and pasted things that happened in our posts

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The glowing blue liquid turn more of a purple color as his blood spilled into the bowl. The old psychic looked at him with an amused smile. He threatened her. It was just what she would have expected from someone being controlled by an evil spirit.

"Look into the water closer," she advised as the water began to swirl around and around until finally the swirl disappeared and in its place was an image.

Mia, seen through Bejei's eyes. Through Bejei's eyes you could see his hands fiddling with the buttons of her dress... Then after a while of that they were back on solid ground and not in the water. Mia was standing on the soft green grass, shielding herself slightly as if she were to embarrassed to reveal her body to Bejei. You could here Bejei speak, "Are you afraid of me? Is that why you closed your dress?". Mia replied that she wasn't afraid and so on when the reliving of memories. Bejei was probably feeling what the evil spirit had felt, knowing somewhat what he had thought...

"If you don't want to do it then tell me. I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to do." He told her, although in his mind, he didn't care what she wanted or not. "I'll go slow if you want."

"You'll stop won't you? If your hurting me?" she asked him quickly.

"Of course Mia." Bejei replied while he reached down and placed it inside her gently. At first, it was slow, but he gradually picked up the pace, going harder and faster.

"Bejei," Mia gasped. "Bejei... please slow down..."

"Ok Mia." He stopped while he turned her over until he lied ontop of her again. "I'll take it slower next time." Bejei slowly pulled it out of Mia while he gazed at her exhausted form. He smiled before he took hold of Mia's hips and flipped her onto her belly. He examined her nice plump buttocks, and this was the position he enjoyed, but he didn't know if Bejei like it or not. Either way he didn't care what his counterpart like or not, and he hoped Bejei saw everything he's doing to Mia. He decided he wanted to see Mia's pretty face so he flipped her back onto her back. "Here we go Mia." He said as he pulled her legs towards him. Bejei slid it in nice and easy before he began to quickened the pace once more. He leaned in to kiss her while he pleasured her, and every so often he took her faster and harder.

She held on to him tightly once again because he didn't slow down at all like she asked him to. Her nails were digging into him, her hands clawing his back slightly. "Bejei..." she whispered, almost on the verge of tears... "please stop. Just stop."

Bejei could feel Mia's grip tightened around him, and he even believed she was clawing at him, but he ignored all of it only to pleasure her more. He knew she couldn't fight the urge, and he knew she enjoyed being pleasured as much as himself. He could feel her lust, and why Bejei didn't pleasure her often was oblivious to him.

He could feel himself tensed as his love juice exploded within Mia. Yes. He succeeded in planting his evil seeds inside her, and now all he had to do was wait for them to develop into his children. Everything was going according to plan, and all he had left to do was take control of Bejei's body for good.

And then he stopped. He helped her up…"Mia... Are you ok?" Bejei's voice revealed his concern and sincerity. "I didn't mean... I... " He pulled her close to his chest while he placed her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry..."

The old woman stopped it then, but taking the bowl away from Bejei. "That is why I didn't allow the woman to stay," she told him. "I feel the presence of another spirit in her... one brought on by pain and greif... I knew that there could only be one reason. That's your reason...

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Mia kept her eye on the strange crimson eyed pale skinned man. He reminded her of a vampire all of the sudden. She guessed because of his fanges, but there were two on both top and bottom.

She looked back at the flap, wondering if it would be much longer. She couldn't hear what was going on inside the tent... So she didn't have any idea what they were doing.

When she looked back at the strange guy she almost flipped over backwards. Instead of the distance they had had, it was now no more than three feet.

"What do you want from me?" Mia asked cooly, sitting on the ground still.

Bejei watched on with horror at himself ravaging Mia fiercely. That's no him by the way. He's gentle with her, and he would never attempt to hurt her like what his eyes is witnessing. How could he allow something like that to occur without ever knowing it happened. It must be the voice that did it. The evil spirit that he felt and talked too must have gain control over his body and rape Mia the way he did. That's the only possible conclusion he could come up with.

He gradually began to remember watching everything while it happened, but how come he couldn't remember? Did it get erased from his memories afterwards? How did the spirit take control over his body without him every remembering it happened? If it could temporary gain control of him whenever it wanted then Mia is not safe with him.

He saw something else... the fight with the lycans. The fight was vague, and he knew the reason why. That's when the spirit first presented itself. He remembered going to the pond, and the spirit revealed itself. Yes. Thing were becoming quite clear now, but yet, he knew nothing on how to stop it from happening.

Bejei didn't get the chance to see the whole fight when the old lady took the bowl away from him. He was left with the memories of only seeing parts of the fight with Keifer and his goons.

"What do you mean another spirit within Mia? I thought the evil spirit resided within me?" He asked her with some confusion. "I didn't want Mia to know that another living being lives and breathes inside of me. It's pure evil, and I don't know how it got there."

Suddenly, Bejei's hazel eyes blinked red then vanished as quickly as it came. The old woman could have seen it if she was watching his eyes at the time.

"How do you get rid of this spirit or get it out into the open so it could be kill?" Bejei asked her. "I don't want it inside me anymore. If I can release it then you might know how?"