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Setting: It's a cold, rainy afternoon. Things are quiet at the house....until Matthew busts into the door, carrying you in his arms, your unconscious, you've been attacked by a fellow vampire.

Matthew: I found her laying on the ground outside.

Everyone, especially Jack watches in horror.

Diana: Is she going to be alright?

Matthew: Her wounds need to cleaned and bandaged immediately. She needs an IV of all the blood we have.

Marcus: I'll go get it.

Matthew examines the bite marks on the back of your neck.

Matthew: Benjamin?

Jack is starting to show rage, but Matthew intervenes.

Jack: I have to find him. I have to kill him.

Matthew: That's exactly what he wants Jack. He wants you enraged, so you'll try to kill him, but he'll only end up killing you instead. It's a game to him Jack. Y/N needs you here with her. She needs you to take care of her.

Jack: He put his hands on her, he hurt her.

Matthew: I promise Benjamin's day is coming, but right now you're needed here. Promise me you won't look for Benjamin. Jack?

TO BE CONTINUED

Authors note: I don't know how many parts this is going to be, but like my other imagines it's probably going to have separate scenarios for each part.

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Imagine being the only one able to calm Jack down when he's enraged. (Scenario #1. Short Version)

Setting: Jack is crumpled on the floor after his struggle with Baldwin. You make your way down stairs and see what's happening. You get down on the floor with him.

You: (Softly) Jack?

Jack: DON'T TOUCH ME!!!

You: I won't I promise.

Jack: I don't want to hurt you.

You: You're not going to hurt me Jack.

Jack: You don't know that.

You: Jack look at me.

Jack: I can't

You: You can. Please try...for me.

His gaze meets yours, the softness in your eyes seems to always comfort him.

You: It's alright Jack.

You offer him your hand. He takes it and you help him up. You put your arms around him and hug him tightly, rubbing his back in soothing way.

You: (softly) It's alright.

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No thanks I'm good.

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Not going to be pretty

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It's not going to be pretty.

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No thank you!!!!

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Compathy: Feelings such as happiness or grief shared by two or more people.

You're laying in bed, facing the wall. Your eyes red from crying and feeling depressed. Your husband climbs into bed.

McGee: Y/N? What's wrong?

You: I took another test.

He immediately knows.

You: I'm not pregnant

He puts his arms around you.

McGee: I'm sorry Y/N?

You: I can't do this anymore. I can't keep trying, taking test after test, going to doctors only to have everything come back normal and be told I'm perfectly healthy. I can't.

Not wanting to upset you with a response he moves closer and continues grieving with you.

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Going to find Jack after his altercation with Baldwin and Baldwin's argument with Matthew and Diana. (1st scenario, short version)

Setting: The place Matthew found Jack. You stand an listen for Jack's location.

Jack: I know Matthew you sent you.

He comes out from where he's hiding.

You: He thought I could help.

Jack: He's going to kill me, isn't he. He has to.

You: Why would Matthew kill you? Or even want to?

Jack: To stop me, to stop the blood rage. You heard Baldwin, it's his duty.

You: Matthew isn't going to kill you. You're his son. He loves you.

Jack: Then you have to do it?

You: Jack?

Jack: I won't hold it against you, you'd be doing a justice.

You start seeing the depth of his darkness and how his life as a vampire has greatly effected him.

You: Oh Jack.

Silent pause*

Jack: My oldest daughter was stillborn. Her mother could feel her moving, but then towards the end of the pregnancy...nothing at all. My youngest daughter and my only son were born healthy, but my son died when he was twelve. And my daughter....

He starts getting emotional, you know what he's about to say is the most painful of all. You give him a hug, rub his back, then pull away holding his hands.

Jack: My sweet, beautiful little girl. Benjamin took her. When I found her he had other vampires hold me down. He forced me to watch as he tortured...and murdered her.

You find yourself crying along with Jack. You pull him into another hug, and tighter hug.

Jack: I'm her father, I should of protected her.

You: I'm sorry Jack. I'm so sorry.

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Imagine: Imagine being the widow of Aethelred, and telling Francis about your deceased father-in-law.

Setting: France, French Court, The conversation itself is happening in Francis's sword shop (Mary's old rooms)

You look over the swords Francis has on the table and around the room.

Francis: What is it?

You: Swords.

Francis: What about them?

You: My father-in-law was a mean, heartless man. He was cruel to everyone, especially his own children. He murdered...actually murder isn't a good enough, he slaughtered anyone who wasn't in his favor or did what they were told. He'd plunge a knife or a sword right into them, no reason, no thought or concern for that person's life. My husband was a shattered man because of him.

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A Silly Tradition. 

You walk around the castle, lost in the book you're reading, you suddenly stop, you don't hear Francis sneak up behind you.

Francis: Mistletoes?

You jump at the sound of his voice.

You: Francis?

Francis: I thought mistletoe was a silly tradition.

You: It is a silly tradition.

Francis: Then why are you reading about it.

You: I can still educate myself on the subject.

Francis: Hmm?

You: What?

Francis: How distasteful would you find it if you knew you were standing under one?

You look up.

You: Those decorators will decorate anything, if they think they can charge more for it.

Francis: Since it's almost Christmas and it is tradition....

You: Francis, no

He puppy dog eyes you.

You: Francis, you and Mary are....

Francis: Are not married yet. I'm asking as...

You: As a future King?

Francis: As a man, a man who's very fond of you. Would you do me the honor?

You look at him, thinking. You never could resist his puppy dog eyes.

You: Alright, but only because it's tradition.

He walks closer to you, puts his hands on your face, pulls you towards him and gently puts his lips to yours.

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Setting: It's the morning after your "wedding" night. The sun is beaming into the room, there's peace in the moment as you wake up in each others arms.

Prelude: You and Francis secretly snuck away from the castle and eloped at a catholic church nearby.  Francis went on a hunting trip with Bash a few days before, while you "went into town" yesterday. You met up with each other at a midway point which just happened to be less than half a mile to the church as Francis and Bash were headed back to the castle. Bash continued on while you and Francis carried with your plan to get married. You were married in no less than five minutes. You both signed your marriage contract, said your vows,  were declared married, and were back at the castle before sun down. You both entered the castle from different entry ways, so no one would suspect anything.

You open your eyes and take a deep breath before rolling over to see Francis smiling as he stares at you.

You: Francis.

Francis: Good Morning Wife.

You: Good Morning.

He smiles and then kisses you.

Francis: I was thinking, maybe we don't have to tell anybody about this right away.

He starts kissing your neck.

You: Francis? We have to.

Francis: Not yet, we don't have to tell them yet.

You: And when would be tell them exactly?

Francis: When the time is right.

Kisses you*

You: And when would that be?

Francis: Soon. I want to enjoy this a little longer before we have to bring the rest of the world into it.

You: Hmm, yes it would be nice to enjoy this a little longer.

He kisses you.