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Post by Spike on Aug 25, 2007 3:54:42 GMT -5
*Spike's mind cleared a bit when he realized how close Buffy was to freaking out. Man, he hated it when he had to be the voice of reason. It always bit him in the ass later. Sighing heavily, he looked to the door of the storage room. Taking over holding the shirt to the woman's chest, he tried to look like he had a plan. Which he really was working on.*
"Then we'll make sure that she stays alive, al'right?"
*He shoved the door open with his shoulder, urging both women in.*
"There's got to be a hospital or a doctor or something, right? We'll just get her there and then we can sort this plan that we've been sent on. Figure out what exactly is going on..."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 25, 2007 10:26:51 GMT -5
*Buffy's face screwed up in an effort not to totally wig out.*
"There's a nurses office or something at the opera house. They seem weirdly overstaffed, so someone should be there."
*She poked at the unresponsive woman between them.*
"But we have to hurry, I think."
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Post by Spike on Aug 25, 2007 11:21:12 GMT -5
*Spike sighed heavily.*
“Fine. To the Opera then. Fast. Got it.”
*He pulled the woman’s weight onto him completely, keeping the pressure on her chest. He gestured with his head to the trapdoor.*
“You just lead the way and keep the path clear. We’ll get this done.”
*In truth it was faster this way as they didn’t have to synchronize there steps. He followed her as they made their way through the tunnels quickly.*
((To the Infirmary?))
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 25, 2007 11:42:52 GMT -5
*Buffy nodded, glad Spike was there to take the brunt of the situation. Because she was guilty. So guilty. And she wasn't used to that feeling.*
((Yup))
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Post by Dracula on Sept 9, 2007 7:23:02 GMT -5
*Dracula entered the corridor, closely followed by some servants who were stupid and wanted to get killed. Seriously, following a dude who is finding out his wife is gone and only a blood trail is left: Bad move. Especially when said dude is a vampire with anger issues. Dracula kneeled down in the middle of the corridor, where a pool of gleaming blood stained the floor. It was hers.*
"M...mm...master" *An extremely stupid servant asked as he stepped closer to Dracula.* "There was no way she could have .... or anyone else. We guarded every ..."
*Before the servant could finish his sentence Dracula jumped up and threw the servant against the stone wall. His neck broke with a loud crack. Almost all the other servants gasped and fled from the corridor as Dracula sank his teeth into the greasy neck of the dead servant. When Dracula's rage was somewhat subdued and the dead servant almost emptied he throw away the body and looked up at the only servant who had stayed.*
"Find out everything you can!"
*Dracula growled, blood still staining his lips. The servant left and Dracula led out a pained roar which filled the castle and made all who heard it fear for their lives.*
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Post by Death on Nov 25, 2007 10:20:31 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Death manifested in the long chamber, small babe in his arms.*
"Vladislav....answer me. I know that you are here."
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Post by Dracula on Nov 25, 2007 12:28:50 GMT -5
*Dracula appeared into the hallway and looked at Death. It was clear that he had been drinking.*
"What?"
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Post by Death on Nov 25, 2007 12:32:39 GMT -5
*Death shook his head disapprovingly.*
"How could you? You have already blasphemed, denying my right to you. And now...I don't know if I can leave her with you."
*The baby let out a small cry, reaching her arms out towards Dracula.*
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Post by Dracula on Nov 25, 2007 12:35:12 GMT -5
"Don't be such a sore loser."
*Dracula sneered, before looking at the baby with a confused expression on his face.*
"What's with the kid? And why would you want to leave it with me? I just ate, you know."
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Post by Death on Nov 25, 2007 12:37:51 GMT -5
*Death sighed in frustration.*
"You don't see it, do you? You're so self-absorbed..."
*He set his jaw in frustration.*
"She's...yours."
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Post by Elisabeta on Nov 25, 2007 12:41:17 GMT -5
*Elisabeta's voice was soft and frightened in Dracula's clouded mind.*
Vlad...I'm cold and frightened....please...hold me. I'm so afraid.
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Post by Dracula on Nov 25, 2007 12:50:24 GMT -5
*Dracula's eyes widened as he heard his wifes voice in his head. The dream he had had earlier began to make sense. Dracula edged away from Death.*
"No, that can't .... no!"
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Post by Elisabeta on Nov 25, 2007 12:52:36 GMT -5
*Elisabeta felt tears in her eyes.*
Vlad...please! You promised!
*She struggled in Death's hands.*
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Post by Death on Nov 25, 2007 12:53:29 GMT -5
*Death shifted his grip to secure her.*
"You know that it is. Take her. She's yours. You did this."
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Post by Dracula on Nov 25, 2007 13:05:48 GMT -5
*Dracula looked at the baby and slowly stepped forward. He cursed himself for having drunk so much earlier, he couldn't think straight with the mix of blood and alcohol clouding his brains.*
"What happened, how did she turn to this?"
I know I promised, I just don't understand.
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