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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 2, 2007 18:59:17 GMT -5
*Crane grabbed her hand, wrenching the glass from it*
"Stop that! You're only making things worse."
*He held her and tried his best to help calm her down*
"We won't wait. We'll go to the infirmiry and have them perform the operation as soon as possible."
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Post by Sylvia on May 2, 2007 19:05:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked up to him, her face wet and eyes red. Her lips were trembling uncontrollably. There was blood on her hand and her voice was meek and timid.*
"He wanted me to remember...why would he? Why would he care if I am nothing? What does it matter if he took away everything that I was...and he couldn't even want me. Why? Why would he do that?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 2, 2007 19:07:23 GMT -5
"I don't know. But I'll make him tell me."
*Crane picked up the bleading woman in his arms*
"We'll get you healed. Don't worry."
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Post by Sylvia on May 2, 2007 19:13:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia felt strangely calm in his arms. She grew very still. She stared at him detachedly, her voice very small and innocent.*
"I...I'm sorry. I got blood on you. I...I didn't mean to. I'll clean it...I didn't mean to."
*She stared at him, but her eyes were glassy and not understanding.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 2, 2007 19:27:42 GMT -5
"It'll be alright", *he whispered.*
((Continued in the infirmiry))
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Vincent
- Ingenious Pilot -
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid air%\0\%
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Post by Vincent on May 22, 2007 9:21:09 GMT -5
*When the carriage had arrived at Hilton, Vincent helped Sylvia up to her room. When they got inside, he helped her over to a chair and let her sit down.*
"Uh...well, I guess that's it then. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
*He felt slightly uncomfortable, not knowing who she was. He wanted to ask her questions... Who is she, and how does she know Dracula? But she didn't seem to be able to answer any questions right now.*
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Post by Sylvia on May 22, 2007 15:33:39 GMT -5
*Elisabeta had fought to keep control for the entirity of the journey and was thankful for the man's silence. At least her love had faithful servants. As he helped her up into Sylvia's room, there was a sharp tug in her chest. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry and her eyes rolled back, her body falling limp for a moment.*
*Suddenly she gasped and her eyes opened wide, darting around the room. Sylvia swallowed and her lashes fluttered. Her hand quickly caught Vincent's wrist and she held tightly, looking up to him imploringly. Her lips parted to speak, but for a moment, nothing came out. Then the words began timidly, not in the Romanian tongue, but her native Italian dialect.*
"Sir...please..."
*She was suddenly flooded with the memory of what she had done, at least, what her body had been used to do. Tears began to well in her eyes, but did not fall.*
"Please...if you can...tell Irene..."
Tell her what? I was possessed, nothing personal?
"...I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt her."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 22, 2007 19:27:06 GMT -5
*Comes out to meet her*
"Sylvia- what's wrong?"
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Post by Sylvia on May 22, 2007 19:33:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia released her grip on Vincent suddenly, surprised to see Crane. She stood gracefully, if a bit shakily and smiled at the sight of him. She looked back to Vincent.*
"Thank you, sir, for seeing me back safely. I appreciate it. Please excuse me, but I should get some rest."
*She ushered Vincent out of the room hurriedly, quite determined for her privacy. As soon as the door shut behind him, she flung her arms around Crane, planting kisses against his neck. Her words were fevered, but grateful.*
"I thought I would never see you again. Something has happened...something terrible...but I think I am beginning to understand."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 22, 2007 19:34:50 GMT -5
*Worried, Crane kissed her back, then sat down on the bed, motioning for her to join*
"Tell me about it."
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Post by Sylvia on May 22, 2007 19:40:35 GMT -5
*Sylvia sat as beckoned, gripping his hand in a need to ground herself, to remind her that he was here and she was safe. She looked up to him, her tears no longer threatening to fall, her expression serious, but focused.*
"The dreams...the other woman, the one in me...she came out again. While I was awake. She..."
*She looked for the right way to put it.*
"She stole my body. She used it to hurt someone...a woman named Irene."
*She looked away for a moment, saddened by what had happened. But then she looked back with renewed intensity and lowered her voice as if someone might be listening in on a secret.*
"But something was...complicating it for her. She grew tired, lost control. Or more appropriately, I regained it. For the first time...I could feel her fear."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 22, 2007 19:43:19 GMT -5
"You say she made you hurt someone. What do you mean by that?"
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Post by Sylvia on May 22, 2007 19:49:51 GMT -5
*Sylvia tried to focus her thoughts. There was so much to tell before time dulled the memory of it. Pursing her lips, she began to try to explain.*
"He...Dracula...he wanted her. As a slave of some kind."
*She shut her eyes, trying to remember the memories that the blood had infused in Elisabeta's thoughts. She opened them and looked back to him.*
"They have some sort of history, he...covets her. She was with another."
*She blushed slightly at the similarity of their own situation, but continued.*
"She...his wife...she wanted to prove her love for him by stealing Irene and bringing her to him. She drugged her in the cemetery and brought her to his castle. But it took a lot out of her...she couldn't maintain her control."
*She looked to her lap, suddenly ashamed in the realization.*
"I do not know what happened to Irene. She was still unconscious when I was brought back here."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 22, 2007 19:52:08 GMT -5
"I believe you."
*Crane sighed and looked down*
"We are dealing with powers I hadn't even believed existed. And I can think of only one thing to do."
*He looked back up at her.*
"Perhaps we should send for the Ghostbusters the Kraken an excorcist."
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Post by Sylvia on May 22, 2007 19:59:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia stared at him blankly, trying to understand. It wasn't the response she had expected. She shook her head for a moment and looked back to him.*
"Please...I mean...what if I'm just crazy? What if it's all some complex fabrication of my mind, under too much stress from Thatcher and Mondego and everything that has happened? Could you..."
*She bit her lip and grew more resolved.*
"Could you please give me a full physical and psychological exam? I just want to be sure..."
*Her gaze drifted and then refocused on his.*
"What if it's something that can be controlled with medication? Aren't there people who deal with other personalities all the time? Even...even if it's true, perhaps such medications would keep her weak...or something."
*Sylvia was just trying to help. She was tired of being helpless. She was determined to fight back against this, whatever it was. She suddenly grew shier and lowered her lashes and voice.*
"And...there is one other thing that I was hoping you could help me with...but I am worried that the request will sound strange."
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