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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 13, 2008 18:13:49 GMT -5
*Duchess María Sheila de Lefévre had been in shopping in Paris. She needed a lot of things for her castle. She had just paid for the goods and sent the goods to the castle when she noticed a black sky on it's way against her.
Being haunted since her childhood, María quickly understood that this was the demon looking for her. She started running, and kept running until she was in a part of town where she had never been before.
Here the houses were run down, and she noticed a two-store building with a flower painted on the door. Her fashionable dress did definitely not fit in this neighborhood. Two scary men started walking against her. There was something in their eyes that frightened her.
Without thinking she ran inside of the house with the flower on the door, and closed the door behind her. Once inside, she slumped against the door, trembling, and with her face hidden in her hands.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 0:04:12 GMT -5
John heard the front door slam and ran in to the hall way from the dining room and noticed a woman slumped against the door, a woman who did not befit the type of person who would be found in a shelter.
"Mademoiselle?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 0:08:25 GMT -5
*María startled by the sound of the voice, and practically flew up in a standing position. Her face was white, and her beautiful golden eyes filled with panic. She looked like a girl that had been living in a nightmare for years. And in one way, she had....*
"Oh, p-please forgive me, monsieur! I-I d-didn't mean to intrude..."
*Even her voice was trembling.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 0:09:57 GMT -5
"No, no it is all right, come, come" he ushered her toward the couch near the door and set her down.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 0:14:57 GMT -5
*María sat down on the coach, still trembling all over her body. She was a beautiful, young woman. Only 18 years of age, but already so tormented that even the smallest sound made her startle. She looked around, nervously, wide-eyed in fear.*
"Y-you are very kind, Monsieur...."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 0:18:34 GMT -5
"I can't imagine what a woman of your stature would be doing out in the storm all alone" he walked over to the little kitchen and poured her a glass of tea.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 0:24:10 GMT -5
*María smiled, grateful for the tea. She thanked him warmly.*
"My name is Duchess María Sheila de Lefévre. I live on Chateau Noir right outside Paris. I was in the town to buy some products for my castle when the storm surprised me."
*She didn't want to burden him by telling about the demon chasing after her, or the spirits tormenting her every night.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 0:25:57 GMT -5
"Ah yes" he smiled and set the tea before her "I have heard of you, may I say it's a honor" he sat down and stared at her "you are troubled mylady, is there anything I can do for you?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 0:33:43 GMT -5
*María took the glass of tea and sipped some tea, carefully. The small hands holding the glass were trembling. She smiled to him, in spite of the fear.*
"It is an honor to meet you as well, Monsíeur. I apologize for bursting into your home like I did. I lost my way when I was running to the streets, and then I was frightened by some threatening men."
*She sat the glass of tea back on the table, more serious now.*
"It is true that I am troubled, Monsieur, but I doubt anyone can help me with my problems."
Except maybe an exorcist....
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 0:36:25 GMT -5
"You are not intruding milady, this is a shelter for those less fortunate than ourselves" he looked at her with soft eyes "all problems can be helped."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 0:52:18 GMT -5
*María smiled warmly back at him.*
"I thank you for your kindness, Monsieur. If I in return can help you out financially, I would be honored to do so. I inherited my family's fortune, more money than I will ever manage to use in my lifetime. I would be glad to see them used for something good."
*She met his eyes.*
"To be honest, Monsieur: I have been haunted by ghosts from my earliest childhood. And... unfortunately.... also by an evil spirit, who is trying to possess me."
*The thought of Astaroth made her tremble again.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 0:53:56 GMT -5
John stared at her for a moment, trying to decipher weather the Duchess was crazy or telling the truth.
He decided to test it out "Mademoiselle, would you find it strange if I ask for your hand?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 0:59:47 GMT -5
*Duchess María looked anxiously at him for a moment. She was only 18, and still a virgin. Untouched by men, and honestly a bit afraid of them, since all her ghostly tormentors had been men. But she couldn't see anything but goodness in John's eyes, and he had been friendly since she arrived. She decided to trust him.*
"I suppose not, you have been very kind to me, Monsieur."
*She offered him a tiny and pale hand.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 14, 2008 1:02:43 GMT -5
John took the woman's hand, it seemed the woman had not been lying.
He had seen many things in the past couple months and a woman who was being tormented by ghosts topped the cake.
"You do not lie milady, have you spoken to a priest?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 14, 2008 9:22:03 GMT -5
*María looked at him, trembling from head to toe, as if she anytime expected someone to attack her. Her face was pale, and her dress was laced so tight that she could hardly breathe, the fashionable way that so many girls of the aristocracy followed. This often caused the girls to faint or hyperventilate. And Maria looked like she could faint any moment.*
"No, good Monsieur, I haven't. I am afraid they will think me mad. I don't know any priest sympathetic enough to speak to, after Father Joseph suddenly left the church. I am a devoted Catholic."
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