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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 7:30:51 GMT -5
*María smiled warmly and nodded. She would have offered a room in her castle, but her castle was haunted by evil spirits and the demon Astaroth, and she didn't want the girl to fall in harm's way.*
"I know the homeless shelter well. Monsieur John is a very kind man. He does a great job for the homeless persons here in Paris. And his goodness doesn't stop there. He helps people of all standings. I am certain he was sent to Earth by God."
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Post by lemoncakeslove on Aug 23, 2008 7:38:21 GMT -5
"He's a good man." Anya said simply, nodding in agreement. "I'm just- trying to make up some sort of a life here, if that makes any sense."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 8:00:18 GMT -5
*Duchess María's golden eyes saddened as she thought about her own sort of a life. Born into wealth and an aristocratic family, the owner of the castle, and tormented by ghosts and demons from her early childhood. She sighed deeply.*
"You are lucky, Anya. I hope you will find the life you are looking for. If I can do anything to help you out, I will."
*She found a card in her pocket and placed it in Anya's hand. On the card was written: "María Sheila de Lefévre, the 7th Duchess of Chateau Noir, archduchess of Paris and contessa of Medici."*
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Post by lemoncakeslove on Aug 23, 2008 12:53:27 GMT -5
"T-Thanks." Anya said, putting the card in a safe place. "I should be getting back to work..."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 12:56:53 GMT -5
*María smiled.*
"Where do you work now?"
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Post by lemoncakeslove on Aug 23, 2008 13:05:52 GMT -5
"Opera infirmary." Anya said, being particularly fascinated with her fingernails. "I'm Dr. House's assistant."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 13:09:57 GMT -5
*María smiled.*
"I am afraid I never had the honor of meeting Dr. House. But I will remember his name if I should come in a situation where I will need a doctor."
*A shadow went over her face as she remembered her predicament: the demon Astaroth, who had possessed her since her earliest childhood. She knew he soon would come to haunt her once again. And if that happened......*
I may need a doctor sooner than I think....
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Post by lemoncakeslove on Aug 23, 2008 13:24:55 GMT -5
Anya smiled, then turned.
"Goodbye." she said, leaving the cathedral.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 13:29:07 GMT -5
*María returned to her prayers in front of the altar. She had an encreasing feeling of danger closing in on her. The church turned dark and a cold wind was blowing through the room. María was praying harder than she ever had prayed before. Her face was white, and tears were streaming down her face.*
"Please Holy Mother, don't let him find me.... not again...."
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Post by lemoncakeslove on Aug 23, 2008 13:34:17 GMT -5
((Bawww, poor Maria...))
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Astaroth
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Post by Astaroth on Aug 23, 2008 13:39:29 GMT -5
*The cold wind that filled the room became even colder as a tall dark shape appeared in the room, covered in long, dark robes. Eyes that glowed like the flames of hell sought for the trembling young girl and found her. A deep bass voice filled the room.*
"Maríííííííia......."
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Post by lemoncakeslove on Aug 23, 2008 13:41:16 GMT -5
((oohh boy. *watches*))
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 13:45:32 GMT -5
*María was still at her knees in front of the cross by the altar, her head bowed in respect for the Holy Virgin. She was clutching her rosebead and her lips were trembling. Now and then there came a sob, and her tears continued streaming down her face as she prayed the prayer she was convinced would be her last.*
"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen."
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Post by Astaroth on Aug 23, 2008 13:51:11 GMT -5
The dark shadow came closer to her, and a dark, evil laughter filled the room. The glowing eyes that sought her trembling form, were glowing more intense. The dark voice filled the room again, as an evil whisper in the wind...*
"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless.... What is the use of prayers, little girl? You know there is no God.... Nobody have ever come to your rescue before. What makes you think they will start now?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 23, 2008 13:58:02 GMT -5
*María turned to face the demon, still trembling with fear, and not daring to look into his eyes. She stepped backwards in the room untill her back was pressed against the cross. She looked around her, and the expression in her eyes were that of a wild animal trapped in a trap. She knew there was no way of escape. Not anymore.
Her timid heart was filling with pain, and her tears were still falling. She thought about Will, the young man she had only known for a short time, that already meant more to her than anyone else.*
Oh Will, I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to you! And now we will be parted forever. Thank you for everything you meant to me, in the brief time we had together.... May Astaroth never find out how much I love you.......
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