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Genevieve Ildaw · Visitor Joined: 31 Aug 2007 Posts: 12

Drip....Drip... she watched her own sweet blood as it fell into the bowl. The fevers must be making her insane.. she was strapped into the bed as they took blood, hushing away her fears. Now, now, child I know what I am doing..

Where's Alasdair, Where's the nice lady... The healers voice was sharp. Your brothers gone! He has left you in our care even tho you are a burden I am here to free you from your....pain...

Genny shivered his tone of voice bothered her, he wasnt here to heal her...she was certain of that. A tear, some of the last precious bits of water in her slid down her cheek. Well if she was to die then she would die as an Ildaw, no fear, no cowardly behaviour. It was best to just shut her eyes and sleep, she was far to weak to complain.

A dream descended upon her and she smiled as she saw Adrian and Alasdair together again, peace settling into her heart. She could die a happy girl now knowing that all was right. Yet she could not continue her sleep, her great ascent into deaht, as her restful peace was being disturbed by a rush of air against her fevered skin. Weak and sick she opened her eyes to see once more, the healer they called Alex, standing over her. His hand was on her exposed leg.

Yet why was her leg exposed..? She was confused and he had an awful expression on his face. The indignity of it, the shame of it. True she had spent years now on the street but she had kept her innocense intact. She had strived, and many times Alasdair had taken out a ruffian in his intent to maul young Genny. She did not beleive he had abandoned her, he never would. She began to gather her strength looking angrily upon this healer as his hand spread up her leg. A very thin and meager leg but HER leg none the less. She let out a loud yell and began thrashing pretending she was insane. This set him off guard and to her relief brought over other healers.

She was safe another night, but her strength was sapped...

She sighed, let me die or please.... Let him come.... a vision of her brother rising up in her head she clung to its security falling back to sleep...

Genevieve Ildaw · Visitor Joined: 31 Aug 2007 Posts: 12

He was handsome and could have any woman he wanted. Yet he had a taste for an exact type. Well mainly young. His eyes landed on Genevieve and immediately began to hunger.

Pretty little lass, young sweet face, in a bad position. One he could help her out of ... Yes indeed exactly his type.
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Alasdairs fist smashed into the Viscounts nose. If you EVER so much as look at my sister again I will gut you like a fish. Genny shrank back on his opulent couch clutching the torn shoudler of her robe. The Viscount had been insistent but to no avail, when she had refused his offer to be his Mistress, thankfully Alasdair had followed the man here.

She was releived...
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The dream ended and her eyes fluttered open yet she was unsure, perhaps this was still a dream. Adrian stood looming over her in the shadows, his hat just as she remembered it... Perfectly perched upon his head. A cane in his hand she stared hardly able to beleive what she saw.

It was true he was real and she rested at last her fever driving her back into a restless sleep. As Adrian had a chat with her healer... Alex...
Several seconds later, the mans blood floating across the floor Adrian was heading quickly home his cape flying behind him in the wind as he carried his sister away from the hell that was the healers hut.

She would live he was certain of it...