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Balour Copan · Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:28 am Post subject: Same Nightmare, New Face

I had the same nightmare over and over again when my body would finally break down and sleep. However, how could I have not remembered such an important thing? The red-headed female vampire that I had sought for so long, this Pandora was not actually the one who had committed this atrocity, she was not the one that had stolen my Malory and Shane from me.

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The spear through my right shoulder pinned me to the wall. If these walls could talk they would tell a story of a family that loved and enjoyed life. It would shed tears of joy for all the happy times that had gone on. The tears would now be of agony though. The agony and pain of loss, the loss of life and of cheer that once filled the meek little house.

The walls are not the only one who cried, though the tears that filled Balour's eyes were not tears of pain from the spear pinning him to the wall. The tears were for his wife and son, slain at the hands of that bloodsucker. We were merely a farm family. Why did this happen. Raced through my mind.

Her face was different this time. How can this be? Her eyes shined with cruel determination. This wench had stolen from me all that I had, that meant anything in this world, and all she could do was smile.

As my world faded to black, and my breath grew shallow I heard something. Something of importance that had never broken free in my subconscious. "Jezebel... Jezebel we need to go, you don't have time to finish him we got to go now!"

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Sweat poured down my forehead as I sat straight up in my bed. It was cold inside my room, but my world was very much heated. "Jezebel..." The name rolled of my tongue slowly.

Things were starting to clear up and come together, and I knew that this woman would have to be taken care of...

"Jezebel..."

Aggie Se'Leraun · Adventurer Joined: 31 Oct 2007 Posts: 29

She and her cousin were best friends, they did everything together. Today they were together cozied up talking as young girls do at the tender age of 16, and Jez was sweetly mooning over one boy or another. Aggies face was not so open in her likes and dislikes, she was alot more jaded than her cousin when it came to men, and her life had twisted and turned in ways that made love and romance seem, a waste.

Yet Jez was resilient and she had caught the eye of someone most important. The Strathmore families current heir had seen Aggie and Jez together and having a penchant for redheads was firmly taken with Jez. Jon pushed Aggie daily and went so far as to command that Jez be brought over....

Woe to Jez she had no interest in young Strathmore. Today Jon Strathmore Sr. most likely barely remembered the redheaded Ms. Jezebel Black or that which occurred long ago in his youth. Yet in Aggies mind the memory was yet one small thing that haunted her still...
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Rejection was something that the Strathmores did not accept telling the ambitious Lord Strathmore no was practically a sentence to death...if you were lucky. Aggie was bound her family long since honoring an age old tie, to serve as his whim dictated. Even in matters distasteful and painful to her own heart.

The room was quiet as her cousin slept and Aggie crept her being filled with abomination at what she would now do at her masters whim, to someone she loved dearly.... Bound tightly and drugged Jez was delivered to him and there it was that she was made to watch the kiss of death initiated upon her cousin, and there it was that Jez died and lived again. If tears could be brought forth to her eyes they would be for aggie pained at that which had occured. Both girls punished for thier impudence....

Never tell him no....

Fate has an odd way of working out as Jez approached the simple farm some years later, battered and weak from lack of food. Her companion a rather rough almost inhuman creature of the Strathmore's, insisting she kill this particular family....and she didnt even know why. Yet she was hungry and complied....
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Yet one had gotten away and now as her long torpor ended her eyes opened once more this murderess woman whose fate like so many had been twisted by the hand of Strathmore.

She new in her heart he searched for her, and she new in her heart that she was ready for peace, to finish it all once and for all. Jezebel Black had suffered to long...

Balour Copan · Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:46 pm Post subject:

The dream was brief but it felt like forever. My subconscious was hard at work freeing up old as well as new memories. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGRH!" I screamed as the long mahogany shafted spear tore into me, seperating my shoulder.

A new hint in this dream though, something that would help me find the wench I seeked. She had a small brand on her hand of a star. A star that would guide me to the one I seeked. A star that burned in my mind.

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The night air was piercing, the fire that once burned in my room was merely smoldering ash now. "A star." I mused, sitting up from my slumber. Shaking off the sleep that had crept upon me I got out of bed and donned my armor. I put Silver in his rightful home and set out.

Soon vengence would be mine, and my family would have their Justice.

Aggie Se'Leraun · Adventurer Joined: 31 Oct 2007 Posts: 29

Jon I have to tell Jez...Aggie stood resolutely her back straight, angrily staring at him. Her eyes drifted from Jon to the red headed girl upon the table. Her hand had fallen off the table and a mark of a star was upon it.

You Agatha, will tell her nothing. He said calmly.

Jon please what is this all about, my cousin is one of the few things I have in this life..Have you no compassion?

Frankly Agatha, I do not, your cousin has crossed me one to many times.You as my loyal servant will keep your mouth shut if you value your tongue. His words were direct and Agatha could cast no spells without a tongue. It was a threat she knew he was serious about. She stared at him as a smile crossed his face. Wake my darling creation up Agatha.

Yet his experiment hadnt turned out quite the way he had planned, oh well better luck next time...
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Jez sighed heavily she just didnt feel right ever since that night so many years ago, her cousins betrayal, and Strathmores punishment. It had all been so hard being alone.

He would find her soon, perhaps it was for the best...