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[NightShade]

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She was still groggy when she opened her bright green eyes.. The room was quiet except for the dripping noise in the corner. Rolling over with the intention of falling back to sleep she realized she was not at home. Nor was she safely snuggled in bed next to Myrddin.

Alarm started to dawn…

The dripping noise became an atrocity to her senses and scrambling up in the dark she saw a dead male, one that she didn’t know didn’t even remember…She swallowed hard, had she had one of her old feeding frenzies after so many years…

This just couldn’t be, Myr was going to kill her..she was in a strange house with a dead guy and this just wasn’t right. She had no doubt her current panic had probably already caused the lycans arm to burn their senses closely entwined.

Destroy the evidence…

Well if the man was a zombie he wouldn’t think much of that and so speaking the words softly a dark shadow coming from her fingers she resurrected a poorly constructed Zombie (she was nervous after all it wasn’t her best work).

The Zombie moaned and staggered a leg falling off, she sighed..A moment later, true to her instincts, Myrs face popped around the corner of the door. Shade whats wrong? What are you doing? Why did you rez him? She stared between Myrddin and the zombie and laughed finally remembering the incident and shook her head, she hadn’t killed the man Myr had, the death wound on his neck certainly not her style.

She beamed finally answering his question she said, drumming up a new drummer for the band?

He simply growled..

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