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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Aug 22, 2009 2:03:24 GMT
*Turns to watch the woman try to revive Jane*
She's dead. I killed her myself.
*Starts to laugh*
Now everything is going to be alright...
*Strokes the woman's back soothingly*
Don't be sad... She died so I could live. A small price to pay.
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Post by Willow Phoenix on Aug 22, 2009 2:27:45 GMT
*Whips her wand at Jane and lays her flat. Frantic and panicked, this was the moment she should be at her best and save a life most precious to her and she couldn't even think straight*
No no no no no!
*Tears stream down her face, her hands touching and feeling for a pulse, but nothing*
You.. you... why why have you done this you monster!!
*Shakes Jane*
Wake up baby please come on!! Get off of me!
*Scream and slaps away the cold hands touching her, for a split second she had regained sanity*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Aug 22, 2009 19:45:59 GMT
Monster? I am a monster. I have had time to accept that.
*Tears pour down her face without her knowing it is happening, let alone why*
Now, look the monster in the eye, and accept your death.
*Grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, forcing her to look up at her blood-tear stained face*
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Post by Willow Phoenix on Aug 22, 2009 20:17:19 GMT
*Reaches up as shes grabbed and claws at the icy hands holding her*
Get off me!
*Growls, her face twisted in fear and grief*
You'll regret this, if not now then someday you will!
*Tears stream down her face, the fact that her young niece lay dead all but stripped her of her will to fight*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Aug 22, 2009 20:34:23 GMT
You have no idea of the meaning of regret. I have centuries to spend in regret.
*Claws at the woman's throat with the nails of her free hand*
Whereas you, my idiot mortal, have merely minutes.
*Kneels by the woman, and bends her head to her neck*
*Bites roughly into her throat, tearing the flesh with her teeth and losing most of the first draught of blood as it flows out of her*
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Post by Willow Phoenix on Aug 23, 2009 23:16:36 GMT
*Gasps a horrible, ragged gasp and reaches to grip her throat. The pain was so unbearable she couldn't even produce a scream for help*
*A weak curse came from her wand and she struggled against the vampire in her last attempts to save herself, her mind clouded by Jane and wondering if she had been in this much pain*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Aug 23, 2009 23:51:01 GMT
*Opens her mind to the woman as death creeps upon her; lets her see all her sorrow, all her rage, all her pain... she allows her to see exactly why she has been driven mad*
*Warm blood tears pour from her eyes unbidden as she struggles to keep drinking, and not to let her grief overpower her*
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Post by Lord Sanguini Fuilteach on Aug 23, 2009 23:55:06 GMT
**Reaches the familiar grounds around Jane's cottage far too late to save her. Ophelia had apparated having told him of her plans, while Sanguini was forced to fly in bat form to Jane's home. While he didn't care one jot about the mortal he had dallied with, he cared deeply about his daughter, and did not want her to make another mistake**
**Lands on the grass, transforming instantly back into his vampire form, and rushes towards the house, realising that he is far too late. He sees broken glass, hears one slowing heartbeat and one increasingly powerful one**
Ophelia!
**Hurries inside, and finds her on the floor, clutching the body of a dying woman, and Jane's corpse just beyond them**
Oh, a leanbh na bpáirte*... What have you done?
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Post by Willow Phoenix on Aug 24, 2009 0:00:37 GMT
*Drifts rapidly into death. No more in control of herself than a new born child then with a few very faint beats she was dead and limp*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Aug 24, 2009 0:04:45 GMT
*Lets go of Willow, crying openly*
Daddy... Daddy, please, help me...
*Puts her head in her hands*
I only wanted to kill Jane... and now I've killed someone else. You were right, you were right all along... I can't live without killing people.
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Post by Lord Sanguini Fuilteach on Aug 24, 2009 0:12:41 GMT
**Puts his hands gently on Ophelia's shoulders and pulls her away from the dead woman. While death never affected him personally, it wounded him deeply to see his daughter so distressed**
A stór, come with me. I can help you, I swear it. We can move away from here. I will take you to our ancestral home in Italy, and you can spend some time amongst true vampires. Death is nothing to be ashamed of. You know this, darling one...
**Scoops her into his arms, realising that she is too far gone to really listen and understand what he is saying, and walks out of the house with her. Ireland, Britain and all the memories from those countries were clearly too much for Ophelia. Well, he would see to it that his children would not suffer any more. His family still lived in Italy, and they could live with them while Ophelia recovered**
Yes, a stór... we will get you well again. Have no fear of that.
**His eyes brimming with tears, he leaves Hogsmeade village with his daughter, never to return again, and uncaring of the carnage left behind**
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