| Subject: ::pick up the pieces:: |
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Max
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Date Posted: 13:23:54 02/17/05 Thu
In reply to:
Briallan
's message, "Zethy-Marie, of course!" on 12:29:37 02/17/05 Thu
::her feet carry her back towards the kitchen, her steps slow and deliberate. she reaches the end of the hall, nearly in the warm living room with it's merrily crackling fire, when the sound of breaking glass reaches her sensitive ears. the noise, like a thousand mirrors shattering, makes her wince. but even as her face relaxes, she turns to run back down the hall from whence she'd just come.
she goes to open the door to the bathroom, only to find it already ajar. she surveys the inside quickly, taking note of the broken bottle that lay amid the rest of the mess. a mess that now included even more blood than before. what was going on in here? she shakes her head and moves towards the hall closet, hoping to find a mop or a broom. eureka... a broom stands against the wall in the darkened space. removing it, she walks back to the bathroom and begins to clean up the wreckage.
reduced to a janitor, cleaning up the mess that others left behind. she sighs, almost inaudibly. she thought she heard a whisper from the bedroom, where a few bloodied bootprints lead, but the tone was too low even for her heightened senses. besides, it wasn't really her business. the redheaded vamp sweeps up broken bits of glass, letting her thoughts wander as the broom moves back and forth across the tiles.
fitting, really, that she would have reminded a casual observer of Midsummer's Puck, had she been seen by a one. sweeping away the what could be the end of this whimsical adventure, though Shakespeare had had comedy in mind, while this was no laughing matter::
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