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Date Posted: 16:19:29 06/08/01 Fri
Charles..she worried over his impending visit like a dog with a bone. On one hand, she was hesitant to step in and override Nessa on anything..but on the other, every instinct she had told her this was apt to be dangerous..to Nessa and her unborn child. ..She was almost glad when Saji told Burgoo, that Nessa was in trouble. The girls devotion to him was unquestionable. She was relieved when Burgoo agreed to let Nessa handle it in her own way..but Charles, was never going to reign at the House Du'Mont, not while there was breath or life in Cricket and Burgoo.
She wished for perhaps the millionth time, that Ciro was here for this. It made her smile to think how he would have handled this Charles. ..the whole thing was right up his alley. As always, thoughts of Ciro weighed heavily on her shoulders, and put her in a bit of a foul mood.
The mood was still with her the following early morning, when before daylight, she opened the Travelers Roost.
A private venture of hers, she had just opened its doors a few days past..it was outside of RhyDin, it was for the most part quiet, and secluded..and more importantly, it was hers. She decided as she took ownership, that she would make it an honest place of business, for travelers such as she had been, to feel at home for at least a night. Little did she know, that it would turn her life upside down.
Irony, had always been an intricate part of her life, and it continually smacked her in the face when she least expected it. As was the case, when the Kindred, Sho, walked in her door. He had a striking resemblance to Shinjo, in the way he moved, and his asian eyes. She was instantly drawn to him..as she was wont to do..against better judgement, she flirted with death once more.
Death was not to come to her though..not this time..but to an innocent child..and the blood of it would stain her hands forever.
Some things, were simply too brutal for a precariously balanced mind to accept..and this..this horrendous, pointless act..was too much for Cricket. Much too much..and it was pushed to the furthest back reaches of her mind..ignored, boxed, and bricked up..she blocked the entire thing out, forgot it, ignored it. ..and she went on, as she always did, would always do.
Addiction would be her thorn, and her rose, as it would be to Sho.. and both..would be crimson.
A deep shadowed and bloody secret..never to be spoken, never to be seen..a lethal ghost that whispered secretly in the dark..and left long scars upon the soul.
Cricket of the rogues
"So prospers still, the diplomatic art, and Satan bows, with hand upon his heart"
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