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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 8:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:35 pm
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Denton turned to face him, "I don't care what happens to me, if I did why would I be in a house waiting for the chance to kill me." he spat. Denton would accept death. He didn't care anymore, he felt his heart blackening. He walked past Delarios and back down the stairs, he walked into a bathroom and closed the door. He took his jacket off and started the shower, he looked at his chest in the mirro and sighed, black lines ran through his body like a cancer. "Damn" he spoke prodding at his odd wound, it hurt to touch. He sat down and took of his bag, he reach in and pulled out a knife and a bag of medical tools, he cut over his wounds, blood pooring out as he bit his lip to stop from yelling in pain, as the wounds got deep enou with a pair of tweezers he pulled out the black strains, they were vine like to the touch. As he pulled them out he tossed it into the trash. He sat back in relief as he finished, although his chest was left butchered. He finished undressing and stepped into the hot water. Allowing all the grime and blood to wash from his body.
Calderon strutted into the house, looking around at all rooms. "Lord Fallen, re you here?" he yelled looking about. He walked into the living room, seeing a girl and a barely showing pregnant woman. He bows slightly to them and sits down.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:04 pm
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Calderon shrugged. "I've seen him, he is a spitting image of his Lord Fallen, he brought him once to examine the city, but I never got a chance to greet him personally." he explained, he truly didn't know his age till now. "He looks much older then he really is as well." he chuckled, he looked back down the hall, sensing sorrow. He curled his brows in curiosity. "Anyways, what has been done in the capture of the city of Nightmares may I ask?" he spoke turning to face back at Delarious.
Denton put his face in his hands, blood still coming from his chest. "I have between 6 months and 4 years to live unless I survive the treatment, but the treatment only has a 47% survival rate." he explained looking back up at pandora. "I was hoping to see our child before attending the program." he explained, covering his wound with his hand. It hurt terribly. "it's a disease only pure blood vampires contract, that's why there is no easy cure, it's still being researched and what-not." he sighed, he closed his eyes, he didn't know what to do with himself anymore
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:28 am
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Delirous nods. "As far as I know, Fallen as destroyed the police station, the night club, and the vampire hide out. Right now he's out trying to get more followers then he'll be back here." He says, shrugging slightly. "Lord Fallen merely told me to bring Denton, Pandora, and Bellatrix here and waist for him."
Pandora sighs, a small ball of darkness forming in her palm. She then draws it over to Denton's chest, pressing it on his wound. The darkness acts as sutures, stitching his bloodied chest. "Sorry if this hurts." Pandora murmurs, as the stitching completes. "And I think if you do the treatment, you'll survive. If you die, I'll personally find someone who has reanimation abilities and bring you back." She takes one of his hands in hers, a gentle smile upon her lips. "You'll be ohkay. Just gotta keep your head up and be positive."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 9:13 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 9:25 am
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