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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:25 pm
My poor poor Lorraine.
I cannot stand to see her cry.
She had come to my home in tears just after dusk and rushed into my home as I had come down the stairs to see what was going on. She had thrown herself into my arms and weeped into my chest as if the world was coming to an end. The sobs that racked her body were so strong they shook my own. Her hair was a mess and her dress was worse for wear, dirt and grim covered the skirts causing me to jump to several irrational, but highly probably, conclusions.
That is when she told me in the most heartbroken and tearful voice, "My father. He is dead." I wanted to weep with her but could not, I could only console here as I supported her in my arms.
My poor and beautiful Lorraine.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:48 am
Who is she?
What happened? surprised
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DesertRoseFallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:28 am
Her name is Lorraine and she is... hm... how should I say this? She is very special to me. We are lovers but we are also dear friends. Her father, whom was a very kind and gentle man, was killed in a freak accident. He went to restrain a horse when it reared and began to pull him down the street. His old body could not take the damage and he died in front of Lorraine. She now tells me that day is the worse day of her life.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:13 am
Oh dear.
That must have been terrible for her.
So how long have you been together?
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DesertRoseFallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 11:13 am
Since 1888, so that would be one-hundred and twenty-one years we have been together.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 10:41 pm
Today Lorraine came to my home.
It was the middle of the day when her carriage arrived outside my Villa and I was sleeping. She had come to see me, and when Williams opened the door she forced her way in.
The noise; her screaming at Williams for trying to stop her, and Williams bellowing for her to stop woke me so by the time she had gotten to my chambers I was already standing and making my way to the door.
I was not happy to see her and I demanded she tell me why she was in my home, why she had come to find me. This time I did not see a broken women standing in front of me, I saw a woman of strength who wanted nothing more than to accomplish what she had come for. What she had come for was to explain what happened back in London all those months ago.
She told me she had been bribed to see if I really was a vampire, but she did not believe it. She told me that Lord Mattel was going to find someone else if she did not spy on me and prove my guilt or innocence. When she told me that she intended to tell Lord Mattel that I was human to clear my name; even after she had learned I was a vampire, I was shocked.
She had claimed so before, but she had been weeping and naked, freshly pulled from my bed and jerked around like some rag doll, so I believed at the time she had been lying to save herself.
How wrong I was and how horrible I felt now. I could not face her after learning what she had just told me, and when I did not reply she left. Telling me that if I wanted to discuss it farther, she was staying in an Inn a few miles down the road from my Villa.
When she left, I broke everything I could lay my hands on in my room. Crystal glasses, vases, my mirror; everything that could possibly break was shattered against the walls or the floor.
I hate myself for not believing her then.
Though, I hate myself for believing her now.
Not because I do not believe her, because now I do, but because not only am I leaving myself open for more betrayal. I was asking for it.
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DesertRoseFallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:43 am
So,I'm guessing she is a vampire too?
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 10:16 am
Even the devil may cry when he looks around
hell and realized that he's there alone.
-Acheron
Yes, now she is. I turned her after I took care of Mattel and we decided that neither of us wanted to part again.
Cowards aren't the only ones who die a thousand
deaths. Sometimes heroes do too.
-Sin
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