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Past life Outline: A delicate yawn started slowly along the woman's lips as she reclined lazilly in her chair. The endless droning of another complaint buzzed in the background as dark eyes roamed up to the features. Was he ever going to shut up? Yea, yea... she got it. She'd been told to clean up. She had. She'd shoved it out of sight. What was the big issue if it was all still in the house?

Mmmn, too boring. Her eye's strayed to the window where a bird hopped along a branch chirping loudly. Why couldn't she just go outside? Or take a nap? She wanted a nap. She hadn't gotten married to some rich man because of love. She'd wanted to be able to relax, to recline. Using her luck in the beauty department hadn't taken much effort and here stood her husband. Not much good that did.

She shifted herself to lay her chin on her hand after propping it on the table a bored expression drawn on Purisima's features. Something that obviously displeased the man who'd failed to get her a maid. He was frowning now, trying once more to explain the importance of this 'simple' task and wondering how she could act like this when they where married.

Whatever. She didn't care about him.

"Get a maid."

The words escaped her lips quickly as she lifted her head and shrugged, pushing herself up from the chair. The elegant dress swayed a moment before falling along her hips as fitting as it always had. Dark satin contrasting the golden hued skin as the woman strode away. Annoyance, that was what she caught in his voice as she sauntered off, hips swaying with each step. Certainly he was annoyed, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't do without his precious arm charm. Showing up without his perfect example of how a woman should be, what good heritage and careful breeding caused. He wouldn't dare to lose her. To lose those envious gazes he received at those social gatherings.

She knew it all too well. The prideful little snot wanted her to belong to him. Well she came with a price. He'd better get used to it.

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Dark eyes roved from the picture the sun was painting beyond her window. It was her window. Not theirs. She'd refused to sleep with him, exclaiming that she was meant only to be looked at. Not touched. He'd quietly accepted it for the time, putting off the thought of an heir. An heir indeed. He wished to put her of all people throught that pain? Not only that, but all this effort it took to bear a child. Certainly not. For all she cared he could have a mistress. She cared not for the man. He was neither beautiful, nor had a personality worthy of her. Money. She was only there for the money.

Perhaps that was why his vows of undying love made her want to laugh. Perhaps she would have, though the effort to do even that for the man seemed too much. Then again, he hadn't said anything of the like as of late. Not since the last time she'd once again exclaimed that they needed a full time maid, not just one who came daily to clean. She wanted a servant at her beck and call, she didn't like having to worry about searching for garments, or treats. Such things were not her duty. Purisima was above all of that.

Darkest brown eyes roved up to the figure that entered solemnly. That man again, roaming the house as he had. It had been what, five months since their marriage? Certainly by now he must have stopped believing that she would ever revert to the sweet creature he'd courted before. The one with a laugh that sang like a bird in spring, the one that gave a delicate blush when their hands brushed. Yes, he must realize by now. She was of a breed far higher than that, above such petty little things and not nearly as naive as to fall for a man like him. He had to realize now that she was simply a piece to look nice on his arm. Something that he rented with his money.

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A coy smile played on Purisima's lips as she toyed her newest treasure. A rather expensive necklace that shimmered every time she moved it in the light. She was to wear it tomarrow at some festival. It had to be a small one, she'd heard nothing about it at all. Then again, she hadn't been out much. Socializing was such a bother, she didn't feel the need to drag herself out to find those woman who prattled on. It was more than enought hat she actually had to dress up for the damned thing. Oh well, it wasn't too hard, the way she shined... Even this necklace would look dull.

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Ah, she must have truly trained the man finally. He'd even driven the carriage himself this evening, allowing her to drape herself luxuriously within. Mmmn, the many delights that would await her once she arrived. Her eyes shifted to the closed curtains, delicate fingers lifting slowly to push aside the drapery. Where they there yet? She eyed the darkened trees that passed by, lit by nothing. Even the moon had hidden itself on the chilly fall night. Hmph, no light at all. They must have had a ways to go. He let her hand fall back onto the armrest, her head lolling to the side as she listened to the steady beat of hooves on gravel. When would it be over?

What seemed like an eternity dralled on as she began to doze off in the back, almost missing the quiet rustling that had begun to sound off to her right. It slowly became louder and woke te woman from her doze as she lifted her head. God things where noisy, what was it now? Closer inspection proved that it was water running quickly among rocks, lone soldiers dropping from the trees bordering the edges of it into the dark depths. Swirling a moment before vanishing beneath the current she guessed. It really was dark out here.

And they where still going.

Where was this place anyway? Could some party really be all the way out here. As the clicking of hooves slowed and came to a stop as the cart drew around closer to the river between some far spaced trees. Why the hell were they stopping? Nothing was out here?

Shoes hit the ground and the sound of pebble crunching under feet was audible as the man strode over to the carriage, lifting the latch and opening the door for the beautiful woman. As usual Purisima's expression was less than pleased as she allowed herself to be helped down, instantly beginning a rant. "Excuse me, but why are we out here? What kind of festival would be help in this remote dump!?"

The smile she got as a reply wasn't what she wanted but she still followed her whipped little husband quietly. Then he tripped and almost fell claiming he'd hurt his foot. He said to continue on ahead without him a few feet and began rubbing his ankle. Fine with her, she didn't want to stay out here int he cold and freeze her a** off anymore. Why couldn't he have brought the carriage closer anyway? And how the hell was she supposed to find a festival that didn't seem to exist? Swaying slightly, she rubbed her temple with a low whine escaping her lips.

Why her? She was too tired to be out here like this at night. Her legs would hurt before she made it to the festival, she'd be sweaty! Heaven forbid something like that be allowed to happen! She was a delicate beauty, one couldn't work her!

She quickly turned to glare at her husband only to spot a flicker of light reflecting on something, then pain. Pain rushing through her body as she'd never once felt before. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as she slowly slumped toward the ground a knife protruding from her chest.

"There's a line I had to draw."

Not so whipped afterall. A cough escaped her lips a drop of blood showing on them. Obviously he'd hit a lung, that was what hurt so much. Perhaps that was why her head was beginning to swim, why her breath wouldn't come. She tried to drag up her now even more lethargic hands to drag the evil poisonous metal from her chest, only managing more gasps as the world seemed to draw even darker. Delicate... she was a delicate flower. To be seen, not touched. You couldn't... you couldn't...

Pitch black now. She'd closed her eyes. But a numb pain shot up her arms as something snagged them, then her back as she was pulled along. Louder, it was getting louder. The roar of the river was getting too loud.

Numb darkness.