desperate times call for desperate measures

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Sephira ran in from the downpour of rain that had come on so suddenly. Her thin dress was soaked through and showing off more than was comfertable. she was farely sure nobody would disturb her in the windmill. but the rain was not the reason she had ran, oh no. For she had sensed the most terrible prescence...that of the young duke jason biggs, her husband-to-be. She cursed as she sat down in a corner, watching the wooden beams that had been stationary for so long. She brooded on how much she despised her fiancee and wished she could kill him, rip him, bite him, drain him... *No! im even starting to lust like the vampires! gah! i must not wish the curse of vampiric personelle upon myself! never ever! but... no! never!* she thought. Sephira shivered as the night cold settled into her damp body and drew her cloak close around her.

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jason walked into the windmill and all was dark, despite the growing morning light outside. he could not see very well and examined the old beams holding the place together. "hm, i don't fancy my luck in here, i won't say long" he heard something move in a corner but assumed it was a rat. he glanced about and ventured into the corner of the room, where he had seen the movement. he heard the rustle of a dress. He knew that sound so well. He reached out and wrenched the young girl up by her arm. "hello...darling" he laughed

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sephira screamed loudly as jason pulled her up, straining her lungs and only hoping someone might hear. *please...please someone come and help* she begged mentally. "let go of me you jerk!" she yelled ttrying to pull her arm away from him but to no avail, he was just too strong.

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Jason punched sephira in the face violently. "stop screaming, wench! I'll rip your throat out should any more noise escape!" he twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her up against a wall. "why did you run away? WHY?!" he demanded of her, crushing her against the wall and drawing a sword wioth his free hand.

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Sephira atheltically kicked jason in a painfull area, making him lose grip on his sword which she pushed back, cutting her throat at the same time, she brought a hand up to stop the bleeding as she fled, as jason grabbed her dress tearing a small bit off the rim. Out side she allmost fell, twisting her ankle and losing both of her shoes. Where now? WHo could she go to? perhaps...would he accept her? this time she was sure. she needed this. She left to the mansion she had been at just a week before, the mansion of villius valya.[/i]

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