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    Author: * Sabrina Saba - 9 Posts on this thread out of 94 Posts sitewide.
    Date: Jan 10, 2006 - 14:56

    from the man that offered to help us. There was something about him that wasn't normal.

    I am barely aware of what Raul is saying until he asked this man if he could help us get to his manor.

    "I can't. I have to be..." my mind was hazy. I still couldn't think straight. The creature had taken more of my blood then I was aware.

    I fell back to the ground in extreme exhaustion. I knew that with me as a burden, they would never get there before Raul collapsed from his injury.

    "I..." I shake my head to try and clear it.

    I began to think. Raul has more strength then me. He knows what I am, maybe he won't hunt me down to. But, I didn't tell him the truth either, maybe... I can't think this way. I have to find my way...um, why can't I think straight?...to shelter before the sun comes up. I have to rest.

    I shake myself again trying to clear my head. I could still hear voices in the background, faint as ever but I couldn't understand. Next thing I knew I was being led somewhere. But I had no idea where, and at this point, I didn't care. I just needed to rest. Oh, how I needed to rest.

    I look over at Raul and notice that he isn't doing to well himself. I push whoever was helping me away and try to walk on my own strength. I wouldn't have anyone waiting on me when I wasn't bleeding. Then I look down and realize that I was bleeding from my neck where that thing bit me.

    "I'm bleeding still." I slurred like I was drunk.

    I saw someone that I recognized. I tried to call out. "Cidwn!" But all that came out was a squeak, much like a mouse. I would have laughed under normal curcumstances, but given my present condition, I don't think that would be good. Everyone would think that I had gone into hysterics. I didn't need them babying me like a helpless child.

    Hold on, I'm thinking clearer. Is that right? Or am I just dreaming. The next thing that I knew was falling to the ground in weakness and knowing that I wouldn't wake for awhile.

    My last thought before I past out from weakness was, "I hope they get me out of the sun before it comes up." and I felt hands lifting me up, though I don't know who's.


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