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Jillian slowly opened her eyes. Where was she? What had happened last night? This wasn't the first time Jillian had forgotten where she was. It had happened before...but...Jillian looked up to the celing. The bed she was laying in was covered by all sides...with thin, white curtains. This wasn't her bed. Behind the curtains, she could see a shadow of a male figure, holding something in his hands. This moment, Jillian realized this boy was playing this music. She carefully pushed the curtains aside, expecting to see her brother. The figure stopped playing and turned back at her. Jillian looked at his face and started to panic. She remembered she had seen it in her dreams, or hasn't this been a dream after all? She tried to get out of the bed, but her body didn't want to. "Who...Who...are...you...?" she stuttered. "What...what do you want from me?"
The boy went over to her and Jillian pushed the curtains by the bed back. The boy pushed them aside and sat on her bed, looking at her. Suddenly, a horrible thought occured in her mind. She had to know it and turned to the figure again, still laying in the bed, helplessly crying, unable to move. "Are you a...vampire?"

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(hey, gollum13, reading your post there, there's alot of "powerplaying" which would being posting the actions of another's character. How would you know if Lady Gwen wanted Vincent to do those things? I don't mean to be rude or sound nasty or anything. But a usual rule in rpgs in no powerplaying or godmoding, which is what you're sort of doing... Again don't mean to sound rude or anything, I'm just giving friendly advise to a fellow rper. And I don't mean you need to go change that post, just try not to do so in the futer.)

Donovan watched Vincent take the unconcious were-wolf girl away. He stood silent for a moment, then noticed the sun was started to come up. He turned to Lythian with a worried look.
"Your house isn't too far from here, right? Mine is too far away to get there before sunrise."

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Vincent looked up hearing Jillian awaken. He carefully placed his cello back in the case and walked over to the bed. "My name is Vincent, what I want is for oyu to rest. You were wounded pretty badly and lost alot of blood, and yes ... I am a vampire, however I have no intention of harming you." He smiled softly his grey eyes filled with compassion. "Please, don't cry." He said gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "There are some cloths in the chest at the foot of the bed, you are welcome to them. You will probably need to eat soon, I'll fix you something." He stood and turned to leave.

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(Sorry, didn't intend doing this...I just wrote what I thought...sorry...)

Jillian slowly sat up as the boy came nearer. "Please...don't hurt me...please..." She listened to the boys words and stared at him. As he wiped her tears off her face, she backed away, hiding under the blanket. She still didn't trust the boy. He was a vampire, one of the dark creatures her brother had warned her. "Please...my brother..." she whispered as she fell down on the bed again, slipping away. She watched the vampire leaving and raised her hand to stop him "Please...I want my brother...I..." she let her hand fall back on the bed. Her eyes were still open. Suddenly, the room around her faded away. She was back in the house where she had lived before the vampires came. Pictures came to her mind, pictures from the past, when she was a child. "My brother...please...get him...no...no...don't leave, daddy...don't...he's dead? no...no...he hasn't died!!! He hasn't died!!! Mom!!! Tell me...tell me...why are you so disappointed in me...? What...have I...done..."

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(By the way, what technology are we using? Medieval, modern day, what?)

Tylian had remained when his son refused his offer to join him and went off. Silly boy, he thought. He'll have to fight one day. In the meantime, he went off to replenish some of his supplies. They had used the majority of their silver ammunition in a fairly large skirmish so it was vital that they acquire more. While vampires were just as powerful or, in Tylian's case, more than werewolves, the ability to use ranged weapons aided them greatly. As soon as he got what he needed, his guard and himself went off, hoping to reach a mountain base before the sun rose.

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I was cured all right.

Vincent turned at the door hearing Jillians crys. He quickly returned to her side. It was very aparent that she was still in shock. He filled a basin with water, and set it on the night stand within easy reach of the bed. He lifted her blanket and all from where she lay and sat cradling her against him as if she were a child. "Shh ...It's alright ... no one is going to hurt you." He murmured dabbing her face with a cool cloth dipped in the water. "Shh ... rest. " He spoke softly his touch gentle. "I will never let anyone hurt you again."

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(we are living in medivial times, so medivial technology and stuff...forgot to mention it)

Jillian opened her eyes as she felt the cold cloth on her head. Sweat ran down her face. She was still in shock and now everything from the last night welled up inside of her again. She grabbed the vampires hand and squeezed it, still believing it was her brother sitting beside her. "Lucian...please...tell mother it wasn't my fault. I couldn't beat them...they were too many...too many..." She went closer to the boy and burried her face in his clothes. "You believe me, right...Lucian?"

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"Yes ... I believe you." Vincent said, letting her believe for the moment that he was this Lucian she spoke of. He cafully tucked the blanket around her and stroaked her hair. "Just rest, everything will be alright." He continued to hold her until she was asleep again.

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Jillian smiled weakly, comforting by the words she heard. She took his hands. "Thank you, Lucian. I knew you would stay by my side. You promised me and you kept the promise. Thank you." She closed her eyes again, pressing her tightly against the boy who she believed was her brother and soon slept away. "Lucian...I want to talk to mother" she whispered in her sleep. "Can you get her...I want to tell her it was an accident. I'll be stronger now...for her...I want to tell her, Lucian." She clutched tightly on her "brother", still trembling. "Stay with me" she whispered. "I'm scared. The vampires will get me...I'm scared..." Then, she drifted back to a deep dreamless sleep.

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Vincent stood and carefully placed Jillian back on the bed once again making sure the blankets were tucked securely around her. He left the room to let her sleep. He found himself in the unused kitchen searching old recipies that he haddn't used in ages. "She's going to need to eat something to help her regain her strength." He said thinking out loud, then smileing as he came across a recipe for a light chicken broth type soup. "That should do nicely."

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Tylian sniffed the air warily. Something didn't smell right. He knew that dawn would rise within two hours or so. Just enough time to get to the mountain base. He lifted his palm to stop the convoy. They were supposed to meet with another squad of vampires down the road but they weren't there. Rapid hoofsteps signaled a human horseman or a vampire horseman. Werewolves despised riding on what they called "prey" and often walked or ran as wolves. It was a vampire, almost collapsing from his horse. Tylian quickly rode to him to assist him. He gently brought him down from his horse and after resting him against the cold ground, he brought a flask of blood to his lips. The vampire took a sip and then fell unconscious. The attacks wounds on him indicated a werewolf attack. It was doubtful that they would find any survivors. Tylian lifted the limp body and placed in the wagon with the arrows. It wasn't comfortable but at least, he was out of the sun. They continued their march, quicker this time.

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I was cured all right.

Jillian slowly woke up after a while and opened her eyes, looking around her. Where was she? She remembered Lucian being around her, holding and comforting her like he often had done when she was a child. "Lucian?" she whispered and slowly sat up. She wanted to get out of the be, but she felt too weak. "Lucian? Where are you?"

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Vincent senced the girl upstairs awaken, and he was reasonably proud of himself for having the soup finished. He carefully poured it into a bowl. He placed the dishes in the sink for one of the shadow servants to take care of, then carried the tray upstairs and stepping into the room where Jillian stil lay in the over large bed. "I hope you rested well Lady wolf." Vincent said softly as he set the tray on the foot of the bed. "Think you can take some soup?" He asked keeping his distance so as not to frighten her any more then he already had.

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Jillian stared at the vampire. After a while, she nodded. "Where...where is my brother?" she asked. "Where...?" She tried remembering the night, but this was banned from her mind. "You...you saved me, right? It was you. You brought me here. You saved me?"

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Evelynn had returned to the house an hour or so ago, and after getting changed, called for her daughter. When she recieved no reply, she shouted louder, annoyed that Jillian was disobeying her. There was still no reply. Evelynn was certain that Jillian would have come straight home as soon as the moon began to set, and worry began to grow in her mind.

Shouting her daughter's name, she walked briskly through the house, looking into Jillian's bedroom and her brother's. "Jillian!" she shouted repeatedly, losing her natural composure as she double checked the house. "Jillian!"

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Vincent carefully stepped closer and helpped Jillian sit up, carefully placing pillows behind her back for support. "I brought you here so you could regain your strength if that is what you mean." He answered moving the tray so that it rested on her lap. Once that was done he sat down. It was full daylight outside now, the time he usually slept. He closed his eyes leaning his head against the tall back of the chair, weary from staying up longer then he normally did. He listened to the sounds around him, all the noises of the day, the girl sitting on the bed. He opened his eyes watching her a geltle smile caressing his lips.

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