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Post by Adele Holst on Dec 5, 2007 5:17:51 GMT -5
Adele did not look at the Slayer; she’d lowered her eyes when he mentioned killing Vampires, and kept them focused on a bent, uprooted nail in the floor throughout the rest of his words. That was a Hell of a lot of information this Human had just given her in the span of a couple minutes; and she’d only been asking for his name. And, wait a minute… Alena was in prison? She leaned forward and thumped her head lightly against the leg of the bunk bed, which, for the moment of impact, took away the slight throbbing in her forehead. Adele really had to start paying attention to the news, she hadn’t even heard of any incident at the American White House. What had happened? This man obviously knew. Her fists clenched without thinking about it, and Adele looked over at the military man, frustration in her eyes, “What happened to Mistress Alena? Why…?” She didn’t know what she wanted to ask, or how to say it, but she wanted it all answered.
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