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    Default [M] IC - Dark Pigeon - Natora. - Daylight.

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    [Natora's first Post]

    Blinking lights, warm bodies, loud music that would turn any normal person deaf, a DJ that knows what they're doing. What more could a group of friends who had recently finished their exams for the year want? Genevieve was out for the first time in a long time with three of her girl friends from school. Truly, what more did fourth year students really want to do at the end of it all?

    It had been Tiffany's idea that they go out and find a good place to celebrate. "Come on, girls! It will be fun! It will be just the girls and some time to let our hair down. It's not like we have to study or make sure we're ready for the next test or write a ten page paper anymore. Please?" she pleaded with her three best girl friends. They had met during one of their first year courses, all setting out for degrees in history with different motivations. From that point on, the girls had been inseparable, making sure to take all the courses they could together. Nicki and Veronica quickly agreed and it didn't take much more to convince Genevieve that it was time to get out and let loose a little bit after four months of studying wars, timelines, and motives.

    "Fine," Genevieve acquiesced after four more minutes of persuasion. "But only if we go out and visit the community hot tub tomorrow." She loved being in the warm water and could always feel relaxed after a nice rest against the jets. The other three agreed easily and that was that.

    Yes, tonight was certainly a night to let loose and forget all the useless, and useful, information they had attained in the last semester. At least that was what their third drink was telling them. Genevieve was starting to believe it too. Now they weren't drinking so much as to be useless adults who would throw up as soon as they went to the bathroom, but they were certainly allowing all their inhibitions to float away. Now, dressed in jeans and a low cut top, Genevieve didn't seem to be searching for much attention more than the want to look attractive. She wore red flats that matched he colour of her top and had on some basic jewellery with her hair twisted in a fancy ponytail but it was fairly clear that her intentions were not to grab a guy but rather to make sure that she had fun with her friends. Tiffany was the only one of their group that was wearing anything that resembled wanting attention, with her short dress with long sleeves and a scooped neck that revealed her cleavage well. But that was Tiffany's style and Genevieve still loved her friend even though they obviously had greatly different motivations.

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    The good room was one of those clubs that was populair enough to be good, but not well known enough that it was hard to get into. It was absolutely perfect for those who did not have much money to spend, or those who wanted to spend their evenings being groped by men who did not know how to keep their hands to themselves. THe good room was safe, and was very proud of this well known fact about them. Drinks were affordable without being cheep, and mixed unto perfection by the lovely bartenders that worked in the newest club in New York. Everyone seemed to have fun, the entire place was buzzing with life and the good moods of everyone in there. Those that were not dancing were chatting with friends or strangers that they had met just moments ago. The entire place felt warm and comfortable. With bouncers keeping an eye out to make sure everyone was safe and behaving

    In the meantime, a few miles away from the busy club. Leopold was sitting on his luxery couch in his appartment in Manhatten. Having a good time watching "cakeboss". He loved that kind of bullshit. Watching people bake incredible cakes and getting angry over absolutely nothing. It was his guilty-pleassure, this, and watching cooking-networks all day long if he could. He muttered angrily when the commercials came on, and pushed himself up from the couch to walk over to the Kitchen. His cats came into action as soon as he did, running around his legs in the hope they could get him to feed them some of those cookies he had for them. Or even better, some wet-food! For the latter they needed to really give it their all! Mewing, cute staring, purring, and bumping their little heads against Leopolds legs. "No, I wont fall for it this time" He warned his cats as he poured himself a glass of wine. His cats did not stop though, they just stepped up their game!

    Nobody in the club could hear what was going on just outside. A few started to scream just at the door as the doorman came tumbling into the building, his hand on his troath as he was covered in blood. As a few people wanted to run out, they were stopped and easily tossed back into the building. Four men entered the club and closed the doors behind them, locking them to make sure nobody was to get out, or get in. The doorman was gasping for air as he fel down on his knees. How could he not have stopped this? He felt someone placing his hand on his shoulder and looked up at one of his colleges who had come up running. "what . what is going on?" He asked as he watched those four pale men that stood at the door. They looked sick, like drugged out addicts. He gently removed the hand of his friend from its troath and let out a small gasp as he saw that his entire neck was nearly ripped off. It was then that the doorman fell down, and lay silently in a puddle of his own blood.

    While people tried to get away from the four men, one of them stepped forward and smiled a big old grin. "Feast my brethren. For these sheep are nothing but the food to us gods!" the man said loudly as he grapped the first person he could catch. The girl screamed as he pulled her close, his teeth already tearing at her troath, while his friend started their slaughter. Kiling without drinking, drinking blood without killing.
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    Sorry for the many mistakes, Im a little bit dyslectic. If there are to many mistakes it means my personal translator is having a live. So no worries they will be fixed.

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    The mood in the club changed somehow. That lively young energy, that filled even the air around everyone, froze. It was a strange sensation that started like a wave. More like the wave of a tsunami that fills people with fear and panic. Those that were on the dance floor felt it last. That had been where Genevieve, Tiffany, Nicki, and Veronica had been. Please Don't Stop the Music had been playing and the girls had been having great fun along with the rest of the young adults on the dance floor.

    Where they were, the dancing stopped behind them and worked towards where the DJ was standing at the front of the stage. Even though the music didn't stop there was the general understanding that something serious was happening. The girls turned in unison to the direction that everyone was looking towards when they heard the screaming start. Being so far away from the front it wasn't entirely clear what all the craziness was about. They started backing away from the front but in all the craziness it wasn't clear which the best direction to go was.

    With the DJ being on a raised platform, he had been able to get a decent part of the show. Working in a bar for such a long time also gave you incredible lip reading skills. His eyes grew wide as he realised what was happening. He may not have had had a full understanding but it was good enough. He didn't even bother stopping the song as he grabbed the microphone and fumbled with the switch. Over the awesome beats you could hear a panicked voice. "Get out! Get out everyone!" he screamed through the speakers.

    Genevieve and her friends turned from backing up towards the door to going towards the back where there was an emergency exit. Her heart was pounding through her chest it felt like. There was an odd kind of panic going on, one where half the people knew what they were running from, screams of panic and what sounded like pain were coming from the back which was only serving to create more panic in the people in the front and the middle of the crowd. People were hollering and calling for others to move out of the way as Genevieve turned and realised she had lost the girls around her.

    Her panic started setting in as she realised she didn't know which way they all went. "Nicki!" she shouted as she turned in the crowd. Even though she was trying to stay in one spot, there was no way that she could avoid moving through the rush of people that were pushing to get out of there. "Veronica!" she tried again though the music was still playing and there was no way that she could be heard over the cacophony of noise around them. As Genevieve finished the 360 that she was doing through the movement of the crowd she froze with the rest of those around them. Her eyes were wide and she found herself unable to move. Those around her were also frozen with what they faced. At the top of the stairs to the exit landed one of the deathly pale looking people that were at the front door.
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    As Genevieve looked up, she could shee the pale man grinned a bloody grin, his entire mouth and chin were covered in the blood of the many victims he had killed and maimed. His hands were on the handrail, leaving a bloody mess as they slowly went down. He had locked the only escape route before anyone else could ever reach it. Making sure that not one soul could escape "Tsk tsk tsk, running away are we" he said with a voice as sweet as silk as dashed forward and grapped the very first person he could get his hands on. The young man he held in his hands started to fight him off as best as he could. It made the pale man laugh loudly as he watched his brethren slaughtering everyone in sight. "So many deliciouse treats for us to feast upon" He said before he launched his teeth in the young mans neck, tearing through the mans flesh as if it was nothing. He drank deep and tossed the liveless body aside before he looked at the people before him. "now, who wants to be next!" he said happily as he launched forward towards the next person.

    The other tree pale men killed left and right, like foxes in a chicken coop. The only drank from a few, and killed the others as they were quickly killing off every single person they could catch. Everyone else was panicking, people fell down and were trampled by others, or pressed to death against the walls or closed doors. In the few minutes that they were inside, more than half of them had already been killed of by either the pale men, or by one and other as they were in a state of panick. Veronica was Genevieve's first friend that was killed by one of the pale men. How he laughed as he toar her throat out, letting her blood flow freely. She was dead before she even hit the ground that was slowly becoming littered with bodies, and getting slippery from the blood that was flowing from them.

    Genevieve could feel something slam around her wrist, pulling her forwards as she was still scanning the dancefloor for her friends. A cold arm wrapped around her, cold fingers trailing over her neck down to her collarbone and down to her breasts. The pale man that held her sniffed up her scent and smiled "You smell so sweet" he whispered in her ear as he sank his teeth into her neck. Drinking deep, draining her to a point that she felt weak, felt as if she was to die. But as something caught his eye, before he killed her. He tossed her limp body to the dancefloor before he jumped down to tackle an young man he had set his eyes upon.
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    The blood...his mouth almost looked diseased with all the blood that was covering it. The look made Genevieve sick to her stomach as she couldn't tear her eyes off his face. Her friends fleed from her memory as she moved slowly backwards with the crowd, their last hope of salvation gone and their hopes of survival dashed. When the evil man that was blocking their exit grabbed one of the guys by the head and tore at his throat, the screams of fear rang out as those around them finally understood what was going on.

    Genevieve rang in with the screams as she had to resist the urge to gag. She turned and tried to run with the crowd back towards the dance floor. That was when she finally spotted Veronica. She had been on the other side of the dance floor and trying to get out around the outside. That was when one of the sick men took her friend and ripped her throat out. Genevieve froze in her spot and screamed, one shaking hand covering her mouth in an ineffective attempt to stifle the sound. What was going on here? What was happening?

    As she realised that the crowd around her was starting to thin, she knew she had to move. Starting on the slippery floor, though, was difficult. She took one shakey and slippery step forward before stopping. It was too late to do anything about it but she was caught. As soon as her brain told her exactly what was about to happen she started crying in fear. She heard the cold and sinister voice in her ear before she stopped crying, the fear inside literally choking her. So this is what it would feel like to be murdered. What a horrible experience for someone to have to go through. As the teeth sunk into her neck she screamed loudly, more in surprise than fear. It didn't last as long as she had thought and as he took his mouth away from her throat, she felt tired more than anything else. A stumbled step later and her face met the cold wet floor.

    Blood was still leaking from the side of her neck though not horribly quickly. Her hands could feel the slickness of the blood on the floor from the bodies around her, her cheek resting in the warm blood against the cold tile of the dance floor. What a contradiction, cold and warm. Night and day. The lights of the bar were still flashing though the music was quieter. The lights were making circles on the wall and Genevieve couldn't help but feel incredibly dizzy. With that last thought her eyes fluttered closed.

    Outside there was a mess. Another local business had heard the screams and panic and called the cops just in case. When the first car arrived, they didn't think anything really needed be done but it wasn't long until they realised something was truly wrong. They could hear the scream and panic behind the locked doors but there was no way in at the moment. They called for back up and as they did news crews started following behind wanting to be the first at catching what the story was really about.
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    Leopold was about to get under the shower so he could get ready for the evening when the phone rang. At this ungodly hour it could only mean one thing, trouble. He let out a deep sigh as he picked up the phone Lassares damned he tought, this meant that he had to get out and trouble shoot, clean up someone elses mess. "Leo" he said as he answered the phone "Hello Leopold sir, we have a problem at the "The good room" From what I can tell, I.. emm.. You need to instruct us as to what to do" Leo knew the good room, he had read an artical about it earlier this week. How it was up and coming in downtown New York. "Ill be right there. Only let your men in, has the news caught any sign of this already?" He asked as he put on a long coat, and picked up the keys to his car. "Yes sir, but for now they keep a distance. Only my men will enter the club. But for now, it seems that nobody survived. Sir.. it, it looks like some animal has killed them all" The man on the other side of the phone said. "It is quite alright. Keep everyone at a distance, I will be there in 15 minutes. " Leopold told the man, hoping that he would remain calm.

    Animals, he had heard about this before. He needed to see what Lassy meant before he could take any further stepps. HE needed to call Kelly when he knew more, ask her as to what she had found in Las Vegas a small month ago. Same M.O, it looked like some animal had been killing everyone at a Vega's strip club. He got into the elevator that was right outside his luxery apartment and started to wistle a little tune while he played with the keys in his hands. He had seen the pictures of the Vegas Strip club, both he and Kelly knew it had been something else, something more dark than even he could imagine. He got into his Jaguar XJ and started the engine, as the car started up he made sure he had his route planner ready for the right adress and off he went.

    Everything had gone quiet in the club, or for as far as that was possible. The only sound that was playing was the music. NO more screaming, begging. No more teeth tearing through flesh. The four pale men had left the club, they had not even bothered closing a door behind them. Nobody had seen them come nor leave, the only prove that they had ever been in there was the unslaughter that had took place because of them. Genevieve was the only one in the room that was still breathing, struggling to stay alive as she was under the body of another that was tossed aside as blond pale man had tossed the corps aside. Only Lassy and a couple of his men walked into the building, the stench of blood hitting their nostrilse as they saw the many bodies piled up on top of one and other. "Its one of them isn't it? Or something else maybe" A young cop asked Lassy. "How should I know?" Lassy snapped at the man as he looked at his watch. Only a couple of minutes before Leopold would be there, only a couple of more and he would know what to do.

    Traffic was easy around this time if day, it was somewhere around 2 in the evening and hardly any cars were on the road. Leopold liked it that way, it meant he could just drive and be on time, hopefully he would be home within the hour, but even he knew that he got his hopes up. As he pulled up his car, he could see that the first news van had arived. Just one, good... that meant it would be easier to deal with. A couple of Lassy's men kept them at bay, kept them busy so that no cameras would start filming right now. Leopold parked his car close to the club and got out, only to be hit with the smell of blood as soon as he was outside of his car. "Oh fuck" He muttered as he looked down at his shoes, they would be utterly ruined by the time he got outside.

    Lassy had come outside as soon as he heard the car that Leopold was driving, always those damn luxury cars. Cars that he would never be able to pay for. Leopold was a smug looking one, but Lassy knew him to be a kind and very patient man. "Evening Leopold sir, we have found no survivers. We have only been at the front entry. We dare not venture in before you have sir. Just to be sure nothing is hiding in the dark" Lassy said as he shook Leopolds hand. "Good thinking Lassy, make sure you have the security tapes before anyone else does. Have them send to me, do not make any copies. If this is what we think it is, we will have hell on earth if anyone finds out" Lassy nodded in agreement. He had been working with Leopold for some time, and knew that the man did everything in his power to make sure that some thiings never came to be known.

    As Leopold stepped into the room he knew that this would be a difficult one to cover up. At least 200 people had lost their lives in this building tonight. "Oh fuck" He said as he stood at the door opening. "do you have those blue .. things.. for my shoes?" He asked a cop that stood right beside him. The man nodded and quickly digged around in his pocket and took out to blue plastic shoe-covers and gave them to Leopold. "I go in first. Close the door behind me" he said as he placed the covers over his shoes before he entered the building. Only when he heard the door close he ventured in further.

    Nobody had survived, that was his first gut feeling. Something had done this and he could not imagine that it was what he first had tought it to be. Throats were torn off, the bite marks were more like those of rabid dogs than any creature of the night he knew that lived in New York. He stepped over the bodies, and covered his nose with his hand as the smell of blood made him feel anxious. There was so much if it, and it was everywhere. It was when he was in the centure of the dancefloor that he heard it. First faint, then as he consentrated on the sound it became louder. A heartbeat. Someone had survived this? How in the hell was this possible? He searched for the body that was still alive as fast as he could. Only to find the weak wounded girl that lay on the floor under some poor fellow that had died. He removed the corps and gently stroke Genevieves hair back. "âme pauvre" He whispered silently as he looked at the wound in her neck. The bleeding had stopped, but she was still in dire need of help. He knew enough by now, and if this girl was to wake up she could tell him what had happened. He gently took off his coat, wrapped it around Genevieve and held her body close to his as he got on his feet. "tu viens avec moi" he whispered to her as he walked back to the front door.

    Lassy opened up as he heard Leopold call out to him. THe man was utterly surprised to see that Leopold was carrying out a body. Never had he seen the man do such a thing, the man worked with corpses... what wsa he planning with this one. "she's still breathing. She is coming with me. You know what protocol to carry out. Make sure their families neve seen the bodies. Have everything cleaned up before the next evening." Leopold said as he walked up to his car. Still holding Genevieve in his arms as he waited for Lassie to open the door for him. "I will send you a couple of names and adresses. Put the blame on them" Leopold said as he placed the body of Genevieve in one of the chairs in the car, and made sure that she was secure. Lassy nodded, this part of his work he hated. But h always took comfort in the idea that those names were of criminals and low lives anyways. Blaming them for such crimes would be difficult, but they deserved punisment none the less.

    Lassy walked back to his men to tell them wat was to happen next. IN the meantime Leopold drove of as fast as he could to bring the girl back to his house. "Google, call Watson" He said in some haste. HIs phone responded and started dialing up the number that was needed. "Watson, how can I help?" Leo looked at the girl sitting next to him "I need a blood transfusion, I do not know the bloodtype" Leo said without explaining anything. "For you sir, or someone else?" Watson asked as calm and collected as only Watson could. "Someonelse, female, she has been bitten. I need her to survive so she can tell me what happened" Leo explained as he drove as fast as he could. "Very well sir, I will start the progress right away" Watson said before hanging up the phone.

    ----- The next day -----

    Two bags of blood, that was what it took to get Genevieve to get out of trouble and have a fighting change to survive. Her wounds were treated and she was placed in a soft and comfortable bed somewhere in the appartment of Leopold. The door was locked, if the girl was to wake up and wander around she would not come far. The only thing that betrayed that someone else had been there, was a chair and a half read book that lay on a small sidetable that stood next to the chair. There was a glass of fresh juice, and some toast with butter. Which by the looks of it were for Genevieve and not for the man that had kept her company the entire night.
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    The terrible sounds were preventing Genevieve from being able to pass out entirely. Of course, perhaps that was a good thing. It meant that she wasn't dying just yet. Of course, there was the horrible feeling that there was just the delay of the inevitable. With the extra weight of a dead body on top of her breathing was becoming an issue as well. With all things considered, part of her wished that her throat had just been ripped out like Veronica. It would have been so much easier to go that way.

    Then something odd happened. She felt herself get a full air full of lungs as some foreign language interrupted the rhythmic beat of the music. Even with the fresh air and the odd feeling of being light all of a sudden, she found herself dripping in and out of conscientiousness. Floating, she decided. She felt like she was floating. Maybe this was what happened as people were raised to heaven. So it was a real place after all! At least those years in church counted for something.

    All of a sudden, the beat of the music was gone and instead a dull quiet surrounded her. Finally, peacefully, she was able to completely pass out and think of nothing else.

    -----The next day-----

    As Genevieve slowly woke up later on, she blinked slowly to see a white roof. Good. She was either in a very comfortable bed in heaven or a hospital. Her eyes closed slowly again as she decide to try and move to take inventory of herself. She moved her hands and felt the softest sheets she had ever felt underneath her. Moving her legs proved that other than possibly a few bruises she had feeling in all her body parts. With a deep, shaky breath she opened her eyes again, blinking twice and looking at the ceiling.

    With even the minor pain she was feeling she knew she couldn't be dead. If she was, she wouldn't feel anything. That meant hospital. Okay. Rolling to her side she sat up in the large, plush bed. Well, larger and plusher than her bed. Just sitting up made her woozy. Determined not to fall over again, she looked around the room and collected her thoughts. There was no way this was a hospital. There were no machines beeping, or other patrons. Even more odd for a hospital was the bed and dresser. This looked nothing like a hospital room. Where in the Hell was she?

    On the bed side table she noticed a book, bread, and juice. What was this? Some sick joke of one of the bastards from last night. Her hand flew up to the side of her neck where the monster had bitten in to her and that was when she noticed that there was a bandage covering it. What was going on? In a slight panic, she stood from the bed, shaking off the nausea that wanted to consume her. She stumbled towards the door and tried the handle. When it was locked, her heart rate picked up. Whoever had her here didn't want her leaving. She pounded on the door. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" she asked, standing back just a bit to see if anyone would come.
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    The soft sound of shoes hitting the floor, then someone stopped, mumbling in French before the door gently opened from the other side. "Easy now, easy. You should not be out of bed. You are quite safe here un Petit." A man poked his head into past the door and gently helped her back into the bed, gently.. but with enough force that if she did not want to go.. she was still going. A tall legged, slender build cat walked into the room as well and sat down by the door. Watching his servant-master-human handling the new one. "I need you to lay down. I will explain everything you wish to know. I promise you that much beauté" The man had a low but friendly voice, the kind of voice that could calm down any kind of wild animal. As she was back in the bed she could see that he was wearing an apron. He had properly been cooking.

    Leopold took his apron off and walked up to the door "Mister, I need you to go back into the apartment. I do not think our guest wishes for feline company just yet" He told the cat gently. The large animal puffed and threw his tail up in the air as it walked out of the room with such sass that even Leopold was slightly impressed with it. As the cat was out he closed the door behind him and let out a small puf of air. "I am very sorry. I had thought you to be out for a couple of more hours. I would not have that door locked as it was.. nor nobody to explain to you where you are.. or why" He said gently to her as he sat down on the chair that stood by the bed. "My name is Alexander Leopold Monreau. And I found you yesterday at the club that you have visited. You are the soul surviver, and because of that you are of much importance to me. Because I do not know what has happened, or who has done this to you. I have brouht you to my house were nobody in the world can hurt you" He smiled and handed her over some of the fresh orange juice. "This will help yuou to feel better. The natural sugars will give you a boost, while the vitamines are much needed after you have been so very close to death. I imagine that you have many questions. But first... I need you to tell me, who are you.. and what happened?"
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    When the door opened, Genevieve took two steps back. Who was this? She had never seen this man before and now here he was kidnapping her into his house when she should have been in a hospital. When he took her to lead her back to bed she seemed tense and not like she truly wanted to cooperate with all this. Who was he to tell her what she should be doing? Even if he was a doctor there was no way that taking a patient home to treat them was ethical.

    Regardless she ended up back in the bed and in a half laying down position, propped up by all the pillows. She watched him carefully and was grateful to see that he kicked the cat out of the room. What use did cats have anyways? Her eyes never left the man as he wandered around the room seeming quite comfortable with the situation at hand. When he sat down and started explaining to her what had happened she only made it to the point where he said You are the sole survivor before she stopped listening.

    It wasn't that she was being rude. It was much worse than that. If she was the only survivor that meant that Veronica wasn't the only one that had been caught by those...whatever they were. Very sick humans as far as she was concerned. Now he had confirmed that Nicki and Tiffany had been caught too. Dead. All of them. And her still alive? Why? "I was the only one?" she whispered just as he had offered her the orange juice.

    The torture and pain were plain on her face as she looked up to him to see the juice he was offering. She took it from him but only managed a small sip before setting it down in her lap and staring at the bed spread. He wanted to know what happened? So he must be a cop or a detective. This had to be unethical, keeping her at his house. Regardless, he wanted her statement. "My name is Genevieve Thomas. I...I'm 23 and my birthday is July 1. We...my friends and I. We wanted to go out after writing our last exam," she started slowly, pausing a lot and taking her time. She gulped a moment and then continued. "We were just out to have a good time," she said before tears overwhelmed her and her tone was obviously very distraught still.

    She took a moment to collect herself, putting the orange juice back on the table. After a final deep breath that was much less shaky she continued again. "I didn't see them enter the building. We were on the dance floor having a good time. But everyone closer to the door stopped. I thought it might have just been a bar fight that needed to be broken up. We didn't realise we were in trouble until the DJ shouted for everyone to run. But...they were too fast. One second they were at the front door herding people in and then the next one was on the other side at the emergency exit blocking the way. That was when I saw the one. They were... so pale. And thin. They looked like they should be in a hospital but they were so strong and angry...They had blood everywhere." A flashback hit her and she had the terrible thought of Veronica having her throat ripped out. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I saw...I saw them tearing people's throats out. One caught me and..." she started, her hand moving to the bandage on her neck. "He bit me. They... they wanted blood," she said slowly before she finally looked back up to him.

    "What disease did they have that they would do something like that?" she asked him, rather upset with what had happened obviously.
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    Leopold nodded silently, showing her remorse as she asked if she was the only one that had survived. It was a miracle really, she should not have survived and those who had done this to her.. to everyone. They would be looking for her if they found out. He knew that only those he trusted knew that she had survived, that nobody would talk about it. She would be safe for now, safe in his house were even the American army itself could not come into without having to put up a prety darn good fight."You are safe here Genevieve. No need to worry. Take it easy" He said gently, his voice suiting and calm as he talked to her.

    He listened, silently making notes on a small notepad, scribbling down everything he thougth that was of some importance. Pale men, violence, thin, looked sickly. He frowned as he wrote everything down and looked up at Genevieve as he noticed that she was not doing so well, this as hard on her. Well of course it was, and he knew that he should not push to hard as she might break. But he needed to know more. "They... wanted blood. How do you mean this Genevieve. THey wanted to drink it?" He asked her gently and calm, doing his best not to poke to hard. He held out his hand to take the fresh juice from her. Only so that she would not accidently spill it "Not a disease Petit, but something entirely else. Though I am not sure myself as to what it is. Pale, tin, sick looking. But wishing for blood, anger, the violance it was done with. So very odd" He fel silent and seemed to be thinking as he wrote down some words.

    As he was done writing he looked up at her again and showed her a lovely friendly smile. "Is there anything you wish to ask Genevieve. I can imagine that this, everything.. being here. THat it strikes you as odd. I promise you my intentions are only but good. No harm will come to you, you are perfectly safe." He told her gently
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    When she was done with her story, Genevieve was relieved. It felt wonderful knowing that she would hopefully never have to tell it again. When he asked what she meant by the fact that they wanted blood, she merely nodded blankly in answer to his question. Thought...what could he possibly mean when he said they weren't diseased? What were they if not diseased for what they had done to the entire set of people that were in that bar? It was disturbing and horrifying. No healthy person would ever do that.

    When he let her know that now was the time to ask questions she turned her head towards him in her half seated position. She was still incredibly apprehensive. The first question that popped into her head was, "Who are you? If your intentions are good, why did you bring me here instead of a hospital?" If she needed more care physically or emotionally a hospital would be the best equipped place to do that for her. As it was it seemed that he had gotten her sleep and high up in the sky judging from the view of the window. Her emotions were running wild and she had to work very hard at the moment to not think about what had happened to her friends if she was the only survivor of the event.
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