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If one is wandering down the hallways this evening, they may come upon a strange sight.
There, strewn on the ground in a fine, red velvet gown, Melisande is sprawled in an uncharacteristically undignified pose, her lips slightly parted and her face pale with death. But One hand is thrown wide. But the truly horrifying thing about her new corpse is not really the lack of blood or the two puncture marks on her neck, the mark of fangs, but rather the fact that her beautiful, bewitching blue eyes are gone. Completely gone.
How unfortunate. We can't say that we're surprised, though.
There, strewn on the ground in a fine, red velvet gown, Melisande is sprawled in an uncharacteristically undignified pose, her lips slightly parted and her face pale with death. But One hand is thrown wide. But the truly horrifying thing about her new corpse is not really the lack of blood or the two puncture marks on her neck, the mark of fangs, but rather the fact that her beautiful, bewitching blue eyes are gone. Completely gone.
How unfortunate. We can't say that we're surprised, though.