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She is screaming. Short bursts of pain and gasps of misery. Curls of gold are being tossed wildly as she writhes and promptly it all stops. The sunlight isn't there any longer.
It's over. She gasps some, catching her breath and is close to tears.
She feels the blood welling up behind her eyelids. She doesn't cry though and she draws back standing from the chair that has accompanied her to this place and looks about.
Her surroundings are unfamiliar and she doesn't like that...
"...Hello?" She ventures some, hiding her fright and confusion as best as she can.
Typist: Claudia, from Lestat, taken just after her death. She's a bit confused. Oh, and be on your guard. She's a wicked little thing
It's over. She gasps some, catching her breath and is close to tears.
She feels the blood welling up behind her eyelids. She doesn't cry though and she draws back standing from the chair that has accompanied her to this place and looks about.
Her surroundings are unfamiliar and she doesn't like that...
"...Hello?" She ventures some, hiding her fright and confusion as best as she can.
Typist: Claudia, from Lestat, taken just after her death. She's a bit confused. Oh, and be on your guard. She's a wicked little thing