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[Vivian Bell had once been a lovely woman.
Even death had not quite taken away that, and Polyxena felt more than a little petrified by that beauty in combination with her undead-ish state. It was hard to wrap her head around what was going on, because she was sure she had simply turned a corner (trying to get back to her safe place) when this woman obstructed her path. And then she began to screech at the Trojan princess. For someone like Polyxena, who was no stranger to being yelled at, it still took her aback- because this woman's lung capacity must have been ten times worse when alive.
One step, then another, and Polyxena began walking away but despite that the woman didn't stop screaming.
Nothing like a screeching 20s model on your heels to make you pick up the pace (and nothing like feeling that icy hand yank a few strands of your hair to make you double said pace).
The screaming faded, but that was not a good sign.
The first man (Charlie) yanked her arm hard, he was trying to protect her (in some vague way, Polyxena had become a part of play, it wasn't really her they wanted, but she substituted the main actress well enough). The second man (Scott) yelled obscenities while the third man (John) grabbed her other wrist pulling her in the opposite direction. By all rights she should've panicked, but Poyxena felt so calm. She had always been such a passive creature when faced with death.
And let's face it, having your throat slit was much worse than being pushed down a little too hard and cracking your skull. At least, that was Polyxena's last coherent thought before everything went black. ]
Even death had not quite taken away that, and Polyxena felt more than a little petrified by that beauty in combination with her undead-ish state. It was hard to wrap her head around what was going on, because she was sure she had simply turned a corner (trying to get back to her safe place) when this woman obstructed her path. And then she began to screech at the Trojan princess. For someone like Polyxena, who was no stranger to being yelled at, it still took her aback- because this woman's lung capacity must have been ten times worse when alive.
One step, then another, and Polyxena began walking away but despite that the woman didn't stop screaming.
Nothing like a screeching 20s model on your heels to make you pick up the pace (and nothing like feeling that icy hand yank a few strands of your hair to make you double said pace).
The screaming faded, but that was not a good sign.
The first man (Charlie) yanked her arm hard, he was trying to protect her (in some vague way, Polyxena had become a part of play, it wasn't really her they wanted, but she substituted the main actress well enough). The second man (Scott) yelled obscenities while the third man (John) grabbed her other wrist pulling her in the opposite direction. By all rights she should've panicked, but Poyxena felt so calm. She had always been such a passive creature when faced with death.
And let's face it, having your throat slit was much worse than being pushed down a little too hard and cracking your skull. At least, that was Polyxena's last coherent thought before everything went black. ]