Rose,

I know things. Sneaky things. The kind of things that involve Euan's free weekends and that he turns twenty-one very, very soon. We should make plans for the kidnapping, yeah?

Let me know!

Mira

*~*~*~*

Mira,

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Mira didn't know which way was up, down, left or right.

All she did know is that it was happening all over again and she was terrified that the past would repeat itself. He was back, He Who Shall Not Be Named's mark floating menacingly in the sky, and her sister was out there somewhere.

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Black. Black, black, black. Eating, creeping, prowling and hunting. Hungry.

It was here.

Chaos and blackness and people down, crying, dying.

No panicking. The colors were choking her, too much. No, no, no, no.

Kiss.

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