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[2015-06-22 23:38:41 +0000 UTC]
""Let It Snow, Let It Snow..""
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A young child, no older than the age of five wandered about the woods with a fearful expression on her tiny face. Her body completely obliterated. Gashes and dirt were on her, her light and dark blue colored dress tattered and torn. Her white locks of hair and brown streaks were a complete mess.
Whimpers came out, very faint to be exact. The child's voice was barely even close to a mere whisper. Almost to the point where she just couldn't speak whatsoever. Her icy blue orbs showed nothing. But, absolute terror.
"MOMMY, HELP ME!!" She shrieked to the skies, her voice cracking in agony
What do you do?
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Ruby happened to walk around on such a stormy night. Well it's not like she cares anyway. But something came up that lead her to a halt. A child? Where was THAT coming from? She looked around for a moment, trying to find her quickly through the woods. After a few minutes, she found her. What's a child doing out here alone? She casually walked up to the child, kneeling and calming saying,"Heya, kiddo...what're ya doin' out here? It's kinda cold fer ya to be out here..." She's trying to be as gentle as possible, even though she's not good with calming others, but at least she tries.
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Lycan jaws took the child by the back collar of her dress, and put her on it's back, it seemed as if the young princess had wondered away from the castle yet again, and the beast was to bring her back. She heard a gun reloading, and stopped, growling lowly. "Hold on...." she whispered to the young Vampire as she looked around.
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A blond who was in the stormy weather, went over to the child, shielding her from the rain. "Are you alright, dear??" she asked, CLEARLY panicked and concerned for the child's safety and health. She scooped her up, covering her with a cloak. "It'll be alright..." she held her protectively close, stroking her head.
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She was shaking like a leaf, almost shrieking when she was picked up out of the blue. Oh dear, she felt like she was about to have a heart attack from the terror she felt. "W-What are you doing?" She stuttered, still sobbing as always
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"Shhh...it's ok..." she held her close as lightning struck, and thunder roared near them. "Here...let's get you some shelter...." she ran out of the forest and into Paris again. "You at least need to get dried off" Luckily, there was hardly any carriages on the street, so things went smooth.
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She whimpered at the storm. This weather scared her sometimes. Right now, she wants to be inside. Safe and warm. "W-Why do you want to help me? I'm nobody..." She sobbed silently
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"Darling...don't say that...everyone is special...trust me on this" she rubbed the smol's back, smiling. She slipped into The Opera House.
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She just cried more, still clinging to her.
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She went to her dressing room, setting her down. "It's ok"
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She looked around the room, shaking
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"I won't hurt you" she placed a warm kiss on the child's forehead, getting some Cocoa for her
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"A-Are you sure?" She whimpered, looking up at her
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She nodded. "I wouldn't DREAM of hurting you..."
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"Okay..." She nodded, looking down.
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She gave her the Cocoa
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She silently drank the cocoa. When she looked up at the mirror, she saw someone standing there. Oh dear, she nearly had a heart attack
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"Something wrong??" she asked, concerned
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"T-There's someone in the mirror...." She stuttered, hiding under the bed
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She sighed. "Erik..." she growled.
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"P-Please, get me out of here....He reminds me of my d-daddy..."
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"He won't hurt you..." she motioned for Erik to come over.
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She was too scared to come out
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Erik stepped out of the mirror. She held the poor child close.
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She whimpered, hiding her face
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Erik sat down beside them. "A child?? Mon Chaton...." he slightly glared at his companion.
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"J-Just kick me out... I don't care..." She whimpered. The poor girl didn't care about her life, she'd rather be dead
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That caught his attention. He heavily sighed, recalling how Madame Giry had spared his life and how he had felt as well. "Very well, she may stay...but if she gets in the way..." he huffed. "She...she will be dealt with..."
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She just slipped out of Faith's arms, wiping her tears. "No.. No.. I'd better off dead... I'm nothing anyway..." She mumbled, leaving the room. Geez... the child lost her mind, didn't she?
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She went after her, scooping her up. "Come on now...if you want, I could look for your mother with you..." she smiled, nodding at Erik. He knew the city of Paris through and through, so he could help them get around.
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"Mommy's dead... Daddy killed her..." She bluntly stated, looking away
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She nodded. "I see...your father mustn't be very nice, then...." she held her close. Erik looked up. "It seems we have an intruder in my Opera House..." he growled, slipping away to investigate.
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It was a man just roaming around, searching for someone. The small child just got out of Faith's arms again, going over to the man. "I'm right here daddy..." She stated in an almost silent voice. This triggered the man's anger as he just grabbed her by her throat. "You little whore, you always have to ruin my life with your fucking tears!" He shouted at her, dragging her out
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A punjab lasso was soon around his throat, pulling him away rom the exit. "You invade my Opera House...and you seem to have no respect whatsoever..." a golden eye shined in the darkness as the booming voice was heard from all directions. The woman stepped out of the shadows, scowling. "Release her..." she growled, as the noose got TIGHTER so he was choking and could not escape.
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The little girl didn't bother putting up a fight as the grip her father had on her neck tightened. He was gasping for air and felt like his head was about to explode. "Why... should... I?" He choked out, still not letting go
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She took out her Cutlass, pointing it at his chest. "I don't think my companion would mind hanging your corpse from the rafters..." she growled, pressing the tip so it started to hurt. She then used her psitol to shoot the arm that was holding his daughter.
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"She.. a little... bitch anyway..." He sneered, finally letting go, ignoring the pain. The child just went outside into the rain, not caring about her life.
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She chased after, scooping her up. "No...please...don't do that..." she tossed her cutlass aside and held her close, tears rolling down her face. Erik continued to tighten the noose.
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She rejected the help. "Why not?" The child saw no meaning in her being alive. It honestly wasn't long before his neck snapped
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"You don't need to be afraid anymore....I promise to risk my life for you...." she noticed the frost on her hands. She gasped. "My my...you're so cold..." she held her close. "Please....let me at least make you comfortable" she felt a ghostly tap on her shoulder, and turned around.
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There was nothing there. 'She's not cold... She controls ice and snow...' A voice whispered in her ear.
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Her heart race jumps up. "E-Erik...if you're trying to scare me again...." she held her close, protectively.
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The child's body temperature dropped to a deadly, frigid cold one. Slipping out of Faith's arms again, she stated. "I don't want help.... I lost everything I loved..." With that, she walked out, leaving an ice trail as she walked
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"Wait...please..." she sighed, sitting on the doorstep. Tears rolled down her face.
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The little girl did appreciate the hospitality, she didn't want to burden Faith nor Erik with her petty needs and wants. They'll just reject her like her father did and she'll be on the streets one way or another
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She held her head in her hands. "If only I could bring her mother back..." she sighed. "That poor girl..."
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There were a few questions though. Who is this child ? Who's her mother ? That answer came when the newspaper was delivered. A woman named Hannah Jessabelle Lovelock was found brutally murdered and her husband was a suspect. Her child, Alexandra Mira Lovelock, was missing
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SHe read and then tossed it aside. There was nothing she could do.
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A ghost was soon sitting beside her. 'Dear, why not just go after her?'
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