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Subject: .:.To Late!.:.


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Zeth
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Date Posted: 01:13:32 11/11/03 Tue
In reply to: Bleidd 's message, ":: CALL SOCIAL SERVICES! ::" on 00:47:37 11/11/03 Tue

.:.Two can play at the game of loop hole finding, my love. And I had the best teach available. When it comes down to that last battle, is it possible for the student to beat the teach, Roo? Thank good for Zeth lacking WD40. With the squeak of the roof window hinges, the male was alarmed of the trouble before trouble struck. Unlike Briallan, he could sense the child’s movements with his uber doober Vampirish skills, but he did have the common sense to know a squeak meant his window was opening. Hells bells! He was escaping. ‘Did you lock the closet door?’ he didn’t wait for an answer as he tore up the steps, flung open his bedroom door and spotted the child’s leg disappearing from the built in steps. Gasping, his eyes leapt to the open closet door and he feline. ‘Vibe! Please tell me Bleidd is hiding behind the shirts…’ he didn’t wait for an answer here either, skipping up the steps two at a time. His fingers grasped around the child’s leg. ‘Brat! Don’t you know when someone is trying to help you?’ He tugged sharply, his weight and strength used against his own flesh and blood. ‘Downstairs, NOW’ he orders. The child was pulled into his chest as he aimed for the window. Time to go before someone knew what was going on up above. A shout added to Alicia or Vibe, whichever could perform the task. ‘Quick! Look in the counter above the stove, grab those spices and put as many of them as you can around the windows and doors…one of them is bound to dive that witch off’.:.

(I'm COOOMEING!!!!)

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