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Pandora enjoyed a rather peaceful life these days as very few disturbed the old farmhouse she had called home for the past three years. Blending in easily enough with the locals while keeping them blissfully unaware of her true identity. There were, after all, so few people who were…open minded enough to handle discovering the existence of the supernatural.?

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So, she imagined it was better all around if they weren't clued into the fact she was a nearly four thousand year old witch and that yes…she was THAT Pandora only as was so often the case with history the facts weren't entirely accurate. Oh, there is a box alright it just isn't what everyone thought it to be and she wasn't responsible for unleashing the evils of the world. Quite the opposite actually.?

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She walked along the wraparound porch of her farmhouse with a distant look in her brown eyes as thoughts turned to the strange happenings of the last year. Two of which were presently residing under her roof. The first of which was lying in some sort of coma, of course, she hadn't arrived that way no she simply collapsed near the old barn and that was six months ago.?

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Ordinarily she would have called an ambulance but upon touching the mysterious woman with the raven hair she had gotten these flashes that suggested her to be around six thousand years old. The words ‘Queen Of The Damned’ could be heard though she got the distinct feeling they weren't spoken by this woman. Whatever her deal was there seemed to be powerful magic at work…altering her somehow. Perhaps that explained why she hadn't yet come out of it.?

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Though there was something else she'd sensed…memories locked away…hers but not hers. It was almost as if…this woman were possessed at one time or another for an extended period. Shuddering lightly at the thought of demons. They often caused nothing but chaos and ruin.?

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And as if that weren't enough her friend Miranda brought a young redhead suffering from severe memory loss and nightmares. What little she'd managed to figure out there so far was just a name…Lucy Westenra. It had to be some sort of alias or perhaps the woman had a strange fixation with the Bram Stoker novel.

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Normally she avoided dealings with most vampires as so many only brought trouble to her doorstep…a favor she gladly returned. But there were rare instances when one proved her wrong, such was the case when she'd met a woman named Miranda Gilbert almost a decade ago. She'd been recently widowed and struggling to come to grips with life as a vampire.

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Texting was their preferred method of keeping in touch though on occasion one would call the other and of course there were visits. But her friend had understandably avoided Mystic Falls as there were those who would stake her on sight simply for being what she was.?

Pandora caught a glimpse of a darkness blanketing only small section of sky as it drifted off to the west. Her mind instantly going to a place that most would accuse her of being paranoid but with the number of people searching for her box it was hardly unreasonable to reach the conclusion one of her enemies was making another attempt.?

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She stepped closer to the porch’s edge to get a better look, relieved the countless wards and protection spells seemed to be doing their job as it passed on by the small farm she called home. As an afterthought she wondered if perhaps it might have had something to do with ‘sleeping beauty’ which was far more likely than her other two houseguests.

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(Inside the House)

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Miranda paced up and down the length of the hallway as she fought the temptation to go into town looking for her children. Both of whom would no doubt be furious at her for allowing them to think her dead for going on ten years now. But what other choice did she have? When she'd left town after the accident at Wickery Bridge the plan was always to die for a second and final time.?

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Though fate had other plans as she happened upon a wreck just outside of town and against her better judgment stopped to see if she could help. The driver must have been killed on impact but the passenger was hanging on by a thread. She could feel her body pushing her to complete the transition at the sight of so much blood. She went to step away to call for ambulance when a weak hand caught her wrist followed by the words ‘please, don't leave me.’

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If only she hadn't stopped at the dying woman's request then maybe she would have been successful in getting as far away from any living person as was possible. But she took pity, remaining at her side while she made the call which proved more of a temptation than she could resist leading her to feed.?

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She fled at the first sound of sirens as a ‘dead woman’ couldn't very well afford to be spotted by local authorities. Especially when the sheriff was one of her oldest and dearest friends. How could she have faced her? Having been a member of the council herself she knew precisely what would happen with her body having disappeared from the morgue in the hours following the accident.

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Her thoughts turning to the hours before their car went off Wickery Bridge as she tried to piece together what happened. She remembered being concerned about someone who claimed to just be passing through only no one could recall seeing them during the day, so she called Liz but there was no answer then…a knock at the door. Jeremy invited them in.

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There was nothing out of the ordinary…just three people sitting around making polite conversation over coffee then as she offered to get refills the well dressed gentlemen rose to help and it seemed by accident the mug fell from his hand. It splashed onto Grayson who excused himself then went upstairs to change while she went into the kitchen to get something to clean it up with.?

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When they all sat back down she noticed the coffee tasted a little strange but when no one else seemed bothered she assumed she was coming down with something. But looking back that had to be when vampire blood got into her system.?

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She stopped her pacing outside the guest room where the mysterious raven haired woman lay ‘sleeping’. But everything she knew of vampires came from the journals Grayson’s ancestor who stated the originals were no more than a thousand years old and yet everything her friend had sensed contradicted all she knew or thought she knew.

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Her hand coming to rest on the door knob as she briefly considered entering the room to see if she could get inside her head. But first she needed to check up on Lucy, if that was in fact her name. Turning the brunette headed back down the hallway toward the stairs and down into the living room. A smile beginning to form as she heard an old Dracula movie playing on the television.

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Lucy sat with her feet gently tucked underneath her on the couch where she'd spent the better part of the day since the general consensus seemed to be that perhaps these movies held the key to unlocking her memories. It was such an odd conclusion to be sure but there were bits and pieces that felt strangely familiar. Most likely because she'd either seen the films before or quite possibly read the book at some point in her life.?

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Only that didn't seem quite right. It was funny how she couldn't even remember something as basic as her name or favorite flavor of ice cream but could be almost of the fact she didn't belong here. But was it this town or perhaps the time period? Everything seemed so odd from the clothing to the devices they used.?

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Could it be that she hadn't lived in this era at all? She wasn't supposed to be listening but her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she'd overheard a conversation about the dead returning. At first she readily dismissed all such talk as that of a madwoman as surely there was no coming back from it and then later on began to wonder if this explained her memory loss. Would she ever recover it? Or was she to be a blank slate the rest of her life? That hardly seemed fair.?

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“I am Lucy Westenra.” She spoke softly as if seeing how the name felt on her tongue. Why did it feel almost familiar at times and others sound so funny? Sighing as she stared at the image of a man with slicked back hair wearing long sweeping cape moved across the screen. Somehow certain that wasn't accurate.

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The redhead frowned at the thought as she couldn't quite figure why she would think such a thing. More questions began swirling around inside her head. “Just what I bloody needed.” She murmured to herself not knowing that Miranda was standing off to one side behind her.?

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(ooc: *smacks yahoo around*)