When VanHelsing asked Natari if she was alright, she tore her gaze away from her maker with difficulty.
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"I...I think I should go. I apologize for...any trouble."
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Her expression was an open mix of uncomfortable and embarrassed.
She paused looking toward her maker hesitating as though expecting something.
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"Aren't you coming?"
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Klaus watched the dark haired Italian steadily. Was she losing her mind?
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"Why ever would Amara go with you?"
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Natari turned to him, arching brows, but feeling a growing perplexity.
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"I don't expect your friend to go with me. It's..."
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But pausing she glanced around and did not see Amara anywhere.
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"Where is she?"
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Klaus looked annoyed, face wearing a growing frown as he gestured grandly at Amara.
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"Right bloody there!"
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"But...But..." Natari stared at the spot Klaus pointed where she saw her maker rather than his odd friend.
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"I...I don't understand. I should go."
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With a regretful look in Van Helsing's direction she fled. She dashed from the room and out of the house, past the startled man servant and into the night. She didn't even stop to allow herself to think of what had just happened. When the night air cleared her head, however, she did not become less disturbed, but rather more so.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat