"You poor dear. No one is going to kill you...again," Keres made the final word pointed, indicating that she knew yet more. Drawing in a breath the willowy tall dark haired young woman asked gently,"Did you know that Victor's creation warned him that he would kill you? He only wanted Victor to make him a brother. A companion. Victor began the process and then tore it apart. My...he, the creation, only wished not to be alone. Yet Victor refused this. He is an inhumane monster, Elisabeth."
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The words of truth tumbled out of Keres in a way that horrified her. Get a grip girl, she told herself, mental admonition full of silent panic. The image floating before her of the man, so similar to her yet so much more. His hands on her shoulders, so long ago, softly glowing white blue eyes on hers telling her that she could do this. That she could take charge. She believed him yet suddenly felt like a lost little girl. She turned away, attending to her own tea while fiercely blinking back the tears of rage that stung her eyes lest the other woman see them.
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"Mistress,"Cylas murmured, a firm hand suddenly shooting out to grasp her slender forearm a little too hard. IT grounded her though and she gave him a sharp nod.
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Turning back to Elisabeth she allowed her former excitement to return along with her focus. Had she spoken of Lord Trash being with her when she was dead? "Perhaps it was a god," she said, perhaps a little too quickly. A little too eagerly.
"What did he tell you?"
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The words at least came out soft, not demanding and for this Keres was relieved, for her Harbinger had not mentioned this.
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Once? again she was assured and in charge, no longer the little girl screaming inside for her daddy. She could do this.
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"Yes of course our organization will have a use for you," she assured the concerned Elisabeth warmly. "So long as Victor never finds out. And as for how I know these things...there are ways. We have spies in the strangest of places, and they can see things because they are in possession of their own unique abilities. Each and every one of us is special and unique. Some could call us monsters, but I choose to think of us as superior beings. An old friend said that once and he is a very wise superior being himself."
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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