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Henry Hyde was having some fast dream, about strange trees enveloping him in their embrace and talking to him. Talking, ever talking...He realized with a start that he it was still pretty early. That he didn't have much sleep, and that somebody was knocking on his door. "What," Henry growled. He was not sure how he felt about the twisting trees and their murmurs, but he needed some damn sleep. He almost apologized, remembering that Rena must have been right there.

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He had not detected her at first, forgot about her presence, possibly even considered her a pleasant dream. Who could blame him though when even his eyes refused to open, and his mind refused to work. "What now," Henry repeated, approaching the door. Opening it, he started at the man on the other side. "Is it an urgent call, Poole? I hope it is, for otherwise, I am going back to sleep!" he exclaimed but stopped himself from shutting the door again as was his instinct.

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“I suppose too few concern themselves with learning the truth as it's far easier to write us off as ‘abominations’ or ‘monsters’.” Rebekah often stopped to wonder whether their mother exerted some measure of influence from beyond the grave driving Mikael’s hatred and ensuring he would rid the world of her mistakes. Her attention momentarily drifting to her brother curious to know whether this conclusion was hers alone.?

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But that like so many other conversations would be saved for another day as the time hardly felt right. Perhaps it was something they should discuss with Elijah as he was by default their eldest sibling with Finn still lying daggered in a coffin somewhere. Quietly shaking off these thoughts as she felt herself becoming distracted.

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It was hardly surprising when Kol took a more serious interest in the conversation when their human guest asked after motives. One eyebrow lifted just so as she contemplated whether to respond with the same honesty as their story was told with.?

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“If I were to be truthful there are two possible reasons for sharing our history with you…either I simply wished to have someone outside of certain…family drama that I could confide in or perhaps I have been giving serious thought to offering to turn you. Either way if you feel the information is more than you might be able to handle I can ensure you will not remember us at all….if that is what you wish.”

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"So enough feeling sorry for myself at least for now," she stated with a faint smile.

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"So now what?"

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Katherine could easily recall a time when dismissing the very idea would have been a more immediate reaction on the subject of past lives and other such things. But when one had lived for four centuries it became a bit more complicated as broadened ones perception of the world around them.?

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For her everything had changed the moment she'd met Vlad, not that he’d been immediately forthcoming with certain details but it hadn't been long before he confided in her. While she could pursue the conversation of past lives further she chose not to for the time being.?

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“At first….it is both disorienting and overwhelming but it shall pass.” She softly reassured hoping to make this easier and also feeling anger toward the man who forced her hand. Or maybe there was a slight confusion as to why she hadn’t been simply content to let things play out as they might.?

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She breathed a heavy sigh as thoughts once more turned to her husband who she wished were here but as always as of late he was far more preoccupied with what the other lords wanted than with his family. “Sadly it is the way of the world. So many take life at random without a second thought or reason simply because they can.”

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Offering a single nod when it seemed her new friend was expressing a desire for revenge. “In time he shall. But first you must learn, and one of the first lessons is to never rush into a fight where you may be potentially outmatched…it is a sure way of getting oneself killed.”

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She offered a sympathetic smile at the sentiments expressed then softly spoke. “I was human just as you were when I first met Vlad but because he loved me so deeply he offered to turn me and because I couldn't imagine a life without him I accepted. Shortly after, we were wed. So, you see being a vampire doesn't make that impossible.”

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With a hint of amusement she regarded Mina, a smile soon forming. “I suppose not. But…the option is there should you change your mind a hundred years from now.” A silence fell over her as she listened to her description of the attacker committing every single detail to memory as she intended to see to it that something was done about it.

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“You’re most welcome. I only wish circumstances had afforded you the opportunity to choose this life.” It was something Vlad insisted on, never once denying her the choice of becoming like him or remaining human. He'd never wanted it to be against her will and she had never once turned someone against theirs.?

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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.

God loves you.

Pool had been sleeping soundly when suddenly, something broke through that comfortable blanket of sleep; was he dreaming? He slowly open his eyes, was that…, Yes, it had to be, it was a knock??on the door of Dr. Henry’s home. ? ? ?At the same time, he heard a knock on his, door; Pool? Pool, wake up! It was Mary, and she was standing outside his door, knocking and calling his name. There is someone at the door, Pool, and as far as I know, you are still the Butler. ? ? ?So much for sleeping late, the butler grumped?to himself, as he hurried to dress as best he could at so early of a time. Henry and Rena?had promised him that he could sleep late the following day, but of course they did not know that someone would come knocking at their door so early the next morning. ? ? Run along, and get dressed yourself, he told Mary. Once they were both dressed, they met outside the door of their rooms, and Mary asked, so why do I have to get dressed, ?you are??the Butler, and what does that have to do with me? Because, pool replied, you might be called upon to prepare something; we must go and see now what this guest wants. ? As they hurried along, pool spoke softly, Mark my words, Mary, this is the folly of staying up late at night; it is infinitely better for one to retire early, so that he or she may be prepared to rise early to greet whatever circumstances the new day brings. ? As Pool slowly opened the door, he noticed the young lady, looking rather distraught, at least to his way of thinking. He?? ?wondered to himself why someone would be so upset at this time of day. He kept his voice calm?as he greeted, good morning, my lady,?what brings you out this fine morning, and how may we be of service to you?

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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
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Valerie slid a look toward the former handmaiden who suddenly seemed rather distant as if her mind were elsewhere. Perhaps with the line of questioning that was for the best. “Shall we say…she is immortal and far older than any of us.” She chose to omit any details when offering a response to the previously unanswered inquiry. It was her hope this would suffice.

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She casually lifted an eyebrow as her own presence was called into question, a thing she clearly had no intention of offering anything in the way of an explanation for. It was, after all, not her place to reveal such things as the reasons weren't her own. Honestly, if it were up to her she wouldn't even be here.

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When watching the exchange it was difficult to overlook further proof of her reckless nature as she seemed to border on daring him to take action at certain points. Suicidal? Perhaps. Or merely bored with life. Whatever the case if she persisted with this behavior it would be a wonder if she lived much longer.

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Amara was only vaguely aware of the conversation taking place around her as she felt drawn into the images flooding her mind. Sifting through what she hadn't realized to be memories belonging to the dark haired woman. Three men. All of whom felt important somehow though it was the elderly one whose presence felt the most comforting and that caused her to focus rather intently on him. So much so that without knowing she'd created an illusion that would alter both her appearance and voice in the mind of Natari alone.

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Valerie took a casual interest in the conversation while glancing over a few of the scrolls scattered about as the attention seemed to shift from attempts at solving the riddle that was Amara to the good doctor and whatever help he could provide. It was odd to see the infamous hunter of their kind showing the slightest concern or perhaps loyalty to one who he would otherwise staking. “I have no interest in bloodshed…at this point in our little venture.” She let the implication this could quickly change sit there a moment then swiftly moved on.

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“I suppose there is a way it could be done as there are always loopholes in nature.” While it was disturbing to consider it could not be entirely eliminated from the realm of possibility. Turning a brief look toward the good doctor then to Natari as she spoke. “After all, the combination of witch and vampire isn't supposed to exist either and yet…here I am.”

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As the subject of religion was brought up she turned back to Van Helsing, one eyebrow rose as words were considered. “I assume that it is as you say and he’s able to look beyond labels of human…vampire…etc and see that we remain his children regardless. Otherwise why allow us to exist?”