(Vincent)
The dusk turned to night and it became late.? The last of the cars left with the newly acquired cargo.? The camera hidden behind the grate watched Anais.? Vincent watched from his study.? Chantel had fallen asleep shortly after their sexual romp.? He watched.? Was the lady going to eat, was she going to sleep?? Was she going to try and escape out the balcony?? He was intrigued and simply watched.? The babies, he smiled, they would be his.? That would twist the knife in Draven's back.? The man was indeed mad without his humanity.
Time would tell if he would feel Anais enough that she was nearby and turn his humanity back on.? If he did, he would truly feel her and know she was there.? Vincent wondered what step to take next with Anais.? Should he let her have some freedom to move about the mansion, or keep her locked in her little room?? He wondered as he watched to see what she would do next.
Anais
Anais forced herself to watch as the last of the people from the party were lead out and off to whatever their life would become. She felt responsible.? After all, Vincent was after her. All of those people were just collateral damage. Unfortunately caught in what appears to be the drama of her life.? "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the wind as the last car drove away.?
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Anais turned back to the room. With a sigh, she moved back into the room away from the mid fall evening. Anais looked at the bed and the chair and the door and the four walls of the room that was her prison. She felt like she was going stir crazy. Taking a chance, Anais moved to the door and turned the knob, hoping to find that it would open.
