Aftermath, Pt. 4

imageMarius needed all his strongest Legionnaires called home. He had asked me to bring my best most formidable commanders to Sosaria. Some of them have never traveled to this planet. So I had to go back to Earth, something I dreaded right now for Carrie’s sake. Rules of operation had to pressed out to them; what they could bring and what they could not. I resigned myself to the fact I would have to go.

But if I had to go back to France, I might as well look the part. I donned my best most expensive garments. My fabulous off the shoulder royal blue-colored sheath dress and matching statement hat, Givenchy of course. My powder blue stilettos, Jimmy Choo, would clack across the marble of the our Parisian Pallisades compound as I made my way down to our version of the “Situation Room”.

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Aftermath, Pt. 3

imageThe lab went boom!

My patience is so short now-a-days, I simply cannot get the potions done right.  No matter how hard I try or how much Va’lis helps me. Even he said, “Alchemy might not be for you, Carrie.” And Va’lis has never said that to me about anything before.  It’s really got me all twisted. Why can’t I do this!?

*sighs*

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The Aftermath, Pt. 2

carrie-parker-depressedIt has been a few weeks since the events of London and Carrie is still volatile at best. As her sire-mother, I simply do not know what to do.  I’m trying everything I can. But it seems like I am in this alone.  As much Merida has made time to come and visit Carrie, she’s busy with her own healing and she has Armand and the kids to focus on so she barely has the time to spend with Carrie. But bless her unbeating heart, she tries.

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The Aftermath, Pt. 1

learjet-85-pandora-skybird-intI loaded our car up; Merida changed to the back seat, she was holding Astoria’s head in her lap trying to soothe her. Astoria had been beaten and then nearly drained. We had our medic trying to infuse her with transfusions of human blood but nothing was working. Her mortal body was just too weak. She was hemorrhaging internally from her injuries. Merida was now caressing her face and hair while she let out a tear or two. She loved Astoria for her kids loved her just the same.

I got into the car on the other side in the back and closed the door. The car was now moving. “We can’t let her die, not like this. this is our fault. Mine really, they took her to get me to talk. Had I not been so stubborn—” Merida broke down. Watching my wife’s sad heart was too much for me, I pulled Astoria to me without a word, carefully holding her on my lap. “This is not your fault, let it be me she hates for condemning her to this life,” I told my wife before I bit into Astoria’s neck and drained what little she still had. I ripped into my wrist and pulled it up to Astoria’s lips, letting my blood spill into her mouth. Astoria roused a bit, just enough to latch on and drink fully from me. Merida watched, crying still feeling so guilty for it all. 

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