[Worm]

Sun crept in much too soon. The light filled the small room where William now resided. For a moment, he felt totally sober, like he was waking up back home, in the attic. The smell of brisk morning air was under his nose, causing him to curl into a tighter ball against the cold draft. Unfortunately, when he did so, he pulled his knee against a woman's soft thigh. He jumped, pulling away. He felt the sheets under him, they were silk. Definitely not his. Was this actually real then? He felt his heart fluttering in his chest.

"I love when he does this." Rose giggled. Lilian was the one who's thigh he'd accidentally collided with. She too had a wicked smile across her face. When he rolled over, Blanche was facing him. However, when he looked at her, he saw Emily's face. She frowned at him, disappointed and hurt. He reached out a hand to touch her face. She slapped his hand away, maintaining the scowl imbued on Emily's face. Rose and Lilian cackled in the background. It took William a moment to realize what was going on.

"What are you demons?!" He yelled from his back. Veins popped in his neck, sweating as he did. Then, he felt the bite. This wasn't the first time they'd eaten from him. This was just the first time he saw it happening in front of him. They took small nips, licking at the streams that coarsed down his body.

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Elizabeth decided it best to prepare herself for the day by bathing. The blood was thick, old and preserved for a bath. It wasn't the same as when the blood was fresh. However, when she touched the brim of the liquid with her toe, stirring it, it seemed to steam and boil. She smiled, dipping in.

After the bath, she dressed herself. She wore a wide brimmed hat to keep her shaded. It wouldn't be long until William was reported missing. Elizabeth would go into town, unrecognized. Eventually someone would question her. She'd have to go by a pseudonym, or perhaps - no. She'd have to leave again. But for now, she was determined to see the eyes of her lost love. The moment their eyes met in Elizabeth's psychic realm, her reality was shattered. Perhaps her time in India allowed her access to another chance. Karma? She smiled, allowing her fangs to nearly cut her lower lip. No. Definitely not that. This was just a game.

She adjusted her hat and gloves and opened the front door to a wooded pathway, which eventually led to Flint's town center. If she didn't see the bride to be there, she would surely hear some town gossip about the disgustingly perfect couple. Hah. It was her destiny to tear them apart. Perhaps that was why she was marked with Isabel's face.