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<p>Created page with &quot;&lt;br&gt; &#039;&#039;Oh God... what have I gotten myself into?&#039;&#039;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The refrain of that thought had haunted Caroline all morning. She&#039;d had some vague notion of going home after the nig...&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;Oh God... what have I gotten myself into?&#039;&#039;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The refrain of that thought had haunted Caroline all morning. She&#039;d had some vague notion of going home after the night&#039;s adventures and going to sleep, waking to find it had all been a bizarre and vivid nightmare. Instead she&#039;d found herself unable to sleep for the terror and grief pouring through her body. Once she&#039;d exhausted the tears Caroline&#039;s weariness still didn&#039;t dissipate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;Breed it?&#039;&#039;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> What the hell did that mean? She desperately needed to talk to Evangaline. The utterly frightening man had said that like she was property, a slave, and he had every right to give an order like that. Did he? The memories of the other night, when she became what she was -- a situation that she still wasn&#039;t entirely sure she accepted except that it seemed like a given -- were still fuzzy but she did remember that sweet Colonel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; <br /> <br /> And frankly, being a vampire explained Eric Devereaux&#039;s wierdness quite well, thank you very much. Aunt Lizabeth constantly bemoaned her cousin&#039;s layabout ways. Ha! If she only knew!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Maggie, her Golden retriever, gave her a nudge, drawing Caroline&#039;s attention to the red light flashing on the phone. Someone was calling. She didn&#039;t feel like answering. Although... she was supposed to meet Irina DiSanti for brunch. That was still three hours away -- who on Earth would be so rude as to call her at 7:30 in the morning? No matter, they&#039;d leave a message.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Hauling herself out of her chair tiredly Caroline headed for the kitchen to start a pot of coffee brewing. Then she went to take the hottest shower she could stand. She couldn&#039;t bear to think about those three dead kids, killed at Gramma Willie&#039;s hands. She couldn&#039;t bear to think about anything for a while. Instead she pushed it all away and spent the hours working on her book. Her deadline was looming. And in the back of her mind, a thought percolated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;What happens if we don&#039;t take care of the rest of the Doc&#039;s rabid ghouls? Or worse yet... what happens if we do? Be careful what you wish for, Caroline.... living in interesting times has ever been a curse not a blessing&#039;&#039;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> Return to [[Vampire: Natchez By Night|&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;Natchez By Night&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;]] &lt;br&gt; <br /> Return to [[Vampire: Natchez By Night ––– The Campaign Timeline|&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;Timeline&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br&gt; <br /> Return to [[Vampire: Natchez By Night#Adventure Log|&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;Adventure Log&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</div>

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