A sudden shatter of glass forces her to sit up where she lay there by the campfire. She looks around, her childish eyes searching for the massive structure that is Roland Arkoth but yet she has failed on finding him within’ her sight. She quickly gets up to her feet and slowly walks toward a small bamboo hut that she finds faintly familiar. Approaching it, she feels her heart beating faster; her adrenaline pumping thus creating her senses to broaden the closer she gets to the doorsteps to the hut. She walks up them and presses her hand to the old wooden door… An image of Syn’s face flashes before her eyes, forcing her to wither under such a powerful pressure. She takes a deep breath to spot daylight shining in through the open windows. She rubs her eyes and squints at the soft white curtains that sway and gently lift from the wind blowing in through the opened wooden shutters. She cautiously, baby step after baby step; advances deeper into what tares into her memory, this was the bedroom she ever so thrived for, fourteen very long years ago. She hears a baby’s cry, she slowly pans her eyes to the location from which she hears the baby constantly wailing… As Lucy approaches the baby’s carriage, her eyes cannot help but than to stop and stare at all of her old toys, blankets in her baby-crib. Her dolly’s and teddy bears are all filthy with dust and cobwebs; all of them, scattered and broken on the floor at her feet. Looking around the room and toward the baby carriage, the innocence before her gradually turns dark and gloomy from the light outside fading away until darkness prevails and one single candle on her nightstand in spontaneously ignites with a flame all on it’s own… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…No…” Staring down into the baby carriage, she spots the ghost figure of a baby, before turning her head away and closing her eyes; refusing to believe it was laying there, as dead as a doornail. The baby’s features shine from the basket before disappearing in a puff of dust that falls to the floor in the daylight that prevails over the darkness outside of this hut, once more. Confused, she looks back into the baby carriage in a frantic concern as more sounds of a baby constantly crying reoccurs from all over in the room, coming from locations from which have nothing to identify as possible… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…Alright Lucy, calm down girl…it’s just all in your head…” From what affects her, she hears at least four or five other babies crying from a distance within’ this hut that just sudden appears to be much larger, with active adult people at work. Ghost’s, in the mind of Lucy…She stares in utter awe, her mouth gaping open in disbelief. She starts breathing more heavily, her eyes panning around in astonishment as she watches the women walk around, cuddling babies in their arms, wearing white overcoats. She walks deeper down the corridor that almost seems to stretch out before her, regardless of how long she feels like she’s been walking… Hearing a door creaking open, a girl much like herself comes out of one of the rooms here in this nursery. She’s a ghost, but she stands at the same height as her, she has the same colored hair and even the same greeting interest burning in their eyes when they smile. The ghost of this little girl’s hair is only shoulder length, but besides that she appears to be completely identical to Lucy. Lucy pauses after getting a better view of the girl, she stops walking and goes to say something but the girl just turns and walks away… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…Hey! Wait!!! I just want to talk…I just want to be friends…” For an instant Lucy becomes petrified, wishing to speak to the little girl as she stops and shoots a glare back at her; and a very angry one at that. Lucy pauses with a dumbfounded expression on her face before the girl continues walking away while fading into a solid stonewall and the only section of this old abandoned nursery’s wall that remains in a well-maintained condition. Further impressed, Lucy’s curiosity peeks… The daylight is finally back, her body feeling like many days have truly passed upon her short stay here inside of this haunted nursery. Looking for the exit, looking for the entrance into ‘this nursery’ through that bedroom door inside of the hut she had entered in the first place. Wishing to get out, but not finding the way. Completely obscured with the concept and willing to argue it with anybody regardless of how stubborn; if it weren’t only right here before her eyes. Besides, the doors that she had pressed her fingers against felt so very real. Lucy’s adrenaline continues pumping that much harder, again… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…Rollie!? Where are you…!?!?!? I’m scared…” Hearing the door creaking again…and those damn babies again, her spirit is lifted after frantically running up and down corridors of nothing but dead ends. Finding the correct door, she re-enters that hut again and she reappears back in what seems to be her room, hence; again. She looks around, from night to day once more…feeling like it’s about to restart and loop all over again, Lucy looks to the one baby carriage that remains, hearing the dead ghost baby crying invisible tears… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…No..Please…Stop…STOP IT!!! Stop…please…please STOP CRYING!!! What do you want me to do!? I’ll do whatever you want, just please…stop crying…” To her knees she falls; tears strolling down her cheeks. She cries as hard as she’s ever cried before in her life, she cowers her back up against one corner of her old bedroom and pulls her knees to her chest. Lucy proceeds on rocking back and forth, scared out of her mind; obviously very upset, she watches herself rock back and forth while feeling like she’s being pulled away from what she’s living through. Looking at herself as she sat there, cowering in the corner; crying like a baby… The door creaks open again and in enters her mother. Lucy’s eyes light up as she rises to her mother’s face, opening her arms and going for a hug before realizing that she cannot touch her and goes right through her. She watches through tear soaked eyes, at a middle-aged woman walking into the room and over to the baby carriage; the woman reminds her much like her mother. Trying to rub her vision clear, Lucy studies the ghost mother figure in emotional distress and the mother stops the carriage baby’s crying… Ghost Mother ~ Mrs. Centaloris ~ ”…You poor baby, did you have another bad dream again??? “ Lucy watches as it flashes before her eyes, completely shifting before and beyond any strain of belief, swearing to herself that this is just a bad dream while the baby slowly stops crying and is nullified back to sleep by it’s mother. Lucy slowly stands and takes a few creaking steps toward the mother, trying to say something but crying to hard to breath thoroughly enough to function correctly. She mumbles painfully in tears… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…M…Mommy…I…I … “ The mother slowly turns her head and looks down at Lucy, staring down at her as if she wasn’t even her mother. The baby starts crying within’ it’s carriage hence again, then a cold, cautious; negative stare of over protectiveness and territorial features brightening in her face, Lucy stares in an apologetic defeat; lowering her head in sadness from what appears to be her mother’s ghost refusing to give her any affection while averting her attention back to the baby’s carriage again before fading away… The thought of killing that poor baby’s parent’s effects her in ways she couldn’t possibly have thought through during such a frenzy for blood. This…thirst, that complicates her and immediately makes her out to be a ‘bad’ person. She screams a wail of suffering, again, again and again, she screams until her pale white face turns red with torment, frustration and grief. Everything in her bedroom goes hectic. Family portraits of her and her parents flying from the walls and smashing into the baby carriage, books and toys, the teddy bears and dolls, the flower vase, the nightstand, even the crib gets flipped over… Then she hears a twig snapping and it awakens her back into reality and out of her dream world. Lazily looking up at Roland as he stands there, facing the direction from which the sound of just a single twig snapping had come from. His massive body tense, his eyes narrowed and the meat cleaver like a simple dagger gripped firmly within’ his left hand. Staring into the darkness, Lucy sits up and looks over at the tree-line to spotting something big and with two heads, lurking in the shadows just ten yards away… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…WHO GOES THERE!? “ A moment longer as the two headed giant comes into the light of their campfire, covered in mud like Roland was after treading through the dreaded swamp the day before. Lucy hears her name several times as the two headed giant loses a head and Nicolette comes rushing to Lucy and out from behind Syn. She had been resting on his back and he had been carrying her. Lucy’s eyes widen, lighting up in delight as she stands and runs to Nicolette before jumping up into her sister figures arms with a hug… Lady St. Claire ~ Nicolette ~ ”…Lucy!!! Oh, how I’ve missed you!!! Are you okay, sweetie? “ Lucy gets pulled from the hug by Nicolette as she examines her face, looking for any wounds. While doing so, she notices that Lucy’s been crying; which happened during her disturbing slumber. Lucy gets emotional and Nicolette sheds a few tears before adjusting Lucy’s hair and kissing her on the forehead before pulling her tiny frame back into her chest for another embrace. Syn in the meanwhile shares a stare down with Roland this entire time, by now; knowing what each other are capable of doing, reluctantly based on their size alone… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ ”…No, I’m not okay. I had a bad dream, A really…really bad dream!!! There where crying babies everywhere, my mother hated me, and YOU!!! ” …Roland from Lucy’s index finger pointing at Syn… Angel of Death ~ Lucy Centaloris ~ “…YOU…Are RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL OF IT!!!! “ Nicolette pauses before shaking her head back and forth, wanting to talk to Lucy before Lucy continues crying harder within’ her arms. All Nicolette can do is sigh heavily and look back at Syn as she kneels there in the dirt with Lucy in her arms, rubbing her back and soothing her needs for a shoulder to cry on. Syn stares down at Lucy with a solemn look of apology in his eyes and Roland frowns into his direction… Nemesis Problem Solver ~ Syn DeClarrion ~ ”…Lucy…I’m…………………………………..Sorry…” Lucy slowly starts gathering herself, pulling herself together again before looking wearily over Nicolette’s shoulder and up at Syn. Roland snaps his head from Syn and back down to Lucy, then back over at Syn again several times. Investigating Syn for his size and the Long Sword that he has on his body. Noticing the crest of his blade, Roland narrows his eyes and smirks to himself; for he remembers that crest being on the helmet that Krollba once wore before he tore it completely off with his head still inside of it… Lady St. Claire ~ Nicolette ~ ”…Honey, Syn told me everything that happened that day…Syn wasn’t the one whom had bitten you darling, he was the one that gave you another chance at living again. If he didn’t give you his blood, then you would have died baby-girl. He didn’t do it to hurt you…he would never do that to you. In fact, he loves you…” Lucy’s eyes fill with more painful tears as she gives Nicolette a cute and innocent little smile before snuggling her face into ‘her older sister’s’ neck. Syn gives a half smile and Roland observes, releasing the handle of the meat cleaver and letting it sink into the ground before he takes another seat back down on his large stone; that’s quickly becoming his favorite spot here on Cassand. Syn looks from checking on Roland’s actions and back over to Nicolette and Lucy as they hug there at his feet. “Angel of Death” Lucy Centaloris