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Author: * blackrose Ben Judah -
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Date: Mar 27, 2004 - 01:23
After several hours, Rose yawned and bid goodnight to her hostess. Heading upstairs to the room Cat had lent her, Rose tried to remember why she had come here and where she was before. Little bits of information floated in and out of her mind, but not enough to make sense of anything.
Oh, well, Rose figured, It will come to me by the morning. The woman entered her room and sat down to brush her long, golden hair. After she had finished, Rose lay on the soft matress. She quickly fell asleep and dreamed of a tall man in a bar. One of the men she had seen earlier today. In her dream, Rose returned to the bar and merrily drank every last drop of the man's blood from his veins.
She smiled in her sleep at the happy prospect...
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