08-26-2008, 03:43 PM
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It was the haze of half-sleep and panic that confused her so. Only when he spoke, when her eyes had time to adjust to the numerous transitions of light and her head cleared enough to at least partly understand what was going on, that she realized it was him. Gabriel. She stopped flailing the broom at him almost immediately, even though her heart and mind told her to continue and run him off. Run him off for disturbing her father and run him off for being part of the cause of her brother's death. Instead, she held it steady toward him, almost threatening to begin again at any second. "Get away from him Gabriel!" She barked sharply, ensuring that he knew she would not stand for him being near her father. She knew he hated him, he always had. |