Wrapping it up then =] WC: 194
Axelle nodded toward the femme as she bid her goodbye, and walked the other way. Axelle watched her go before turning toward her own dead friend, and walking toward his grave. Murderer… A cold, dead, faint, soft voice whispered in her ear and she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked around for the other who was probably about to get justice for whatever he was whispering about. She saw no one. She kept still for about a minute, looking back seeing Voron already gone. Then she shook her head and headed towards Drac’s grave.
When she reached his headstone, she plopped down in front of it. It was a comfort zone for her. She stared at the headstone noticing it said something underneath the big engraved DRACULA words. Vlad… Vlad III Hmm… She squinted toward the name on the headstone. Axelle… She whirled around to see no one. The voice sounded like it was behind her, but there was not a soul here except her. She quickly rose to her feet, still looking around herself and still seeing nobody. She darted into the woods with no hesitance and disappeared just like Voron had.
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