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| Christina sat there in the flickering lamplight, running her fingers across the worn edges of the pages. She glanced down and looked at the words before her, 'Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate', laughing silently to herself as if it were her own little inside joke. She looked over at the bed in her hotel room and half cracked a smile. It was official, she was staying in a dump. Shaking her head, she gave a little sigh, knowing that if she didn't laugh she'd probably cry, so she'd might as well make the best of it. After all, this place wasn't that much worse than some of the youth hostels she'd stayed in back in the 80's. Okay, that was a lie. But in all fairness they didn't come complete with blood stained clothes strewn across the floor. She glanced out the window to her car. It was probably about time to get something to dress these wounds with. Speaking of time, circumstances as they were, looked like she'd be stuck in this room the next day or so. Should've packed some SPF 80 , not that that actually works... but being caged when there was a war going on out there is not exactly conducive to, well anything. Everything else aside she'd still be a sitting duck. At least there was a pay phone a few doors down. So if she needed to bail anyone out she'd just need ...change. Which was also in her car. If James could see her now...he would laugh. Probably never let there hear the end of it. Then he'd probably tell her to stop being such a sob story and man up. And he'd be right. After all, this wasn't about her; never was. It wasn't even about him anymore, or the poor fool she'd have to drink. Closing her eyes she cringed at the thought of it all. Luckily she'd managed to teach herself to go for extended periods without when she didn't have to, and it'd be at least another month before she got desperate. Eyes flicking open she regained her thoughts. No, it wasn't even about her feeding habits, they too would have to take a back seat for now. As would the fact she still was writhing from that beating she took every which way less than a day earlier. This was about something much bigger. The words 'Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate', passed through her mind again, as she pushed her hair away from her neck and rubbed a torn muscle. The slits of her eyes glanced back to her book and she reached for the lamp switch with her empty hand only to pull back as her gaze swept past the window once more. Full moon. Full Blood Moon. She knew it didn't really mean anything, for her anyway. Still it sent shivers down her spine. Going back to work on that muscle she let her eyelids rest once more. Gasping what was really less of a gasp and more a subconscious acknowledgement of all she'd seen and all she knew was yet to come, she found herself biting her lips before letting those words escape her mouth at a volume no louder than a whisper,'Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate',...Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Something told her it was going to be a long night; no not night ... something else. The word war popped into her head. War; that sounded closer to the truth. They were all in in for one hell of a long war. |