Phantoms of Hell [M] [Acheron]

[Wild]

Flavia blushed when Lord Acheron called her pretty, lowering her gaze when his soft finger trailed down her cheek.

"You are much too kind, Lord Whitemoore," she said. "My husband says I only get what I deserve...."

She listened intensively when he spoke of a way for him to free her. She looked at him with hope in her eyes - was it even possible to free her from this unwanted marriage? She could only hope...

"How?" she asked. "How is it possible to free me?"

The next scenario happened so fast, and since it was dark she didn't see clearly everything that happened. She heard the sound of a dry stomp, and let out a squeal of fear when she saw blood running down Lord Acheron's lips, his face paling.

She saw a man running away, he looked very similar to her coachman Joe. "JOE, STOP!" she called out, but he darted away.

Whimpering with anxiety she turned to help Lord Whitemoore, hoping it was not too late.

"Lord Whitemoore, are you alright?" she asked, filled with worry for him. "I can take care of your wounds if you like.... I have medical training..."

[Medievarad]

Acheron pulled a disgusted face. "It's.. Too late.." He said as he felt his last strength fading. His head slumping to the ground weakly as his last breath left him.

"There she is!" A loud voice thundered through the streets. Before the rapid stomping of several feet over the cobblestone street. "Get her!" Was shouted. Followed by a loud smack from a heavy baton on the back of Flavia's head. Knocking her unconcious.

When she woke up, she'd be in the bright lit ballroom. Met by Acheron's warm, yet  concerned eyes. "Lady Bathory-Syron? Are you alright?"

[Wild]

Flavia's eyes widened when she saw Lord Acheron slumping to the ground. "Don't give up yet!" she pleaded, trying to give him first aid. 

But as she was kneeling by his side, she hard a loud voice thundering through the streets. Her eyes widened. They didn't thing that... that SHE had done this? She never got a chance to react before she heard a loud smack and everything went dark.

When she woke up again, she woke up in the bright lit ballroom - again. She pondered if she started getting allergic to ball rooms. But she smiled somewhat confused towards Lord Acheron when he looked at her.

"Lord Whitemoore! I thought you were dead! What happened?"

[Medievarad]

"Me? Dead?" He shook his head with a relieved smile. "You said it was too warm.. When I was escorting you outside.. You fainted." He said as he helped her up with a gentle hand. "Perhaps it'd be better for you to call it a night." He said with the same gentle smile, the people around them tending to their bussiness again, having witnessed that Flavia was indeed alright.

"Come. Allow me to escort you home.."

[Wild]

Flavia looked confused when she saw the relieved smile on Lord Acheron's face. She was an intelligent young woman, and now she was suspicious that something was wrong. She was not in the habit of fainting so many times in a row - nor had she ever been crazy. She could do a lot of things not suitable for young ladies, yes, but she was still sane.

"I think I have seen this scene before, Lord Whitemoore," she said. "Besides, I am not as fragile as I look. I can take care of myself.... I think I better see myself out this time, thank you."

She knew she was impolite for declining his offer, but she didn't want to see anyone getting killed again. Then she preferred to walk home on her own...

[Medievarad]

As Flavia stood up. The entire room went dark. Every feature hidden in complete darkness. It seemed like the floor dissappeared underneath Flavia's feet. Falling into the dark abyss. She'd hear antagonised screams and cries of pain as she fell. After a while. She smacked against a solid floor. Splattering to her death. Including all the pain of every bone in her body being shattered.

Yet she managed to wake up again. Meeting Acheron's concerned and warm eyes. The ballroom and all of the guests gathered around. A scene that was completely the same as the previous. "Lady Bathory-Syron? Are you alright?" He asked. Again.

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Ooc: I'm having loads of fun with this. Though tell me when you get sick of this loop xD

[Wild]

(OoC: Flavia can only react so many times to the same scenario played over and over. So I pull her out of this thread. Sorry. Hope you have fun with Mr. Whitemoore)