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The blood curdling scream ripped my dream apart just when I finally reached the door. I guess I will never know what lies behind. Sleep has become a fading memory ever since that cursed night. The night of All Hallows' Eve at Herrenhaus Stern.
When my eyes fluttered open, the sight of Anja's grave face buried the last remnants of my drowsy fantasies.
'Put these on, and follow me.'
Those were her only words. I wish I would not have forced her then to say more. I wish I could have remained oblivious just a few more precious minutes. But the scream that had awoken me was still reverberating through the room like Anja's flickering shadow in the candlelight.
'What about him? We need to-'
I had long run out of bullets and tears by the time we reached the bottom of the stairs. The rifle axe was too unwieldy a melee weapon in the close corridors of the Estate dungeon. Yet, I clung to it like it was my last, desperate hope to hold on to my sanity. Perhaps I should have let go. I probably would have, to tell you the truth. I remember looking at the bloody stake in my hand, thinking it would just as easily go through me as it went through them. But just when I was turning it toward myself, Anja's calm voice turned it away.
'Be ready Heather, the Mistresses require our service.'
And then I got my vengeance.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Henissart
