Soap Opera Time!!!!!!!!
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Thread Topic: Soap Opera Time!!!!!!!!
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Dalia rubbed against Anise and let out a long slow purr.
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Suddenly, the blade of a bloody axe sliced through the window. OJ and Anise screamed
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The water started boiling, mixing everything together. The water turned black. State the name of the person you wish to bring from the dead. a voice said in Annabel's head. "Lan," she whispered. "Son of Amy."
The water stopped boiling and took the shape of Lan. Then he floated into Annabel's arms.
"I... I did it..." Annabel gasped. Amy... She'll be so happy... -
Annabel sent Lan to Hestia, then teleported to Anise.
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Anise and OJ ran screaming upstairs,with Dalia in Anisette's hands. They only forgot one thing. Tate was still down there!
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Dalia stared at the bloody knife. She had faced a dog, but it was so small. How could she defend her family with someone who could throw something so large?
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Annabel stared at the axe. "That axe... It has the mark of Ares on the blade..." she gasped.
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Dreg grabbed Tate by the throat and began to strangle her. OJ rushed downstairs to help the blonde, but he found her with an axe wound in the chest and fingerprints on her neck. Annabel stood in the middle of the room.
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Annabel's eyes rolled back into her head. "Son of Ares, I command you to stop!" Annabel shouted in a raspy voice.
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Dalia was more confused then scared. She lept out of Anise's arms and sprang toward Dreg.
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Annabel stood there, not moving. "Dreg, Son of Ares, Annabella Nikkara Lasante comands you to stop!" Annabel screamed.
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Dreg just laughed at her. 'I will never stop.' he growled in a raspy,metallic voice. OJ stared it him through the hall.
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Dalia unsheathed her claws and lept up on Dreg, giving him long deep scratches across his chest.
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'Not until my task is forfilled.' Dreg continued,raising Ares' axe. 'I'm Dreg, Son of Ares, God of War.'
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Annabel's eyes returned to normal. Well, mostly. She had green cat eyes when the rolled back into place. "Dreg. Don't do this." Annabel begged. "Don't you remember? Sitting on the porch in the middle of Summer, holding hands? Eating fresh baked cookies after playing out in the snow? Please, Dreg. Don't forget who you are."
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