Time was going by in slow motion, and yet in a blur. It felt like it all happened at once, yet took years to actually happen. "Someone, please!"

Finally she caught one of the maids coming toward her with concern on her face. Sweetie was sure that concern was even more deeply etched onto her own face. "Alert my uncle, immediately! Pumpkin has been attacked. We must hurry!"

She watched the maid's eyes widened before the woman darted off and another arrived, seeming to have understanding in her eyes. So the Slytherin motioned for the second maid to follow before turning around and heading back for the door.

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Magic by Lady!

Wanna be there for Sweetie during her post-election slump?

For a moment the vampire was even more panicked - the spell had messed with her senses and she'd been caught unawares. Her hearing came back to her as she heard the other one panicking. There was no way she could kill one more person - let alone two. Ishmael was right, she'd been way in over her head. Would she tell him of this incident? Most likely not.

Would he find out? Yes.

Best delay that inevitability as long as she could. As quietly as she could, Azazel slid into the shadows and slinked away.

This was not good...

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