<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/Doomtown364_zps8fc2f536.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Elisabeth Boyle<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday Christmas eve night, December 24th, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>not too long after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the arms of 'Teddy'<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Theodore Howell, closed<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The cold finally forced its way into her mind, her body shivered from it but perversely it seemed to arouse her even more. Her feet were bare and already numb. The bottom of her damp robe was clinging to her legs and the snow was around her calves.<br/><br/><em>'Had not she put on slippers when she fled her 'home'? She would need a healing potion after this...'</em><br/><br/>Her mind tried to cope but what came up was the eyes...glowing eyes and fear so deep...and the desire to be taken, helpless in the clawed fingers. Her hand brushed against a breast then her nipple just to be sure she had no ring there and had dreamed it.<br/><br/>As the cold air filled her and chilled her she suddenly felt someone beside her. She started to run when strong hands placed a warm duster around her, one with a strange long thing hanging inside it. A hand wrapped the long coat around her legs and then she felt a hand at her back and another lift her legs. She tilted her head and green eyes a few shades deeper then her own stared down at her, "You alright, ma'am?” The voice was strong and deep and held the note of concern.<br/><br/>Her voice was accented normally in that clear English manner but now it was soft and sultry sounding, "No I am not alright..." She couldn't believe she had told a stranger, a male she was not fine. He was a male and his heat stroked her body... she wanted to throw her arms around him and let him have her ...right here in the snow. It was an effort of will she did not think she had, just to be held and carried in the man's arms. There was something about his eyes that made her look back up into them, they were partly hidden by the shadows, "Th...Thank you... I I am Elisabeth...I...I had to get out of my home...the night terror...the dream... I I fear whatever haunts my dream that they are real and evil and I ...I ..." Tears well up in those beautiful green eyes, the long lashes try to blink them away as her voice lowers to almost a whisper. "I think I belong to them"<br/><br/>She buried her face in the man's chest and words tumbled out, she did not sound mad but stricken, lost... in need, "It is only a dream...I have it since I was a child... they...it... can't be real...I I am a scientist and nothing like that exists...my reason and logic tell me it ...it is just me...my own mind playing tricks but... I ...Know...I KNOW...they are real and...and... It terrifies me because they want me!!"<br/><br/>She falls silent since it takes everything she has to hold on...to fight the need and desire and fear in her...she had only once before spoken to another about the 'dream' and that had turned out badly...