<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong>This premonition knowledge is IC for Ashley only.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br/><br/>Ivy pulled Imogene with her, as she moved closer to Ashley and Emily. The four girls huddled together as more musket shots rang out outside. Emily squeaked with fright each time another loud blast fired. Even though this was a dreadful situation, Ivy loved being with her friends...huddled as they were...close. She hoped nothing would ever change her life. For good or bad, she loved her circle of girls very deeply.<br/><br/>Ivy snuggled Imogene for a second longer, before leaning over and giving Ashley a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she murmured sweetly; but something was wrong with Ashley! Her eyes were still open and moving, but her body began to fall limp against Ivy.<br/><br/>Emily, still in Ashley's lap, cried out, "Oh no, is she dead!" There were tears threatening to well up in her eyes.<br/><br/>Bella moved down from her seat to join the rest of the women, worry showing on her pretty face. "No, no, of course not. She's just," and here she hesitated for a moment, "...just fine. Ivy? Imogene? Can one of you," and here she smiled at the girl again, sweet and reassuring, "take care of little Emily, while the other helps me to make Ashley more comfortable?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>((For Ashley Only))</strong><br/><br/>As Ivy kisses your cheek, everything goes dark and black; your eyes close, and your body gives out on you. You're somewhere else. The future, perhaps? A dream? As you see images flashing before you, you become convinced that this is a nightmare. You play, in the hedge maze, but there's something there...chasing you. A beast! Then, inside of Avonleigh--it must be that dread house--in a little girl's room, poor Emily looks deathly pale; her mouth slowly opens and something small begins to crawl out of it; the image darkens, before you can see what it is.<br/><br/>Then the dreams grow more, and more terrible. A room, with implements of torture; a flash of a servant screaming. And old man crying, and the awful images end with the voice of many, many men beyond a large door; the front door of Avonleigh...screaming, begging to be let in. You watch as Viktor Martin latches the door with a hint of a smile on his face, and then there's an awful, ripping, tearing noise beyond as the voices shrill in a crescendo, and then die in silence; the last thing you hear is the crunching of bone, and the sound of something wet being dragged away.