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Post by Cereah Grayson on Feb 14, 2009 3:53:48 GMT -5
Cereah listened to Kyle confirming what she had already expected. As she sat there the realization of it all set in. Cereah was trying to control her emotions but even as a vampire, her french temper was a force to be dealt with. She was upset that in all the years that Kyle had know her father and her that he had never told her this before. As she said there her temper got the best of her. In one fluid movement she got to her feet and looked down at him as she started talking rapidly in french to him. "How could you not tell me the truth about my father? I had a right to know that there was more of my family out there. How could my father never tell me? What else did he hide from me?" When she had finished she just stood there waiting on the answer's
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Post by lacycullen on Mar 3, 2009 20:16:50 GMT -5
Violet watched as Cereah went off on Kyle, yelling at him in French, which she understood every word of. She found it quite amusing that she and Cereah had so much in common as far as their temperaments. Anytime she was frustrated, she went off the hook in a mixture of English and French, but mostly French. She remembered the last argument with Evan, before he left and immediately felt great sadness in the harshness she had used against him. It wasn't entirely his fault that she became angry; she had just used him as a scapegoat because he was her boyfriend.
"Cereah," she called softly. "I think they never told us to keep us protected. Your father did not want you to be hurt that you could have had a mother, just like Lyra never really told me much information about your father. Neither wanted to hurt anymore, so they thought it would be best to forget. But, what is important is that we have found one another and we are practically sisters now."
For so long, Violet had wandered around so alone and without a family. Now, she had a sister. This was something totally foreign to her; the concept of family. She had not had one since her human life, which was stolen from her. Now, for the first time in a century, she had hope.
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