A follow up to Friday's scene

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like pagers in a book

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it had to happen sonner or later. queen mab had been giving ivy more and more things to be trusted with. so ivy like any teen pushed the shifting boundrys. oh yes she was old enought to see that was what she was doing, could see from all angles, but still it happened.

so now she sat pain racking her body, shame shimmering in her heart and cold water dripping on her head like japoneese water torcher. she could move she thinks and then desides not to.
they had had words, her and my lady. she had tryed to press her point of view, to keep my lady safe, to win the battle of wills. after all ivy had logic on her side. my lady had cara and time on hers if she had wanted to add them to the stakes. ivy just had her life.

quietly she prods the area of pain, hissing as she realises she had let it spread, her emoshonal state compramising the strict controle she held on her body. a controle she was finding was more and more needed. how long could she keep the mask up to gabrell?
another problem. ivy should be true to the pack, let them see her full weekness and how much she could be a liabilaty so they would know, so they could potect her. training from befor, kicks in. no no she must be strong push the advantage slodifie the pack befor .... befor they all die... befor ivy dose something stupid. no she was not that.

oh yes the esbat thought she was young, nieave, bubbly and bloody anoying. she smiled breafly thinking how brave she was to talk to the old and powerfull vampirs. how she had tryed very hard to convince the arch bishop to let her do her job, and the black hand man. ivy shudders as the watter keeps slowly dripping on her. did they realise her true skills. did any one but mab?

settling into a more comtable posishion, letting twisted mussles relax into warped shapes making her hunch slightly and a right hund curl up clutched to her chest. hell the hunch back was more pritty than her. ivy did not miss being pritty, you dont miss what you never had. that was what made her so good at her job. plain, avrage and nondiscript. in a croud she did not stand out and in crouds she did her most deadly work. most sabbat see death after there own has come. ivy had not it was part of the job some said. the same as rape or getting hooked to drugs or just disopearing. if your cover was blowen, some prat skrew up the intell and you was the lamb to the slater for the gratter good.

mind shifting, past did nothing more than leave skills and pagers in you mind to flick back on later. now and the futcher was change able. there was a birthday presesnt to get on top of the pack presents. a half smile spred across ivys face the right side slack, pulling the merth from it. mab did not know about the presants, it had taken time to fashion them all, time to pofect them. now they lay in one of her storage placers. she planned to give them just befor the next esbat meeting. let them all wonder, let all at the meeting know they was pack, they was dawn eclips, they saw, they hurd, they stood together yet walked alone. take one of use and hell comes with the rest.

that remineded her to speek to cara about spiders, yes spiders and salamanders.
quietly her mind never seacing carrys on plotting, anolising and probing. gorn was the quiet times her mind only thought one thing, now many pashions raged with in her.

One last time

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