Her skin itched and she felt as of each breath she took was just adding to the pit tht had settled in her stomach. Reaching her study and barely managing to close the door behind her, Marilyn's leg slammed into the oak desk where she normally sat doing paperwork when her lessons were cancelled. 

The call had been from one of the hospitals they owned, however the male that had spoken to her had been cut off half-way trough his explanation. Only to be taken over by her parents voices. Reaching her desk and leaning against it as she tried to breath deeply, Marilyn managed to strive off her panic and nausea as she made her way back out and towards the stairs that would lead to her room. 

"She did it on our purpose. She knows its a damned weakpoint and she uses it...damn it." She mutters as she quickly moves up the steps and lossens the choker that hides her mark. Reaching her room and absently shedding her dress, shoes and socks as she nears her bed, she manages to tug a gray nightgown from where Artemis had left it. Crawling into her bed and tugging her sheets above her head she silently begins to count, Eros slides under her bed and hisses softly in reassurance.  The storm continued and after a few minutes, Marilyn was dozing with a faint nerve induced fever flushing her cheeks. She'd always been a sickly child, her insomnia didn't helplay matters either. 

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The fugure in black crouched low and brought the binoculars in his hand to his eyes, a slow grin dreading across his covered lips. His target was dozing and alone in her room, shifting and rolling down the roof he'd been using as vantage point to scope for any way of entrance. Landing quietly on his feet and merging with the nature shadows even with snow still falling, he shook off the frigid air and waited. 

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Rising to follow the butter out, Margaret allowed a small to pull her lips up. Her plan would be set into action, she'd have her money and all that belonged to her. Now if the man she hired completed his job.[@pyroman]