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[b][color=f26522]Sasha O'Neill[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a99d]Jean Belair[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a651]Rick Hoover[/color][/b]

[color=f26522]"Rick, lets go. Vladimir can bring us to the one who killed your lover. You can truely avenge her that way"[/color] Sasha spoke, not other words to speak than these. Slowly she shaking of Rick's body stopped and he let go of Sasha while slinding onto the floor like a drunken fool.
[color=39b54a]"I can never beat him. I am but a few weeks old Sash, I cannot kill a acient vampire like him"[/color] itbwas clear that Rick had become discouraged. It was expected, he had lost the sole reason why he had turned. Sasha, even tough she took pity on him, was not planning to see her cousin slide into a eternal sadness. She did not wished to see him pained until he would be killed. 
[color=f26522]"Rick, what would Nora say if she saw you in this mess. Vladimir is right, do not let the pain rule you. After we killed Vladimir2 you can properly mourn her"[/color]

Slowy Rick stoodnup but his head still hung. He looked at Nora's corps and walked towards her. Slowly he took her hand in his and slid the two weddingrings she wore of her ringfinger and put them on the cord where they had hung before.
[color=39b54a]"you two go ahead. I have something else to do. I will find you guys again. Maybe catch up with Jean and then join you all. But first..."[/color] Rick spoke no more as he lifted Nora in his arms and walked outof the room.
Sasha looked at them go and sighed, a small tear left the corner of her eye as she saw her cousin like this. Quickly shenrubbed it away and turned her attention back at Vladimir. 
[color=f26522]"is there a chance you will take me with you to Dracula or do I need to convince you to take me with you?"[/color]she said and grabbed her knife, holding it firmly in her hand.
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In the meanwhile Rick was running as fast as he could while carrying Nora's lifeless body. Tears streamed down his cheeks and were left as mere droplets floating in the air as he ran by. He knew exaclty were to burry her, the mansion where they had first met. At the st where he had worked and cut down, only to later on plant new trees back. It had been a few years and the young trees had grown some bigger. As he reached the fores he gently laid her down on the moss as he proceeded to dig a hole in the ground. A beautifull young red oak would stand guard over her eternal resting place. 

After he had buried her Rick mourned for a while before standing up. He took out his phone and dialed a number he had once gotten a long time ago.
[color=00a99d]"Belair, who is calling"[/color]