[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Almack's, London[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	Elizaveta took a soothing breath and lifted her chin a bit, composing herself as she normally did after a vision had come to her. The more intense ones could be painful but those she could at least figure out something about them. The lesser ones, while rather painless left her mind foggy for a time and wondering what could they mean. The darkness and death she saw though made her shiver, it was never a good sign and she could only pray that events would cause enough of a ripple in time that they never came true or that one of the more prophetic ones would come at a later time to give her some clarity on the situation. There was always the third option. That neither would happen and what ever grim reaper was waiting in the shadows would come to claim another soul and there would be nothing she could do about it. 

	Turning her head she watched as Constatin darted away from the scene and towards the front door. Why had he come in to the building in the first place? Concerned? About what? Her brow rose slightly but she shrugged it off. If the carriage was gone she would be angry but she would poke fun of him for it, of course it would be stolen on his watch and she knew she would never let him live it down. Granted if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't have let her live it down either. Was the way of things between them. Outside, the carriage was not where it had been left, though on looking about it had been moved by the staff out of the way while others were getting into their own carriages and leaving the scene. No harm, no foul - This time. 

	In the ballroom things were as calm as one could expect with dead bodies laying on the ground and one still left impaled on a music stand. Not to mention Janes and Catherine's bodies who had been left unattended since Millicent was drug off and Mrs. Wyndham was carted off to the hospital. Not that anyone around Elizaveta had been made aware of the situation. Elizaveta wondered what had happened to the young woman for a moment but her attention was directed towards a woman who she had no meeting with. Lacing her fingers before her, she took a small delicate breath before she spoke. [color=a187be]"I was not speaking to you, young lady. I was speaking to the gentleman. Unless he is unable to speak for himself and is a mute, don't ansver for him again vhen I speak to him. It is not your place or anyone's to speak for another. I vill trust nothing of vhat you say for I do not knov you and your lack manners dictate that I should not,"[/color] she said in a decisive voice as Thalken ran off. She had no time for arrogance, especially from an over spoken twat like this woman was coming off as. 

	[color=a187be]"Nov, if you vill please. Leave us be and take your snorting and eye rolling elsevhere."[/color] Turning her attention back to the fallen former leader of the Trained, she made the symbol of the cross before her chest and knelt beside him as she went into prayer for the mans soul. If he woman dared speak to her again after her dismissal she would feel sorry for her. She knew her uncle Vlad would not take well to the disruption.

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Wyndham Manor, London[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]
	
	Cook looked over slowly to Gerard and sighed. She had been in the study with him the entire time speaking to Abigail and within ear shot. Perhaps he just had not been paying attention. She could not fault him for it, the house seemed to be turned upside down by Millicent's arrival in the state she had been. Perhaps it was best he had not been listening or was perhaps just unaware of what the women were speaking about. That was a possibility since these things were not normally discussed within ear shot of a man. Unless he had had personal dealings with such a situation it was very likely he was just uneducated in such things that dealt with womanhood. 

	Taking a deep breath she reached out and took his hand gently in hers. She would not hide anything from Gerard, he was like a son to her. All the younger people in the house were, even Emma and Jane despite the fact they tended to treat the staff like any other in the ton would. Millicent seemed to be the only one since her father that treated them as equals. How could she tell Gerard what had happened? Why Abigail was rushing to make a tea with Diachylon. It was all a bit much. 

	"Dear, please sit down," Cook said in a depressed voice as she patted the cushion of the couch next to her. Waiting for him to be seated before she continued. Once he was, she found it hard to explain. Not so much hard to explain but hard to actually say the words. It came broken and Cook found herself choking back tears of worry and anger. "She.. Miss Milli... violated... worst way... tea... Diachylon... try stop... unwanted birth..." - it took her a long time to get even though words to come out of her mouth before she grabbed the hem of her apron and pressed it to her mouth in a clump within her shaking fist. "How could someone to that poor child?" she wept. One could barely heard Abigail's feet climb the stairs of the home and the door to Millicent's room close as she was taken the tea Abigail had prepared.