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

	Looking up from her prayer the Grand Duchess let slip a scowl as she looked around. This could not be the only ones that perished that evening and yet people were standing around talking still. Asking questions when there were souls to save. She understood people wanting to know what happened but this was dragging on far too long, putting others in danger. Though had she known that the question being asked by Fyror was about a woman he had spent so little time with over the course of a single day she might not even have felt that. Rising from her place she smoothed out the folds of her gown and decided she had waited long enough. 

	[color=a187be]"Dame Hale, please escort everyone remaining that is not yourself or the circus from the building. I will be getting to vork nov and I do no vish to be disturbed anymore this evening as there is vork to do and I do not believe anyone here can be of further assistance and vill in fact be a hindrance. Bodies will be sent to their families home once I am finished,"[/color] she said in a firm voice. [color=a187be]"Goodnight to all of you, nov leave."[/color] It was more than obvious that Elizaveta was more than an a tad vexed at this point. [color=a187be]"Could you have Constantin retrieve my bag from my carriage vhile you are escorting them out? I vill require my relic."[/color]She had waited, and waited, and waited for this to be tended to and yet people still felt the need to drag their feet. The larger threat was not the Soulless that had attacked right then but the ones that could be birthed that evening. If she hadn't felt it was her duty to god to keep more souls from being lost she would have left them, teach them a lesson for their slothful ways. 

	[color=a187be]"дядя Vlad, Если они откажутся уйти, убейте их."[/color] Turning on her heels, she walked out of the room and began her own search. Myska rising from his resting position, growling slightly before he padded off after her. Elizaveta knew she alone could not move a body from one room to another without wearing herself out too far to perform any more help but she could at least pile them on Myska's back and bring them back to the other dearly departed. Sometimes you just had to do things yourself because others couldn't be trusted to help. Emotions, lack of focus, or ego got in the way. Right then she felt it was a combination of all three with the group in general and it left a bad taste in her mouth. Though she pushed the thought out of her mind, she had work to do. Finding the first body, in the middle of the ballroom she removed her cloak and placed it along Myska's back before she took a deep breath and in her finest ballgown lifted with all her might, staining the dress in blood as she worked to place the body over Myska's back. 

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Wyndham Manor, London[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	"Miss Emma, she is no condition to travel," Abigail said as the door to Millicent's room was pushed open and Emma came inside. "She has been through so much this evening. Please, let her rest," she pleaded. 

	Millicent still hadn't said a thing or even moved. She could blink from time to time but that was the only movement she gave. A completely involuntary action. "Oh posh. Your mind is running wild. There was an attack, Millicent fought. She failed to save my sister and my mother was nearly killed as well. A few bruises will not get her out of her duties to this family," Emma stated as she walked in front of Millicent and took her hands quickly, eying Gerard for a moment before basically yanking Millicent to her feet.

	The girl stood under her own power but she had still yet to say a word and her expression was still blank. She looked like a puppet right then, being controlled by the movements of her step sister as she wrapped an arm around her and lead her out of the room. "Miss Emma, look at her! She's traumatized!" Abigail said, trying to move in front of them but being unable to get there before Emma had moved Millicent through the doorway and into the hall. 

	"You will bite your tongue! Stop spreading these rumors and keep quiet or you will be removed from service in this household and left on the streets!" Emma spat as she shot daggers with her eyes towards Abigail. Abigail's mouth snapped shut. She wasn't worried about losing her job but if she was sent away how could she be there for Miss Milli? Stopping her in tracks she lowered her head and nodded. "Good, now you and whoever else is up is to start closing the house up for the Season. Do you understand me?"

	"Um, yes Miss," she said before Emma gave her a curt nod and moved Millicent down the stairs and towards the door. Once they were out of ear shot Abigail let out a slew of curses that could have made a sailor blush as she wrung her fingers. Looking over to Gerard she sighed deeply. "I'd like to stick a bee in her bonnet and lets it sting her face I would!"