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

	Once everyone had left the building that was supposed to Elizaveta made her way back to the main area where the bodies at had been laid out. Myska was following close behind her and on his back where the remaining bodies. The grand duchess was covered with blood from hoisting the bodies up and sighed as she pulled her once white gloves off. Tossing them to the ground as she spotted Constantin and smiling slightly towards him as she reached out and took the small pouch which held the relic she had asked for. [color=a187be]"Dank you,"[/color] she said in gratitude before she continued. 

	[color=a187be]Could you three please close all the doors leading to this room and seal them off? I do no vant any disruptions with the ceremony,"[/color] she explained. It was one that Vlad and Constantin had seen her perform many times over the years. It was her duty with the circus to ensure that none of their people fell and became Soulless. Mary too had seen this very ceremony only earlier that very day. She was glad to have only them around now. There was nothing she needed to explain now, no one to tell don't get in the way, no one to warm of what they were about to see. They all three had been through this before, all three she knew were capable fighters that could protect her during the ceremony if someone or something decided to come into the room. That, and she had Myska. 

	Myska took his place beside Elizaveta as she knelt down and removed the decorative egg from it's pouch and laid it down on the ground. It was time to start and it was going to be a long next several hours in prayer and in skill to try to save as many as she could. She could do nothing for Catherine, she had already changed but her true death could be tended to after the ceremony, as well as the other fallen Soulless. They had time with that. Right then, the pure as Elizaveta called them needed to be tended to. 

	The hours passed slowly and by the time Elizaveta was done she was beyond tired. Nearly fumbling her relic as she placed it back into its pouch. It was very unlike the Grand Duchess to be clumsy with anything but it was obvious she had spent more of her energy than she would have liked. There were many she had had to severe their souls and a couple of them nearly turned in the middle of it. Yet she had prevailed and now sat slumped, looking weary and worn. [color=a187be]"Ve must finish the Soulless truth deaths and then Ve can send these bodies to their homes to be put to rest,"[/color] she said as Myska curled up behind her and gave her a place to lean back against. The sooner they got back to the circus the better in her mind. 

	It was another hour before everything was taken care of and carriages were sent off to each persons respective home. Now that that was done, it was time to go. It would be a quiet carriage ride back to the circus for Elizaveta. Taking the Carriage with Myska and having the other follow behind them. The young heir to the throne of Russia fell asleep still covered in her blood stained gown during the trip, curled up on Myska as the tiger stayed vigilant protecting the sleeping woman. Tomorrow was another day and Elizaveta needed her rest. She had asked Mary to meet her for lunch at the circus the next day to meet the rest of her family. The evening would mean the swearing in of the new A.G. and Elizaveta wished to be there for it. 

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

	"If onlys we could but ifs we don'ts get to work on closing the house ups, Miss Emma might dismiss boths of us and Miss Milli needs up likes yous said," Abigail said before sighing deeply. "Maybes this is good? Wes gets the house closed up wes can get back to our homes outs in the country. Be goods for Miss Milli. Being aways from the city, outs in the garden. She loves it there. Gets her away from the horrors here," Abigail added before shaking her head slightly and rubbing her face. 

	Outside, Emma stood at the carriage for a few minutes as she got Millicent into the carriage. It seemed she was speaking a bit before the door closed and the carriage went on its way. Emma turned and headed back into the house, the door closing heavily behind her. "Come on, get this house cleaned and ready for closing up. We will be leaving within the next two days," she shouted with all the nerve racking shrill of her dear mother. 

	Abigail narrowed her eyes but let out a calming breath. "She is her mothers child that is fer sures," she spat before storming off to get started. She didn't like the idea of Millicent being off but perhaps Millicent could get some help at the hospital and if anything the sooner they got the house in London cleared up the better. She knew in her heart of hearts that Millicent would be far better off back at home than in this house in London. The country side was where Millicent loved to be and seemed the happiest. Perhaps that would bring her out of this comatose she was in. 

	Emma placed her hand on the rail and climbed the stairs. "I need hot water for a bath! Now!" Emma bellowed. Abigail was more than happy that she was not Emma's handmaid. She would have quit for sure if that was the case. Granted most of Emma's handmaids had been fired because they did not live up to what Emma thought of as standards, those that weren't fired ended up quitting. Her newest one was a shy timid girl by the name of Lily who couldn't have been more than fourteen. She had only started two days before and had already been driven to tears numerous times. Abigail ran into the girl in the kitchen and helped her fill water pails to be boiled. Being woken up in the middle of the night was never the way to spend the evening but at least she could lend a hand. 

	By the time Emma had settled in for the night it was beyond late. Abigail was rubbing her own eyes from dusting and covering furniture. Millicent still hadn't returned from the hospital and right then a body was being sent away from the house and to the families church to be prepared for burial. The carriage carrying Janes body had arrived a short time ago. Cook was kind enough to deal with it instead of waking Emma. No one wanted to deal with her right then. Now that the one tyrant that was left in the house was asleep Abigail rested her head down on her own bed and decided to try to get a couple of hours of sleep. At least Emma wouldn't wake until late in the morning, though Abigail hoped Millicent would return soon and Emma could go back to the hospital.