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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Docks near the [I]Bellona[/I] (Port of Tortuga)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W9l8ePxH28][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena's breaths came in and out more sharply, and her blue eyes widened. Fear seeped into the countenance of a woman who was normally so confident and dauntless. She honestly did not know what scared her more, her best friend and captain being turned against her or the insatiable thirst for blood that was quickly overpowering her. She raised up her bare hands with her palms facing towards Harlianne in hopes of showing that she meant no harm. She generally preferred to talk her way out of sticky situations such as this, only using violence as a last resort. [color=66CDAA]"Please Harlianne. I beg of you, don't do this. You aren't yourself right now,"[/color] she stated pleadingly before whispering. [color=66CDAA]"And neither am I."[/color]

	She could feel it residing deep within her, the hunger for blood. It was gnawing at her. The blood was calling to her. The sight and smell of the corpses simultaneously repulsed her and entranced her. She could not take it for much longer. The strain of fighting against the sensation was becoming almost unbearable. [color=66CDAA]"Harlianne, please! I know you are still in there somewhere. I need you now more than ever! I can't fight it, the hunger! I don't want to hurt you or anyone else! Help me--"[/color] she cried out, her voice quickly turning into a scream. She gripped fists full of her hair and clawed at her face, her nails drawing blood as they raked down her skin. 

	Her resolve suddenly broke. She couldn't fight the blood thirst any longer. The urge was so great that it hurt to neglect it or resist it. She basically collapsed down onto her knees in the midst of the horde of corpses. She leaned over and cupped her hands together in order to scoop up handfuls of blood. Without a second though, she brought her blood-filled hands to her parched mouth and drank the blood thirstily. Blood dribbled from her chin and ran down her neck as she drank several handfuls of blood.
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Inside then outside [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPY6Pxvl9UI][color=B22222]- [I]"Smokestacks" by LAYLA[/I][/color][/url]
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	Edgard's smirk faltered when his gaze landed on Alisanne and took in her expression. She seemed almost--bored? Since when did she not find his murderous ways wickedly attractive? After all, they had been drawn to each other, from nearly the beginning, by the ruthlessness they had seen in one another. Something was not quite right here. She seemed more distant than normal, like she wasn't entirely there. His brows furrowed slightly as his blue-eyed gaze looked her over, taking in the icy blue gown she wore and the flowers pinned in her hair. It was oddly all the same as the day he had first met her. It seemed too precise, like it was a memory rather than reality.     

	The corners of his mouth turned down into a frown. That niggling sensation that she was an illusion came back full force. But if she wasn't actually here then where was she? His facial expression hardened, and his stomach twisted into knots. She was still being held captive--[I]or dead.[/I] He barely held back a feral growl at the thought of anyone harming her, let alone killing her. His hands shook slightly as they clenched into fists at his sides. Emotions swirled within him in a volatile mixture of anger and desperation. He wanted Alisanne, the [i]real[/i] Alisanne, and he wanted her so bad that he had somehow conjured her up in his mind. He really was going mad, mad for her.

	He was snapped out of his brooding thoughts as the fake Alisanne before him walked out of the tavern. [i]NO![/i] He wasn't ready for her to leave yet, even if she was just an illusion. [color=B22222]"Alisanne wait!!"[/color] Edgard called out, running after her. He practically barreled through the doors of the tavern, and with long strides, he quickly caught up to her and cut her off. As he stood before her again, his mouth opened and closed, seemingly having trouble forming words as he stared at her. He noted that her attire had entirely changed. She now wore something that would more likely be seen on a peasant or slave. It was certainly strange, but he did not think much of it.

	Edgard wordlessly closed the remaining distance between them. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips as his hands caressed her cheeks. [color=B22222]"Mark my words. I will find you, and I will avenge you, mon amour,"[/color] he vowed as he pulled away. His voice sounded determined, but his eyes revealed the emotions that were slowly tearing him up inside.