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[b]"Shit, you're right."[/b]

Steam would have been shooting out of Lyss's ears if this was a cartoonish reality. Lyss glared at the vampires as Frederick told them to cool it, and when the girls knocked the other two vamps out cold she felt like they'd been taught a good lesson by this. 

[b]"Sorry doesn't get my friends back, does it?"[/b]

Madison was completely right. Lyss felt her stomach twist, and the shame of letting those girls get sacrificed turned her usually pale face red. [i]How could I have let that happen?[/i] She thought bitterly. The shame she felt for losing this battle made it hard to be surprised when the Jaws manifested in a different way than usual.

Lyss looked at the three headed appearance of the apparition. His presence felt stronger than she'd ever felt. The look on Madison's face meant that this had never happened before.

[b]"... And we all suffer."[/b]

Lyss's stomach twisted even further. Into a knot that she felt only alcohol could unravel. It was all her fault. She'd told Blake fucking Schmidt about The Outsider, and he used his power and wealth to find the music box. Why didn't she see it coming? Why did she think an ancient spirit would scare him into staying away from it? All Blake heard was "ancient power" and his god complex did the rest.

She was going to kill Blake Schmidt.

She turned to the last conscious Vampire, her eyes fierce and almost ablaze with anger. She opened her mouth to speak, but flinched when the crash was heard upstairs. [i]Whose reinforcements? Ours or theirs? Will he still attack?[/i] She pressed her lips together for a moment. [i]I can't let him walk away from this without giving us answers first.[/i]

She reached down beside her and picked up the riding crop again. It wouldn't do much harm to his arms or cheek, but it would sting enough. She whacked him across the shoulder first. 

[color=D3D3D3]"If you want to save [i]any[/i] fucking ounce of morals you have after today, you're going to tell me exactly [b]how[/b] Blake Schmidt found the music box that contained the Outsider."[/color] She whacked him again. [color=D3D3D3]"[i]Now![/i]"[/color]