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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 816816" data-attributes="member: 1255">Clairemont Mansion1st Floor – Entrance HallThe colour drained from her face, sitting on the cold floor hugging her feet to her chest, Jacqueline lurched forward uneasily.  Subdued by the attack of that... thing, she found it difficult to focus on anything else but its dead eyes, its sharp teeth glinting like diamonds in the darkness, its wicked hooked claws.  Her left upper arm still felt like molten lead had been injected into her veins, and there was nothing that a little hot wax and curtain strips could do to fix that.  She'd been hurt before, bitten even.  But this wound, which should have been just a bite, hurt more than anything she could recall in her life.  Not to mention that most of her arm was already purpling from the unbreakable grasp of that... thing.  The worst part were the eyes.  The thing was dead!  It had to be, the way it smelled, the way its head had been caved in.  But the unholy strength in its vice-like grip... it was horrible.She was unable to stop shivering uncontrollably, and now she had to crawl forward to a corner so that she could give in to her nausea and vomit.  Well, more a dry heave than anything;  she had always eaten light before a mission.  That thing was all over me.  But - it was dead!  It was totally impossible!  Not real at all...  I'm hallucinating, that must be it...  But the stench of the thing clung to her hair and her clothes, invaded her nostrils, overpowered the musty antique smell of the grand Entrance Hall she found herself in now.  And it lay there near the closet, where she could not bear to bring her dark eyes to gaze.The scratching noise brought her out of her reverie.  Her head jerked up, and she stood shakily, wiping her hand with her mouth.  She turned to look at the blonde woman.  "Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice faltering because of the terror welling up inside her.  "There's something out there."  Her eyes widened as it occured to her that it was probably another one of those... things.  Oh God, not again.  She rushed to the foot of the stairwell, peering off into the darkness above to see if her hunch is correct.  Quickly, she looked around for anything that would serve to barricade the stairs.  She realizes that at best she'd be able to slow whatever it is down, but that's all she can hope for.</blockquote>

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