Demetri wiped his dripping brow as Thierry ranted and raved on the phone.
       "Impossible! How could he do this? She's even more powerful than I am! I don't believe it..."
       "I know," Demetri sighed, "I don't either. When this damn rain lets up we can try to track his scent--"
Florence suddenly pulled on Demy's now completely saturated sleeve. "She's moving! I-I think she's waking up!"

       Somewhere in the cloister of the abbey, Nick the Cutter lurched forward holding his head. Aubrey could relate to that pain, and had to hold back a tear of sympathy.
       "Does God speak to you Nicholas? What does he tell you? What is your vision?" Aubrey curled his willowy fingers in excitement.
Nick rubbed at his face, staring ahead in shock. "...Uh... Some bloody kid with curly hair says I should seek the light."
       "OH! You've been visited by Worshipper Nathaniel?! I shall be jealous for all my days, he hasn't visited me in centuries!!
"Seek the light"... Yes! Oh wonderful! You see his blood is the symbol of his great sacrifice, as you must sacrifice all that you love to God! He loves you Nicholas! I love you!"
       "...Okay."

Thank you all for wishing me a speedy recovery. UGH. This week was totally lame. It was finals at the school, AND I got super sick. Luckily I seem to be over everything but sounding like I have a crushed aluminum can for a voicebox. I am really happy with this page though, I think it's the most heavy metal yet! :D