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Emma Randall quietly sat down and frowned at her book, she wondered whether or not her friend Margaret would be arriving soon. She was late, which was unusual for Margaret, even though it was not unusual for Emma herself. She put the book down and stood back up, staring out her slightly dusty window down into the dark alleyway below, the moon just barely lighting the alleyway. She sighed, thinking about how disastrously her life had changed in the past few months. A few months ago she was a young woman with both loving and wealthy parents, now she was a young woman with deceased parents and barely any money, as her parent's had had multiple debts to pay, reducing her inheritance to almost nothing. Emma had dismissed her family's servants, sold most of their belongings, and had moved into a small, dingy apartment in an attempt to minimize how much money she spent.
Emma had invited all her old friends over multiple times, but none had shown up, except for Margaret. When Emma had questioned the missing friends, she had finally received a letter that basically admitted that none of them cared about Emma now that she was poor. Margaret, however, understood how Emma felt, as Margaret was in a similar situation, although her parents weren't dead, rather they had disowned the girl. Margaret worked in a dingy bar as a, Emma shuttered, prostitute. Emma was not ready to lower herself to that level, even though she had a terrible feeling that it may be the only way to survive as a single woman. Emma sighed, then a movement outside her window caught her attention. It was Margaret! It was with a sinking feeling in her stomach that Emma then saw a man following her.
"Margaret!" Emma gasped, and then she turned from the window and rushed through her room, through her door, onto the landing, and down the stairs. She quickly reached the bottom and rushed past the confused clerk at the desk, and outside into the main street. For a second she was disoriented, and then she turned and rushed into the alleyway underneath her window. There Margaret was, quietly walking with the man directly behind her.
"Margaret! Look out!" Emma shrieked. Margaret looked at her, stunned, but then the man grabbed her from behind and she also shrieked. Emma rushed forward to try to distance the man away from her friend, but then another set of arms wrapped around her and she, scared, began to scream, but a large hand clasped over her mouth. She kicked and bit her captor, but there was no sign that her struggle even affected the man holding her.
"Well Charles, look like we both will have a treat tonight. Our own separate ones!" Said the man holding Margaret. Charles, continuing to hold Emma, snorted.
"Some treat Henry. It fights back." Charles stated dryly, as Emma continued to wiggle and try to scream.
"Well, that's half the fun." Henry stated, holding Margaret with the same ease that Charles held Emma.
"Should we take them back to the coven? Or do it here?" Charles asked.
"Normally I would say coven, but these two are fighting. Still, we should attempt to wait until we arrive at the coven. Although I must say that I am looking forward to having this one." Henry stated, suggestively running one of his hands down Margaret's face and neck. She tried to kick him, but he laughed.
Emma was still fighting against her captor, Charles, as he suddenly kissed her neck. She felt her body calming down even as her mind still continued to fight. What was happening to her? Why was she all calm? Charles continued to kiss down her neck and she could feel her body going limp against her will. She felt his hand come off her mouth and he scooped her up, bridal style. She could see the same happening to Margaret, whose slack face also looked confused and terrified. Seconds later the confusion and terror vanished, replaced with a sleepy look of indifference. Emma could feel her face slacking into the same vacant look as Charles began to carry her away from her apartment. Everything then went black.