Long, Long Way From Home
Previously…
An hour later, Christine found herself unable to focus. "Dean, where is-"
"Sammy? I know. I'm a little worried too." Dean finished for her.
"Maybe he went for a walk?" Gordon offered, "Seems like the 'take a walk' type."
Christine eyed Gordon warily as she continued polishing her Colt 1911. "Sure," She answered.
"Yeah, but I'd thought he'd be back by now." Dean sighed. Suddenly the door flew open, Sam stepped inside the room.
"Hey Sam!" Christine exclaimed, getting to her feet.
"Where you been?" Dean asked, standing up as well.
Sam shifted from foot to foot, taking a deep breath. "Can I talk to you guys, um, alone?" He asked.
"Mind chilling out for a couple a minutes?" Dean asked Gordon. Gordon shook his head, motioning to the door. Then he picked up a map and continued studying it.
Then Sam dropped a bomb on his older brother than confirmed Christine's earlier suspicions. "Dean, maybe we gotta re-think this hunt."
Chapter 14 : Barracuda
Christine stood back while Sam tried to convince Dean they should reconsider their motives in hunting the vampire nest.
"Look at me Dean, they let me go with out a scratch." Sam said, arms stretched out wide.
"Wait, so you're saying…" Dean started to try to understand. Then his instincts won, "No, no way man. I don't know why they let you go, I don't really care. We find 'em. We waste 'em."
"Why?" Sam asked, causing Dean to stop his retreat.
"What part of vampires don't you understand, Sam?" Dean spat. "If it's supernatural, we kill it. End of story, that's our job." He explained. He couldn't wrap his mind around the empathy Sam was showing for these bloodsuckers.
"No, it isn't Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil." Sam exclaimed.
"Of course they're killing people. That's what vampires do, they're all the same Sam. They're not human, ok? We have to exterminate every last one of 'em."
They continued like this until Sam called Dean out for replacing the loss of their Dad with Gordon. Then Dean punched Sam square in the jaw.
The boys returned to the room for a moment. She hung back, leaning against the driver's door of Baby. Sam was at the nest! He returned without a scratch. This had to be Lenore's clan.
"Gordon?!" Dean shouted, more scuffling in the room. "Son of a bitch!" He exclaimed, running back out into the parking lot, Sam bringing up the rear. They jogged over the impala.
Christine slid away from the driver's door, opening the rear. The boys climbed inside. "Can't believe this, just fixed her up too." Dean grumbled, reaching down below the steering column. As Dean hot wired Baby, Sam pulled out a map and began retracing the route the truck took him.
Sam confirmed the route, then said, "Lenore and her clan are leaving town they just want to-"
"Lenore?" Christine cut him off, earning a confused look from both men. "Uh, dark hair, big dark eyes. Soft, but firmly spoken?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Is this what you've been hiding this whole time?" Dean asked dumbfounded, slamming on the brakes just after the bridge.
"I wasn't sure, ok?" Christine exclaimed, "Keep driving Dean, please. If this is Lenore, we need to help her. Gordon is a monster. He's not the hunter you think he is, I-"
"We'll see." Dean muttered, cutting off her explanation, peeling out on the pavement. They arrived a few minutes later to an overgrown farm, just outside of town. Dean flicked off Baby's lights, and coasted down the gravel driveway. Gordon's red truck was parked just off the driveway partially hidden by some bushes.
Christine hardly waited for Baby to come to a halt, and she was sprinting up to the back porch. She needed to get to Lenore before Gordon killed her. Lenore had saved her life back in Atlanta. As much as she didn't like it, she owed the vamp a life debt.
"Son of a bitch," Dean swore, sprinting after her, Sam in tow. Christine plastered herself against the wall, just below the window, out of sight. The window was open, letting in the cool night breeze, letting out the tortured groans of a young woman.
Christine took a deep breath, and signaled for Dean to go first, and Sam to bring up the rear. They would slip in the back and clear each room until they found Lenore, Gordon or both. Dean nodded, and slowly eased the door open, Sam followed him inside. She left them, and moved around to the side of the house. The only light was coming from the kitchen. She slowly pulled it open, silently making her way into the house.
"Sam, Dean. C'mon in." Gordon greeted the boys.
"Gordon, what's going on?" Dean asked, suddenly unsure of the whole situation.
"I was just poisoning Lenore here with a little dead man's blood. She's gonna get her to tell me where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?" Gordon offered. He sounded cool, calm, completely in control.
"Look man," Dean started.
"Grab a knife, I was just about to start in on the fingers." Gordon said, slicing another cut into Lenore's arm.
As the boys tried to talk Gordon down from torturing Lenore, Gordon switched from torturing to now he was getting ready to "humanely" kill her. Christine had had enough.
Christine eased through the kitchen, taking care to not squeak any floorboards as she glided across the space. Before she could make another move Sam took a few steps forward and Gordon pointed his 'newly sharpened' knife at his chest. Damn. She exchanged looks with Dean, drawing Gordon's attention who was looking directly at Dean to her.
"Hey there Ms. Elliott." Gordon said cooly. He said it was familiarity. It was like he had been in this situation with her before.
"You've really done it this time, Walker." She said, stepping forward into the light. Dean took a step forward, but Gordon reacted too quickly for him to get a jump on him.
"Nice of you to join the party." Gordon said, pulling Sam towards him before Dean could take advantage of his distraction.
"Damn." Dean swore. How was he supposed to get Sam away from this mad man?
"He might be crazy, but I didn't say he wasn't good." Christine murmured.
Dean tried to talk Gordon down a little, "Hey, hey, Gordon. Let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about?" Gordon asked. "Like I said Dean, no shade of grey."
"Yeah, I hear ya." Dean said, starting to see why Sam and Christine were so freaked out by this guy. How could he have been so blind? Grief definitely made a man do crazy things. "And I know how you feel."
"Do you?" Gordon asked, suddenly curious to see if Christine had told their story yet.
"The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one-"
Gordon chuckled. Christine didn't tell them. Well then, "The vampire that killed my sister." He sighed. "That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her, made her one of them. That's why I hunted her down and I killed her myself."
"You did what?" Dean asked. He caught sight of Christine, her eyes had tears in them. Her body shook a little, and her hands were balled into fists are her sides. She definitely had some explaining to do later.
"It wasn't my sister anymore. It wasn't human." Gordon explained. "I didn't blink and neither would you."
"You knew all along then. You knew about the vampires. You knew they weren't killing anyone."
Christine nodded, "He's always known. Doesn't matter to this monster." She murmured through clenched teeth. Dean placed a hand on her arm, trying to get her to make a rational choice. She looked like she was going to rip Gordon to shreds.
"You knew about the cattle and you just didn't care." Sam confirmed. He exchanged a look with Dean.
"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? taking a break from slaughtering innocent people and we're supposed to buy that?" Gordon asked incredulously. "Trust me. Doesn't change what they are." He looked between the trio. "And I can prove it." He grabbed Christine's arm, pulling her behind Lenore. He sliced open a shallow cut on her forearm. She hissed in pain, but kept her eyes on Lenore. The vampire smiled weakly up at her. Dean caught the exchange between Christine and the vampire. From the looks of it, Christine had encountered both of them before.
"Let her go!" Dean shouted, gun still raised. His heart raced. Sam drew his weapon too.
"Relax, if I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor." Gordon soothed, still with uncanny calm. Dean gave Christine a look that she'll never forget. He had finally come to the understanding that Gordon was more of a monster than the vampire tied to the chair.
Gordon pulled Christine towards Lenore, keeping his machete pressed against her throat.
"It's okay Lenore. You can do this. You're the strongest, bravest I've ever seen." Christine murmured, her eyes never leaving Dean's.
"Oh shut up, bitch." Gordon warned her, turning her arm, letting her blood drip down onto Lenore's face. "Just making a little point."
Lenore began to shake and her fangs suddenly sprang to life. She snarled, but kept pulling away like she didn't want to be anywhere near Christine's arm.
"Hey!" Dean warned, taking one step closer.
"Still think she's different? Still want to save her?" Gordon asked. "Look at her. They're all the same; evil, bloodthirsty." He concluded.
For the first time, Dean really took the time to look at her. He watched baffled as Lenore stopped snarling, her fangs retracted and she moaned, "No, no!"
"You hear her Gordon?" Sam asked, as Lenore continued to protest. "I think we're done here." He concluded as Gordon stepped back and dropped the knife. Christine immediately bent down and began untying the vampire.
"Christine, Sam, get her out a here." Dean ordered, still pointing his gun at Gordon. "Gordon, I think you and I have somethings to talk about."
Christine helped lift Lenore into Sam's arms. Then she held open the door as they go her as far away from Gordon as possible. She wanted to stay and help Dean subdue Gordon, but she didn't want to leave Lenore. She needed to make sure the vampire and her clan got out alive.
"Thank you, Christine." Lenore whispered as they pulled up to an old abandoned factory on the other side of town. A group of vampires emerged from the shadows. Eli, her second in command stepped forward to help Lenore out of the Impala. "It seems I am in your debt, again." The vampires around her looked a little wary.
Christine shook her head, "No, Lenore. This makes us even." She said evenly. Her eyes were full of tears. She never thought she'd get a chance to repay this life debt. It was strange enough being saved by a vampire, let alone, getting to save them in return.
She handed Lenore a wad of cash, and gave her directions to the nearest town where they could catch a bus or train to the other side of the continent if they needed too.
"Christine!" Sam shouted out the driver's window. "Let's go get Dean!"
"Coming!" She shouted, hugging Lenore one last time. Then she jogged over to the Impala and Sam raced back to the farm.
"We miss anything?" Sam asked entering the dining room. Gordon was silent, tied to a chair, just like Lenore had been. Dean looked a little worse for wear, but at least he was upright.
"Lenore get out okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, all of 'em did." Christine answered, stepping forward towards Gordon.
"Well, looks like our work here is done." Dean said with a grin.
"How you doing Gordie?" Christine asked, circling him once. "Have to tinkle yet?" She asked leaning into be eye level with him.
"Alright," Dean said, stepping forward, placing a hand on Christine's shoulder. Then he continued to walk around Gordon to the kitchen table. "Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in oh, two or three days. Have 'em come out, untie you." Dean slammed Gordon's machete into the table top.
"Ready to go, Dean?" Sam asked, wrapping Christine's wound in some gauze they found in the kitchen.
"Not yet." Dean said, coming back around to face Gordon. This whole time, the man never spoke. He just kept staring at them like he was going to rip them to pieces. "I guess this is goodbye," Dean said with a chuckle. "Well, it's been real." He mused, then swung and punched Gordon so hard he fell over, still tied to the chair. "Okay, I'm good now." Dean said sniffing slightly. "We can go." He said as nonchalantly as possible.
Sam scoffed with a slight grin, letting go of Christine's now bandaged arm. The trio left the house, and Christine went on ahead, slipping inside the Impala. She vaguely heard Dean ask Sam to clock him, and Sam of course refused. Then before sliding into the car, Dean confessed he wished they never took this job. He was having trouble reconciling the way they were raised and what they knew now.
She let them have their moment. She needed to figure out how to combat the bombardment of questions she was going to get from the eldest Winchester. Sam seemed okay with the idea that she had encountered Lenore and her clan before.
Dean didn't press the issue on the way back to the motel or on the drive out of town. He did corner her once they stopped for the night at a motel on their way back to Sioux Falls.
Sam had gone out for a walk, and Christine lay flopped down on one of the queen beds, reading a book. Dean emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered. Christine looked up and closed her book, "My turn." She murmured, closing the book and sitting up on the edge of the bed.
"Hold on a second." Dean said, pulling on a t-shirt.
Here it comes…She thought as he sat down next to her. "What's up?" She asked brightly with a fake smile.
"We need to talk." Dean murmured, swiveling a little on the bed so his torso faced her, tucking his right leg up onto the bedspread.
"Oh," Christine said, "About what?" She asked, her gaze at her feet.
Dean sighed. He was tremendously mad at her during the last hunt. He thought it was unforgivable how she had withheld information and basically lied to his face about Gordon and her involvement with Lenore. Then the drive to the motel helped him calm down and think clearly. He wouldn't have listened to her, hell he hadn't listened to Sam until it was almost too late. "You don't trust me." He said, putting it out there.
"Of course I do, I-" Christine got to her feet, her defenses in full force.
"No." Dean stopped her, standing up to face her. "You don't." He said angrily. As much as he wanted to stay in control, Christine always made him more emotional than he planned on.
"Dean," She warned, "I don't think you really want me to burden you with my past." She sighed. She wasn't sure she was ready to share it either.
"Try me." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "We've got all night, sweetheart. Sam's found a little honey down at the bar, so we're on our own." He took a step forward to close the distance between them.
She took a step back, closer to the other bed than she thought. Dean advanced one more step and she retreated, hitting the edge of the other bed, falling back onto the mattress. "Son of a bitch!" She swore, tumbling onto the soft semi soft surface.
Dean leaned over her, pinning her to the mattress, wrists secured above her head. "I could tie you to the bed, try a little sexual frustration to loosen that sweet little tongue of yours…" He whispered hotly into her ear.
"Fine!" Christine yelped as he delved his tongue into her ear. "B-but y-you n-need to g-go over t-there." She pointed to the other bed she had just come from. Dean just chuckled darkly, pressing open mouthed kisses to her throat. "I'll talk, I promise!" She whined, pushing him off her. She took a deep breath. "I met Lenore and her family in Atlanta." She watched Dean carefully
Dean retreated to couch sitting down on the end, reclining against the arm. Christine sat up, running her hands through her hair. "Okay, so why didn't you take care of the nest then and there? Were they still 'vegetarians'?" He asked using air quotes and a lopsided mocking grin.
Christine ducked her head. She sighed, "She saved my life."
"What?" He asked, sitting up a little straighter.
"I'd been bitten and force fed by a vamp before I managed to kill it." Christine explained, suddenly on her feet, rounding the end of the couch, pacing the space before it.
"And you weren't turned?" He asked, "How is that even-"
"Possible?" She finished for him. "I had no idea that it could happen. I thought I'd have to go back to Bobby's and have him end it. I don't even know how she did it." She laughed bitterly. "After making sure I hadn't fed, two of them held me down while Lenore forced some crazy concoction that tasted like ass down my throat. I threw up all the poison that was changing my body from human to-"
"Vampire." Dean finished for her. Dear God this woman was tougher than he thought. "What was it like?" He asked suddenly curious.
"What? Being a vampire?" She barked a laugh, "Loud, confusing, overwhelming." She sat down on the edge of the couch, next to Dean's outstretched legs. "Powerful, centering."
"Centering?" He asked, with a scoff.
She sighed, "Yeah," then took a breath, "You know how Gordon was talking about 'black and white, no shades of grey', shit that like?" Dean nodded. "It was overwhelmingly clear that I was no longer just a hunter, I was also hunted. My senses were so sharp I was almost dizzy, not quite over but just at the edge. I think that's what I meant by p-"
"Powerful." He finished for her with a nod. "Hmmm." He made his signature thinking noise.
"Gordon Walker is a monster. He was supposedly in Atlanta at the same time. I never saw him, but I heard rumor he was in the area. That's when I discovered a rogue vamp from Lenore's camp. The vamp didn't want to live on cattle blood anymore. Lenore actually asked for my help in executing him. I was successful, but not without a price."
"So she saved you because you helped her stay under the radar." Dean said, understanding flickering in his eyes. There was also something burning there, desire.
Christine nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. "She did give me a choice. She said I could complete the change and join her clan. Or she could cure me."
"Why the cure?" He asked before he could stop himself.
"You can't be serious?" She laughed.
Dean shrugged, "What?" He asked, surprised at himself.
"I chose the cure because I had unfinished business as a human being. I knew being a vampire could help me hunt, hell it could probably make finding the demon that killed my father a hell of a lot easier." Christine erupted with anger.
"Unfinished business, huh?" Dean teased, waggling his eyebrows.
Christine rose to her knees on the couch, shuffling a few steps before she settled in Dean's lap, her knees resting on either side of his hips. "Yes, Winchester. Unfinished business." She murmured. "I didn't want to become a monster before I knew what being with Dean Winchester felt like." She pressed her lips to his, and he groaned as she ground her hips against his lap.
"This, Dean Winchester, is he worth it?" He asked in a whisper, staring up into her eyes. Her ferocity always left him breathless.
"Always." She answered with a soft smile, sitting back on her heals. He sat up a little too, pulling her into closer to his chest, lifting her hips a little so his eyes were almost even with her breasts. "You like this position don't you?" She teased, biting her lip.
"You have no idea," He growled, leaning forward, letting her settle down on his lap. He pressed a few kisses to her exposed collar bone.
"Was that considered a fight?" She panted, threading her fingers into his hair. She moaned as he pulled off her tank top.
"If that means we're going to have hot make up sex," Dean grinned against her chest, "Then, oh hell yes." He kissed her again, tangling his tongue with hers.
He quickly undid his fly, and with her help, slid the fabric down and away from his hips, letting his erection spring free. She stood up, going to the door and locking the deadbolt and throwing the chain. He shed the rest of his clothing. She returned to his side, sliding off her sweatpants and panties.
"You're so beautiful," Dean murmured as she settled back down on his lap. He slid his hands up her sides, skillfully unclipping her bra. He slid the garment down her arms, and tossed it over his shoulder with a flourish. He latched on to a nipple, tongue circling it as his hands smoothed up and down her back. He bucked his hips up to grind his erection against her glistening folds. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you chose the cure." He said, slipping a hand between them, inserting a finger into her core. She moaned, falling a little against his chest. He stroked her, adding a second finger while kissing her deeply. "You ready, baby?" he asked, pushing the hair out of her eyes. Clearly he meant for her to remain on top. Was she ready for this? She knew Dean wouldn't hurt her, so she went for it. She bit her lip and nodded. She felt like she would explode if he didn't get inside her soon. Slowly, he lifted her up, and positioned himself at her entrance. Then with patience and skill he grasped her hips and helped her settle down onto him. "This is a little different, you get to set the pace and the depth, baby." He whispered into her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.
Christine felt so incredibly full, stretched and whole. She lifted her hips just a little, then settled back down on his lap, earning a delicious moan from his pink, plush lips. She placed her hands on his shoulders, moving carefully up and down his length. He helped her a little, holding her back and moving his hips in time with her thrusts.
"Chris," He murmured, cupping her cheek, "talk to me. How you doing, baby?" He asked gently, his lips lingering on hers.
"Oh," She gasped into his mouth. "So good," She panted, throwing her head back a little, arching her back. He slipped a hand between them, stroking her clit.
"I want to feel you come just like this," He murmured, watching her shudder with pleasure. "Come for me, Christine. Let me have it, baby." He thrust a little harder to meet her this time.
She loved to hear her full name come from his lips when he was breathless like this. "Oh Dean," She moaned at his words, her eyes slowly opening. She found his gaze fixated on her breasts as they bounced. Taking advantage of his distraction, she let her hands slide up her hips and torso to cup her breasts. She bit her lip and let loose a sensual sigh.
Dean grunted, "Oh, what a naughty girl." He chided, rolling his hips just right so she exploded right then and there.
Her orgasm snuck up on her. She didn't expect Dean to remain in control, definitely a newbie mistake. She cried out, arching her back and shaking with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. She collapsed against his chest, letting him kiss her mouth tenderly. "That was incredibly hot." She murmured, enjoying being held so tightly against him.
"I agree." He chuckled, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch. He cradled her against him as he stood and walked them over to the bed closest to the bathroom.
He deposited her in the middle of the bed, watching her squirm under his roaming gaze. "Has Dean Winchester ever had, 'hot make up sex'?" She asked with a smirk, using air quotes as he climbed on top of her.
"Once," He answered, brushing his lips against hers. Cassie, He thought for a moment. Then he gazed into Christine's green eyes and the memory of his first time and furious reunion faded away. Her foot stroked up and down his buttock, urging him closer. He settled himself between her thighs and entered her with one swift push. He thrust into her a few more times, taking her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. "Want to try another new one?" He asked, grinning wickedly down at her. She loved this playful, adventurous side of him.
"Okay," She nodded, her eyes narrowing with concentration. She wanted to please him so bad.
"Turn over," He instructed. He wrapped his arms around her, spreading her legs, lifting her up so she was positioned on her hands and knees. He placed himself at her entrance, "Relax, breathe for me baby."
She glanced over her shoulder at him as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Pleasure beyond her wildest expectations coursed through her entire body. "Sweet Jesus." She moaned.
She felt Dean lean over her, his lips hot against her ear, "Oh just wait, baby doll." With that he straightened up away from her and began pounding into her.
Christine felt herself slip a little, and hugged a pillow underneath her stomach for support. Dear God it felt like he was going to rip her apart and give her the best orgasm of her life all at the same time.
"Oh fuck!" Dean panted, "You are so fucking tight, sweetness. So. Good." Just a few more thrusts and Christine tumbled over the edge of oblivion, Dean followed her with a roar of satisfaction. He pulled out of her, and disposed of the condom quickly so he could tend to her.
Christine felt like the room was weightless. She didn't quite register the reality of still having her ass stuck up in the air. Dean returned to the bed and helped her unclench the pillow and snuggle into his chest.
"We should fight more often," Christine said after a few moments.
"As long as it ends like that, I'm in." Dean murmured with a cheeky grin, kissing her temple.
"Always," Christine murmured as sleep overtook her.
A few hours later, she woke to find her tank top and panties back in place, Dean snored softly in her ear, he at least had his boxers back on. She leaned up on an elbow. Sam sat at the table in the tiny kitchenette. The light from his computer gave his face an eerie glow. She slid from the bed, padding softly to the bathroom. After relieving her bladder, she reemerged to find Sam still at the table.
"Hey," He whispered, flashing her a sheepish grin.
"Hey," She answered, sliding into the chair opposite him.
"You two okay now?" Sam asked, looking her in the eye.
Christine always appreciated how direct Sam was when it came to his brother. She nodded. "Oh yeah." She grinned, pressing her knuckles to her lips with a giggle.
Sam rolled his eyes, but kept his smile. "All that matters is you two trust each other. We can't work together if we don't trust one another."
Christine nodded. She thought for a moment. "Sam, there are a few things you need to know about me, things that happened with Lenore back in Atlanta." She began softly.
Sam sat back in his chair, and closed his laptop. "I'm all ears."
For the next half hour Christine told Sam the same story she told Dean a few hours earlier.
"Huh," Sam scoffed, "That explains a lot." He smiled. He continued speaking when he caught her look of confusion. "Well, it makes sense that you felt you owed a life debt to Lenore, regardless if she was a vampire or not." He chuckled softly, "Dean was so pissed. He even called you 'Xena Warrior Princess' at one point."
"Really?" She said brightly, a little afraid it might become a nickname or something.
"Really," Dean said groggily from their bed.
"How long you been awake?" Sam asked, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, walking over to the empty bed.
"Long enough to know you two kids have made up in your special nerdy way." Dean said with a smile. He swung himself out of bed and took over the bathroom for a few moments.
"What? Talking?" Christine exclaimed. Dean emerged from the bathroom, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "Well, considering we talked then had make up, well we-"
"Okay, that's far enough." Sam said, clapping his hands over his ears. "I get the picture," He motioned between them. Christine giggled, and Dean chuckled.
"Get used to it Sammy, she's not going anywhere, if I can help it." He said suddenly sober. Then he laughed again, "Alright, enough chick flick moments. Let's grab a few more hours then high tail it to Bobby's." He knew Christine missed Bobby. He wouldn't admit it, but he missed the old man too.
from the author's desk…
Barracuda - Heart - personally the guitar riff is just PERFECT for Christine's hunting debut with the boys. I know, she helped for a hot second on the Rakshasa hunt in Wisconsin. Now, she's had time to get comfortable with Sam and Dean, so she's back to her usual, take charge self.
Up next we'll have a little pit stop at Bobby's. Everyone will go their separate way for a little while. Then I'm picturing having Christine at the Roadhouse visiting Jo when the boys show up and snag Jo's file. I'm toying with the idea that Christine will go with the boys, or she'll stay and then help Jo when she decides to go anyway. We'll see where Christine takes us. She's the one driving this boat anyway…cheers!
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Lumora the White