-Drew-

"Talia!" An audible groan from the woman I was addressing. She turned to me lazily and sneered unhappily, as if she had not known it was me from the get-go. How sweet! To be honest, I was fairly surprised she could see me in the dark. The sweet, sweet irony of our meeting this night, though, was in the information I was to give the captain and…that (referring to Sarah, for those of you who are not quite bright enough to gather that). In the alternate, it was at this island, at a dance instead of an empty street, that I exchanged precious information to Talia.

And I would do the same tonight.

"Oh, oh Talia! I have information for you that I'm sure you'd like to have!" It caught her attention, at least. Sarah seemed casual, probably already knowing what I was going to tell her.

My radiance-drenched target of affections strode over and grabbed my collar, baring her teeth with a sadistic expression and demanding the information. Sarah had probably told her I would know. I smiled.

"I know where your brother is."

She shook me forcefully. "Where is he!?"

"…The Nosferatu was recently seen just off short of an island to the north." Her nostrils flared and she threw me to the ground with an aggravated cry. Then, an idea struck me. As she returned to her ship, I called;

"Ah--Talia! If you set sail tonight, the ship will no longer be to the north. You won't catch it."

"…Wanna bet?" she growled"

"…Wait until morning, then set sail for the east. I promise you'll catch it then."

She contemplated, glancing in the direction of north, east, then at Sarah, then at me, then at her ship, then back at me.

"Fine." She stalked off to her ship, Sarah following close behind, watching me warily. She knew not what I had planned, now that Talia had taken the bait (I did so hate to lie to her…the part about the east in the morning was true, though).

I waited several hours, then, with my ultimate skills of stealth, I snuck on board the sleeping Death Lily. I first entered what looked like Talia's room and found myself to be correct. Talia was sleeping silently near the rear of the room. Not wishing for her to come find me, I regretfully tied her wrists (handily near the feet of her bed--the ones on the bottom of the bed that held it up, you know) to the feet of her bed. With my work in her room finished, I gave her one last loving glance, then let myself out of the room and began looking for Sarah's room.

What luck, I came across it quickly and shut the door behind me with great stealth. I made my way quickly to her bed, where she, too, was sleeping, and took a seat, pulling out my blade (small one). I pressed it lightly against her throat and, either she heard me, or sensed that I was there, but either way, she woke up, so I calmly pressed my finger against my lips.

"Don't move, Pandora." She stared at me in silent horror, never expecting that I would catch her in such stealth. "…Surprised to see me?" She probably would have bitten me, had she been able. "…Yo--"

At that moment, the door flew open and Talia burst inside, her wrists adorned with ropes. I fought the urge to smile in admiration; she had broken the bonds.

Her face was nearly unrecognizable, contorted with indescribable fury. In a voice that barely sounded her own, she roared, "Get off my ship, scum." For once, I was taken aback. Even I was a little frightened of her.

In my moment of hesitation, Sarah stole my knife and threw it across the room. As I watched her do this, Talia took the opportunity to dash forward, causing me to run out of the room, chased by the beautiful demon that was Talia. She herded me on deck, over to the railing, then, in one fluid motion, picked me up and threw me overboard.

Oh…she was so strong and magnificent! If only she hadn't foiled my plans…I simply had to forgive her, my love wouldn't allow me to stay angry with her.

I would have another chance, though. Oh yes…I would have another chance to dispose of that disgrace to my family…