Hey all!

I love stories about the New Orleans guilds. And If I've seen a fic from Belladonna's point of veiw, it hasn't been recently. so I hope you enjoy this!

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Belladonna paced her room, looking at the pictures on her dresser. They were mostly of her with the one person who'd been her friend. She had a lot of people who had played with her, but only one person really mattered. HE was the best friend she'd ever had.

One of the pictures was of them playing Bullshit when they were five. Belladonna had always dominated him in that card game, being an unbelieveably good bluffer. But he had learend quickly enough. Belladonna rememebered tht shortly after that picture had been taken, her best friend had started to beat her at the game.

With a sigh, Belladonna picked up a more recent picture. It had them in a restaurant, Belle beaming, and truly living up to her name. He looked as handsome as ever, even though he was wearing unglasses. Even though the restaurant was dimly lit on its own. Actually, Belle knew, because it was so dimly lit.

Belladonna set the picture badck down, picking up another instead. This one had him without the sunglasses, on the whole how she preffered him. He could hide and lie tot eh others, but never to her. She could see through to the man underneath it all. What she saw was a man that had always been there, who loved her.

The picture hit the dresser with a sound thunk. Belle had, very carefully, slammed it back down. She wrapped her arms around her self, looking morosely in any direction but where the pictures where. Her father was furious, still, and refused to listen to reason. Belle realized that she shouldn't be pining over the man who'd murdered her brother, who'sname was a vile curse in her home. But seh was so incredib;y lonely. With both ehr brother and her husband gone,

The bed creaked under Belladonna's weight. She curled up with the pilllow in her arms. Not crying. She never cried. It was against everything she stood for. But she had to do something with all the sadness and loneliness bubbling through her, like she was being filled with this dark hopelessness from a different source, a strong powerful river of self-pity and grieving.

Belladonna wrapped the blankets around her, wishing desperatly for hte entrance of her husband, to provide much better insulation against the cold, and adam for the feeling building up inside her. She wished for her brother to walk in and say good night before going out on a job. Belle missed working. If she had something to do during the lonely nights, instead of just being forced to miss the two most important men in her life, beside her father, she might have been better.

Her job was looking more and more appealing to ehr every minute, as she lay in her bed, loooking at the pictures on her dresser. Yes, tomorrow she'd demand ehr father let her take a job. Maybe something easy, in case her emotional state messed ehr up. But it was time to get back to business. She hated just laying in bed missing someone who chose not to come bak for her. The mopy passive-aggressive attitude was not her style, adn never would be. Belladonna threw the blankets off of ehrself and strode out of er room, crossing the distance in large steps, not even glancing at the shrine she'd built to what had been. It was time to live in the present. Time to throw away the grief that was going to enfold her. Time to kill someone again.

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Peace and Love,

Panther Nesmith