. the yellow rain slicker. There was an umbrella, too, and she snatched it up while struggling to cover her robed figure with the raincoat. She didn't... even pause to shut the front door behind her, leaving the huge portal wide open, and she raced forward into the downpour.OH MY, it was cold! In the snugness of the mansion, she had never realized how chill the evening had become. It was one of those early-winter nights when people would remark "A few degrees colder, and we'd be having a. Her jeans were still down her thighs. She just sat their waiting for him to go. Her main worry was how to get home. How could she walk home with the stain of saliva on her t-shirt. How could she walk home with the dirt on the ground having soiled her jeans? What would people think?She was disgusted that she was wet, and that she orgasmed while she was being fingered. Sitting on the ground, she was very wet, and realised that she had urinated. The warmth of the urine gave her some. ‘Oh, Sven, you big bully. Those boys were only having fun. It’s only some dumb little bird.’ Normally Sven would have just accepted her comment and would have made no reply. Not today. He leveled his grey-blue eyes at Leyna. ‘Perhaps you have forgotten what today is. It’s Nuevenschlatt, the day we celebrate the rebirth of the earth. Do you think in killing this little bird that we are in keeping with the meaning of this day?’ He extended his hand, the chickadee still cupped in his palm, towards. Leaving Victoria so grief stricken that she ran off when her family was still recovering from the shock. She hadn't known that Peter had survived the bombing, nor that the night before the German planes flew over to unleash their payload of destruction, he had been seduced and taken by a vampire. It was two weeks later, after he had risen as a vampire already, that he learned of Victoria's disappearance. Though he searched for Victoria a very long time, he never found her. By that.