The Broken Friendships

[Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff.]

(Avrietta ran up the stairs to the floor where Tiffany's room was located. She made her way to that door and began banging on the it with desperation. Inside, Tiffany was sleeping when the sound of the banging woke her up. She slowly stood up and walked drowsily over to the door. She unlocked the door and she screamed at the sight of her friend.)

Tifffany: Avriletta!!

Avriletta: Tiffany..

(The two embraced. Avriletta was happy that Tiffany had survived the Sovereigns' attack and the wound left by Count. The two broke from their hug and took a few steps back. A look of concern was over Avriletta's face. Tiffany knew immediately what troubled Avriletta.)

"Count really took Emily?"

"I'm sorry, Ave.," Tiffany started to tear up, "i tried to get her to send herself in my stead. but i lost too much blood." Avriletta put her arms around the blond

"You needn't blame yourself. You know she love you too much to listen to you. We can't change wh-"

"I know we can't change what happened!" Tiffany pushed out of Avriletta's arms, "Count mentioned that he was going to make her into one of his agents... I know she's safe... but I- know something bad is gonna happen!"

"Wow, ok new subject. Amy and Stiff, where'd they run off to?"

Tiffany wiped her face with the shhet she had wrapped herself in, "I don't know. Emily might have sent them to Germany... they do that when you go away." the door shut in Ave's face, "I'm going to go change and get a bite to eat. I'll see you you later." came through the shut door

"oh... Ok."

(Tiffany headed back into her own room to change. Once she put on suitable clothes, she made her way down stairs. Avriletta went into her room and grabbed some clean clothes and a towel. She made her way into the bathroom, removed her clothes before stepping into the shower.)

[Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff.]

tiffany trudged back up to her room full and unhappy. the blond looked over to her sister's room waited a moment and became a whole new level of insecure. who was she gonna pick on when she was bored, or bother when it was inconvenient? Tiffany had been a 'we' for so long... it would be a difficult transition to a 'me'.

her bed greeted her softly as she careened on to it, her clothes discarded to her bed side table. a restless sleep ensued

[Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff.]

(The alarms woke up the wounded girl as she tried to block out the sound with her pillow.)

Tiffany: Five more minutes....

(She then realized that it wasn't her alarm clock, but the alarm from the mansion. She quickly got up, put on some clothes and went down stairs.)