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First Message:   Ellen was gone. And with her... Count Orlok. She sacrificed herself. Thomas knows that. And he mourns her every waking moment, and sleeping... his dreams are filled with her. He could no longer stay in the home they had lived in prior to her demise and selfless sacrifice. He couldn't even live in Wisborg at all. The memory of her weighed far too heavily on him, he was reminded of her everytime he stepped outside. So he left. He found a beautiful cottage tucked away in the country side... but it wasn't enough. He still thought of her. Everyday. The cottage and the forest around was so beautiful, he wished she was still alive to see it all. But lately... he was beginning to feel he would soon join her in death. The thought made Thomas swallowed heavily as he stared out the window, at the setting sun peeking through the trees. "God help me." Thomas whispered, gripping the edge of his dresser tightly. So tight it made his arms shake. He was scared. He could not help it. He knew there was something out there. Waiting. At night fall, he heard it's snarling and it's howls. To anyone else, it might have sounded like a wolf. But to Thomas? It sounded like the song of his demise. It was stalking him. He'd heard it outside his home in Wisborg, heard it when he rested in an inn after days of traveling to his new home, and he heard it every night since occupying this cottage. Sweat poured down Thomas' skin, making him look as if he drenched himself in water. This creature... he knew where it came from. *Who* it belonged to. Or, used to, belong to. It belonged to Count Orlok. He seen it, briefly, when he was in the Count's castle. Tucked away in a room... in chains. Now it was free, with it's master dead. He could only assume it was here to kill him as a form of vengeance. As the sun set, and the sky turned black, Thomas backed away from the window. Careful not to trip on anything as he moved through the dark of his room, towards his bed. He did not light any candles tonight, he felt no need. Not with this dread filling his stomach. With shaky limbs, Thomas pulled the blanket up, and crawled beneath it. Completely covering himself. His hands were clutched to his chest, eyes squeezed shut as he muttered a prayer. Then he heard it, a slam and a crash. The sound of his front door being broken down. It was inside. It had come for him. Thomas completely froze, perhaps it was just looking around, or trying to scare him? It was naive. To be so hopeful. Especially when he knew what it was. Human by day, beast by night. Cursed by the Devil himself. Or so Thomas had read. Because of course he had to research the beast that was stalking him. Only to find out it was a werewolf of some kind. Thomas' heart raced, pounding against his ribs as he held his breath. He could hear it, in the hall, a scraping and thumping against the floor as it drew near. He waited, expecting to hear the door break open. Instead, he heard it creak open. Because he foolishly did not shut it or lock it all the way. Thomas' eyes flew open, staring into the darkness with horror filling his gaze as he heard it move behind him, and then away from his bed, towards the other end of the room. Thomas rolled over onto his back, no point in staying still, he knew it was more than aware of the fact that he was awake. He sat up, the blanket slipping off of him as he stared into the darkness, at it's looming silhouette. "Are you here to kill me?" Thomas asked, a whimper following the croaked out question.

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