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The stillness that had been present outside was broken up by noises of biting and clawing. The dogs were exerting their influence on the front door.

Robert brought Margaret's head in closer to his own chest and continued to comfort her.

Denis was unaware of the length of time that they had been working. Hours, without a doubt. Forever, it felt like. The dogs had entered the house through the back door, which was an old wooden one, as well as the kitchen. However, there have only been around a dozen who have managed to get through the flames that were placed as barriers in front of these apertures. And the guys armed with firearms had dealt with the majority of those problems.

However, Mr. Smallwood and his companions were suddenly clutching weapons that were empty. And there was a diminishing supply of materials to burn.

A short time ago, Vickie lost control of her emotions and became upset. She was yelling and clutching her head as if she was experiencing pain. When she eventually lost consciousness, they had been exploring for different methods to hold her down.

Denis walked over to Matt, who was standing by the side door that had been destroyed and looked out over the flames. She was aware that he was not searching for canines, but rather for something else that was located much farther away. Something that could not be seen from this vantage point.

She told him, "Matt, you had no choice but to go." It was hopeless; there was nothing more you could have done. He neither responded nor turned his head.

"The sun will be up soon," she said. "Perhaps when that time comes, the dogs will go," she said. But even as she was saying it, she was well aware that that was not the case.

Matt didn't respond. She brushed her hand on his shoulder. "She is accompanied by Katherine. There is Katherine present." At last, Matt provided some answer. He nodded. He answered, "Katherine is in that room."
Another form, this one brown and growling, emerged from the shadows and attacked.


Elizabeth didn't begin to regain awareness until a significant amount of time had passed. She knew because she could see, not just by the handful of lights that Katherine had lighted but also by the icy gray dimness that trickled down from the mouth of the vault. Katherine had lit the candles so that she could see within the mausoleum.

Elizabeth didn't begin to regain awareness until a significant amount of time had passed. She knew because she could see, not just by the handful of lights that Katherine had lighted but also by the icy gray dimness that trickled down from the mouth of the vault. Katherine had lit the candles so that she could see within the mausoleum.

Dominic? she questioned to herself. The realization came to her only after she had completed the task, at which point she recalled that the phrase had never been said. The screeching of Katherine had in some way completed a circuit in her head, or maybe it had roused something that was dozing off to life. And there is no question that the blood of Matt had been of assistance, providing her with the fortitude to eventually discover her mental voice.

She changed the direction that she was looking in. Katherine?

His face was etched with the agony of the torture, yet he was awake. Too aware. Elizabeth found herself nearly wishing that he had Dominic's level of insensibility to what was going on around them. Elizabeth, he has arrived back.
Where can I find her? Elizabeth remarked this as she looked around the room carefully with her eyes.

Katherine turned her gaze towards the direction of the entrance to the tomb. A time ago, she traveled to that location. It's possible that you want to see how the dogs are doing.

Elizabeth had the mistaken impression that she had reached the pinnacle of dread and terror, but this was not the case. When we asked her about the others, she couldn't recall them.

Elizabeth, I am very sorry. The look on Katherine's face conveyed something that could not be put into words.

Katherine, it is not your responsibility in any way. You didn't inflict this harm on her, did you? She brought it on by her own actions. Or maybe it was simply a coincidence that she experienced it, given who she is. What we really are. The recollection of how Elizabeth had assaulted Katherine in the woods and how she had felt as she was rushing toward Mr. Smallwood, plotting her vengeance, was always in the back of Elizabeth's mind while she thought about other things. She admitted that it was possible that it was me.

No! You could never deteriorate to that point.

Elizabeth did not respond to the question. What would she do to Katherine if she were in control of the Power right now? What could she possibly refrain from doing to her? However, she was aware that discussing it more would only make Katherine more furious.

She told us that she had the impression that Dominic was going to betray them.

I did, too, Katherine said in a rather perplexed manner. He had a peculiar smile on his face as he looked at his sibling.

Do you still have a grudge towards him?

Katherine's eyes clouded. He replied in a low voice, "No." No, I no longer despise him as I used to.

Elizabeth nodded. It was really significant in some way. Then she began, her nervousness starting.

heightened apprehension since something was lurking in the shadows at the crypt's entrance. Even Katherine was becoming nervous. She is on her way. Elizabeth spoke the words "I love you, Katherine" with helpless desperation as the cloudy white figure hurtled at them.


The figure of Katherine materialized in front of them. The figure of Katherine materialized in front of them.
Elizabeth was not surprised by this at all. How could I have been so oblivious to the obvious? We crossed the river in Alaric's automobile, and Dominic came along for the ride. When he did so, as well as most likely many more times, he crossed moving water. It was impossible for him to have been the Other Power.

It was remarkable that she could think despite the fact that she was in such a state of fear. It was as if a portion of her consciousness was physically separated and observing from afar.