
09-12-2011, 02:22 AM
Ashton rubs his head looking over the paper work each day it seem to be growing worst. he had lost contral of everyone who was an vampire and there was only afew that was very loyality him. He leans back and snaps his fingers "Elizabeth where is my blood wyne, my dear?" says growling some what impatience. Ashton was never a patience person especial with the servents he had under his house hold. Ashton runs his finger tips across his lip looking over the papers as he leans up and knew something had to be done before another had turn away.
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