How utterly embarrassing. Why must I traipse around in these rags?! [Ciela mutters, irritated. There is the sound of clothes being smoothed out and hair being brushed.] Surely there is more appropriate clothing somewhere? I don't believe I am asking for too much.

Sebastian, would you - [She pauses and sighs under her breath.] It would be just like you to follow me in the shadows. [Raising her voice, she lightens her tone.] I was wondering if you could help me? It is such a chore to tie back my hair.

[Pausing for a moment, she listens for any sign of her butler hurrying to her aide. Unfortunately, she is doomed to be disappointed.]

Must I come and find you? And here I thought you were mature. [Getting to her feet, her heels clicking against the floor, Ciela ventures away from her mirror and her communication's device. It's clear that she didn't even realize she was being recorded.] Sebastian? Really, this is getting tiresome. If you remain absent, I will punish you.

[And, that, is a promise.

The feed ends with the sound of doors being rapped on sharply.]

 [The video is choppy, so much so in fact that those watching should probably ignore the picture at first-- it is that difficult to make out. What can be made out is only audible-- a shrill scream, it's both ear bleed and blood curdling at the same time. There is a lot of movement, like someone is being followed at break neck speed.]

Why would..
you..?
why would..
you..?
why!?

[Those words are repeated over and over and over again, between gasps and stifled cries. Each time the words are said the voice breaks a little more, until the anguish is obvious. The chanting eventually dissolves into quiet sobs, the image finally clearing up. At the foot of one of the Orchard's largest trees there is a rather ornate parasol, frankly its beautiful. The parasol is shaking, someone is clutching onto it with a white knuckle grip. The picture adjusts again, finally it shows who it is:  it's Marceline. She is curled up beneath the parasol on the ground, trembling and sobbing in the shadows. She's hiding, so maybe she's sad about something? That is probably anyone's best guess at first. She turns, proving that theory wrong. The left side of her face is bubbling, the skin peeled back and blackened. While her right eye is fine (although very red and puffy from crying), her left eye twitches and vacantly looks in the opposite direction of her right. The Vampire is hurt and badly.]

[The video fails here, giving in to static as Marceline starts sobbing even louder. Eventually all sound and movement stop altogether, the video rerouting.]

( Audio to Bonnibel ) (This follows after the events of THIS thread.)