User blog:FollowTheRabbit/Xerxes... hello there...

Xerxes Break strolled down the halls, Emily sitting contently on his shoulder.. He swung his cane ounce, twice around before stopping in front of of the ball room.

Xerxes looked around, and took a step in, making sure there was not anyone watching. Xerxes made his way to a large mirror, and undid his shirt... he checked his clock. Xerxes sighed.

"I suppose I'm going to have to be going soon little one," he says to Emily... "It seems my time is almost up."

Xerxes frowned. He stared at the clock noticing how close it was to finishing it's revolution. He blinked his eyes a few times, or his eye, and prayed that the blindness would soon leave him. Xerxes did not enjoy this, no, not one bit... he wished that things could be different, that that child had not died...

Xerxes shook his head to fade the memories, and he buttoned his shirt. Break heard footsteps pounding down the hall.

Emily turned her head slowly, "Get out, Nightray."

A small laugh echoed through the empty room, "Why? It is my home.."

Xerxes scowled, and reluctantly turned to face Vincent. "What is it you need?"

Vincent smiled, "You know, I am fully aware of you situation... and I know how you wish it were different" Xerxes clutched his cane. Vincent continued, and started making his way to Xerxes, "You know, in a garden, when the time comes to prune to roses, some roses are too deep into the bush to be clipped... the keeper does not wish to get their hands pricked by the spines," vincent turned his gaze to Xerxes chest, smileing at the thought of it ticking out, " but let me tell you something, Break"

Vincent finished his trip across the ball room, and he clutched Xerxes by the throat. Xerxes struggled to get loose, and when Emily fell off of his shoulder, he panicked.

Vincent smiled, "Let me tell you something.. I will make sure you get clipped.. even if it means I don't have the opertunity to dance on your sorry grave" Vincent shoved Xerxes against the window, and let him go.. he turned away and strode out of the room, nearly silent laughter sending chills down Breaks spine. Xerxes slid to the floor, and took Emily in his hands... he held her gently, and straightened up, turning her to face him.

"Oh, little one," he said, a few tears welling up, "What ever am I going to do?"