Broken puppet the one minute, fiery rebellious martyr the next. Do you think anyone is watching, Ursempyre? Do you think anyone would genuinely care a...out what is happening here? These are the end days of Pyr, my Castigator. Breath deeply; let the charcoal gristle on your skin and smell the iron heavy in the air. That's blood and fire for you, Ursempyre. My sermon of blood and fire."Ursempyre's stare remained on the Patriarch, deeply seated hate emanating from his eyes. He lowered his trembling. Then for the next couple of hours, we were, for a lack of a better term, normal again. We chatted about whatever was on TV, about computer games and whatever else came across our minds. Thinking back now, it seems so surreal how normal we were being after what we had just done, but I guess it shows that we were doing it, not because of any feelings for each other, but because we were two horny eighteen year old's who just wanted to get off.About 11pm, we decided to go up to his bedroom and. Prue didn’t learn of this until later otherwise she would have said something to Ty. However, she wasn’t participating in the Season since she was in mourning. Prue and Vincent did go to some of the picnics and other special outing but didn’t go to the balls and late night parties.At one party, Ty had asked Maria to dance and found she fit in his arms nicely. She danced well and had a tendency to hold him close so she could rub against him. He found her alluring, and she made no bones about. But I can’t honestly say I’m sorry I did it. I’ve been in love with you for as long I can remember. I can’t speak for Bess, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you are her secret someone. Are you disgusted with me yet?”“I’m not,” Nancy replied. “But let’s discuss this once we’re away from here. This place is evil and it’s affecting all of us.” She felt so confused. George’s kiss was gentle, unlike Beulah’s, and Nancy wanted to respond in kind.“Then let’s get the heck out of here before it’s too.