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PURE SOULS: A PTPPE Story Chapter 4 "Lydia Deetz, I swear you're going to be the death of me."  Loralai had led Lydia to her room on the third floor of the concert hall, and stood up on the tip of her toes with her arms up, to catch her. The goth slowly slid herself out of the vents, until she was dangling in the air from the vent door above. "You sure I'm not going to break a bone or something?" "It's OK. I'll catch you!" Lydia swallowed a lump in her throat and let go. A squeal and a thud on the floor later, and both girls were together on the floor, where Loralai broke her fall. Lydia rolled off of her. Loralai leaned back on the

Chapter 3  Lydia put her ear to the keyhole, once Loralai approached Weez, covering her mouth, just in case. The janitor looked down at the floor at first, but when she looked up, she was surprised to see Weez walking awkwardly. He appeared as if there was some uncomfortable pain in his legs. "Lorie, sweetie, there you are! I was wondering where you ran off to!" the weasel said in a slightly high pitch, that almost sounded forced. Lydia's ear almost rang from the sound. Though she'd only seen him once just minutes before, she already didn't like him very much. "I was just taking care of a quick, little something. But I've fixed it! Didn't w

Chapter 2  Lydia's world spun about for awhile, as she mostly saw a mashup of colors and shapes; mostly gold and silver tones. She sat up on the cold tile floor of the foyer of concert hall and looked all about her. A bright, gold chandelier hung above her as she marveled at the smooth grand staircase of polished marble and smooth, black wooden railings. Silver and gold winged imps sat amidst the columns that were surrounded by different, visible floors made apparent by the stairs. She stayed quiet for a long time as she got to her feet, locked the doors of the building, and walked about the room and towards the stairs. The black silver and

  Lydia Deetz woke up on the morning of her great adventure feeling unusually nervous. Normally awake and quite lively, today she woke up with a knot in her stomach she wished was never there. Her gray, black, and purple bedroom did little to help her; Neither did her Vampire alarm clock. Perhaps a chat with a close spirit would lift hers, in a sense. "Oh Lyyydia!" A high pitched voice called out. "Coming, Mother!" Lydia replied as she looked at herself in her mirror. Though she had to admit she was feeling off, Lydia loved the wavy texture of her uncombed hair. A curvaceous woman with red hair and bright colored dress and jewelry suddenly o