Home Sweet Winterbrook

[Nevaeh]

In the late afternoon, the house was emptied except the lone girl sleeping in the cold hard porcelain tub. She tossed and turned pulling down the curtain and metal rod with a crash to the floor. That voice called to her in her sleep, waking her from the dreams. After fixing the curtain, she started the water making it as boiling hot so that not even a lobster could withstand the heat. Her skin instantly went beet red but being woken early she needed it. A few times, she had fallen asleep standing up in the shower. By the time she got out the water was streaming ice cubes from the faucet head. She went to grab a towel when the writing on the mirror caught her attention, “Coming for you.” She looked at the words then around the bathroom then back at the words. Seeing as she knew she was alone in the house who had written those words on the mirror. Had she done it in her sleep? It wasn’t her handwriting. She used a wash cloth wiping away the words.

With the towel on she made her way past the toys, past the death trap for the feet of legos, and into the Jayd’s bedroom. She pulled the clothes on just in the nick of time to hear the rustling from the closet. His clothes came out, Jayd’s clothes. They were filled out like someone was wearing them but she couldn’t see who was inside because behind what ever ghost there was there she seen the wall behind it. “Who...who ar..are you?” She asked in a shaky voice.

The specter moved closer toward her inching across the room wearing Jayd’s clothing. They floated to her in an odd form, misshapen for Jayd’s body but his scent was all over them. She closed her eyes not wanting to see them, not wanting to see anymore. “You’re not here! tricking my eyes. Not here, tricking eyes.” She was thrown back on the bed with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Jayd’s scent was all over the place as her senses went soaring. The ghost pried her legs apart pinning her to the bed. “NOOOOOO!” She screamed out as the front door clicked with the opening and closing.

Luna heard the scream and ushered the kids into the room to hide under their beds. She stood guard over the door, crouching down lowly using the only thing she had on her as defense, her keys. She stayed in the corner by the bedroom door ready to defend the children in what seemed like forever cringing at the sounds, the screaming and wailing coming from the bedroom door. Part of her wanted to run into the room to Nevaeh’s defense but ultimately she knew Nevaeh wanted her to guard the kids, make sure they were safe no matter what happened to her. The screams finally turned to weeping and Luna’s legs turned weak. She gulped the lump forming in her throat knowing no good was going to come. She peeked in the door seeing that Adam had tears in his eyes even as they squeezed shut, but hands covered his ears trying to unhear the horrific screams shaking the walls of the house. She knew Alice was most likely much the same. Her hand reached around the door turning the lock and closed it shut with a click.

Nevaeh lay sobbing on the bed for what seemed like an eternity. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening… Her body shut down, her mind went. Nevaeh fell into her mind, beseeching the blackness. That familiar voice taunting her, teasing her. She had been seeing things, feeling off for a while. He seem to really dislike that they were at Jayd’s house and he was using Jayd, focusing all it’s energy on tormenting Nevaeh threw Jayden.

Her mind shifted. The woman sat straight up in bed looking around. She fixed herself rising off the rumpled bed that had been made before she was forced onto it by the unseen being in the clothes. The voice was the same from the past but the clothes were Jayden’s. She scoured the room looking for the ghost wearing his clothes. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of something moving out of the door.

Instincts kicked in following the demon beast down the hall into the living room. Instantly Luna knew knew the thing that came into the livingroom was not Nevaeh. Her movements were off, the way she walked, the way her eyes scanned the room in the way a lion stalks a gazelle. She dared not speak up before she became the gazelle. The spirit moved straight toward Luna who was much too aware that Nevaeh’s wild erratic eyes fell on her. Like a beast, Nevaeh’s body lunged for Luna hitting the wall when Luna moved out of the way running for the kitchen. A key woudn’t do anything in this state of Nevaeh’s mind. She tried not to scream to alert the kids. Nevaeh got up using the immobile doorknob as anchorage. She turned in hot pursuit of Luna, into the kitchen.

Luna grabbed one of the small swords Nevaeh herself hid in the kitchen preparing to defend herself against whatever had taken over Nevaeh. The snarling bark of Nevaeh calling a name, not her own but a male’s name from the doorway said ten times over that whatever Nevaeh was seeing in her head wasn’t reality. The scattered brained woman was focusing on the spectre now inside Luna, Luna gave a shiver as all the hairs on her body rose to a stand. Goose pimples broke out across her skin. Internally she gave a shiver. The beast of a woman flung herself across the room ripping the sword from Luna’s hands swiping it at her. Luna yelped out in pain as the blade sliced across her arm and warm crimson blood spurted out of the gouge. Fangs pierced into her throat ripping the flesh on her neck but Nevaeh wasn’t feeding from her. The blood flowed down the front of Nevaeh and Luna both. Something clicked in Nevaeh’s head, something made her pull back away from Luna. With all her might she forced herself off the other woman until she could move backwards no more. The short sword flickered the light into Luna’s eyes blinding her as the blade moved forcefully and swiftly through Nevaeh’s mid section and pinned her to the wall behind her. Her hand dropped, mind still trying to get the cloudiness away. “Get out.” She barely said before the beast screamed out. Bloodied wet hands gripping at the sword stuck into her gut, trying to pull it out. Whatever inside her plunged the sword through her body did it right, and kept her pinned into that place for the time being.

Luna heard Nevaeh’s voice from all of it and knew, she ran down the hall. Adam and Alice had already unlocked the door. Seeing Luna all bloodied their small cries turned into full blown panic screams and wails. Luna tried to hush them seeing the paper and crayons they left on the table. She wrote two words incase anyone else came home so they would know to get out. Adam and Alice were trying to stop the blood flowing from Luna’s arm. The note, Adam grabbed it folding it as he did and threw it on the table. “Leave!” he cried out not knowing what happened, but thinking the wild animal that killed their horrible grandmother was back. He wanted the man that rescued them to appear. Luna scooped them up and headed out the front door. She needed to store the kids away, she ran to the only place she knew threw the sewers and into the QZ, she brought them to Emeritus’s apartment knowing Nevaeh wouldn’t go there in this state, or any state right now. Luna calmed the kids, showered with them to help them calm down. She couldn’t leave them here alone. She had no clue where Jayden was or Dante to warn them. Her phone, her back pack, was gone. She wasn’t sure she lost it at the house or on the way here. She had to wash the blood and grime from the sewers away from both her and the kids. When the kids were calm enough, she told them a wild beast got into the house, never once speaking ill or letting them know Nevaeh had done this. Her arm was still bleeding and a towel served as a makeshift bandage for now. Before she could get sick or pass out, she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and a sewing kit. Years of sewing the cosplay had prepared her for this. She was careful as she mended her arm, putting the gauze bandage around her arm. A bandage at her throat covered the spot. She had some bruising on her cheek and under her eye on the one side. In this moment she was terrified both for and of Nevaeh. Her mind finally broke, unlike anything she had seen before.

The kids came in just as Luna finished up, not wanting to be left alone in the room anymore. She took them to bed, Emmy’s bed so they could try to get some sleep. All three of them together or at least that was what she tried to make them believe. Soon as the angels were snoring she grabbed some of Emeritus’s clothes and began wiping up the blood, not only in the apartment but outside as well. She cleaned all the way to the sewer opening, since this town was full of crazy people, no one bat a lash at Luna wiping at the closed grate of the sewer. She ran back to the apartment in Veil, collecting the spare phone and the passports. But she couldn’t find hers with the kids, hers was accidentally moved to Jayden’s house. Whatever had taken over Nevaeh wasn’t getting their hands on the kids.

Nevaeh heard the door close. The part of her that was left inside her mind screamed out not wanting this, not wanting the children or Luna to go but the beast took back over grappling the end of the sword with both hands and yanking it from the wall and her gut. The spirits laughter pierced her ears, a second before she remained pinned against the wall still. It touched her breathed along her skin making her sick to her stomach until she gave herself over to the beast completely. Only then did she break free of the invisible grasp that had a hold on her.

That little piece that remained of Nevaeh had written help me, upside down in blood on the wall. Her body smeared some of it as it was thrown into the hall. She was on her feet, fighting stance looking around for the spectre ready to fight. There was not fighting what you couldn’t see. After some time, she just sat on the couch, waiting, listening for the ghost to come back. Any little hint of it had her head turned, ears listening intently. She heard every little noise in the settling house.

Luna called the numbers, the fail safe numbers that Jayden had set up. There was no way she was keeping the kids in this town. She had left them only long enough to hide her trail and get what she needed. She was back at the apartment in no less than 20 minutes. She hated leaving the kids but knew she had to leave them to make them safe. It had been a toss up, stay and keep them safe for the second but she somehow knew that Nevaeh wasn’t coming after them. Whatever seemed to possess her in that house, she felt it. She had tried to warn Jayd something was amiss. There was a steady knock on the door, one that came in two swift but soft blows. She rose from the bed where she had been watching the kids sleep to answer it. The men stood there waiting, calm and patience. She lead them to the kids. The men lifted them, in the spare clothes Luna had hidden at every one of the locations as a fail safe. She watched the men that had been hired to take them and care for the kids until she could get over there. Now that they were safe she needed to make her way, armed this time with a gun tucked into the back of her plastic skirt. An outfit not nearly the cosplay she usually dressed but a milder version since it was the emergency outfit. Luna made the trek back to the house, ready to shoot if she absolutely had to. Nevaeh deserved peace, not whatever this thing was in her place.Maybe if she shot her, in the head, Nevaeh would come back. A small part of her knew this would happen, which is why she was around the kids as much as possible. The other part of her was saddened for Nevaeh, once she came back to her senses she now lost her husband, the kids and Luna. But Jayd...she hope he read her note and got out of there on time.

Now the ghost was whispering into her ear, her back rigid as a board listening to him recall the times he had her when he was young. Listening to the perversions he spewed out but she was listening what happened to her body not the person inside anymore. The door opened and closed. She heard the talking behind her. She spoke to it, not really sure who it was. She rose to face the young boy, fighting between two personalities one calling out for help the other calling for the one with a burning hatred.

When the man arrived the ghost, like it had with Luna, merged into his body so only Nevaeh could see. She couldn’t refrain a moment longer, pieces lost and shattered slipped away.

[Nevaeh]

(The next night)

She awoke on the couch her head screaming in pain. The blood scent hit her first. She normally kept this place so sterile you could eat off of any surface. Panic rose up in her to jolt her off the couch. She looked around calling out for everyone, Jayd, Luna, the kids and even Dante but was only met with a note. After reading the note she needed to find Jayden, she needed to know if the kids were safe, if they were okay, if he was okay. She was nearing the point of frantic when that familiar voice came from behind her, “I told you I would take away everything good in your life. Now you are nothing like me. Your so called friends will never come near you and they will never let the kids near you again. They don’t care about you Nevaeh.” His harsh words turned to something velvet and liquid sweet, “Not like I do. Come with me, come with me where I can make you happy.” He offered her a solution to all this. He offered her a death of sort.

“No I have to make it up to them, I have to…” Even though she tried to talk he cut her off.

“They will never trust you again. They will always be waiting for you to lose it, to hurt them. You are a lost cause. Jayd won’t want you in his life after you tried to kill him. Luna won’t listen to you. I took it all from you and now all you have is me.” His words pierced her like a blade to the heart.

She looked around the room and down at herself. She was cleaned up, in clean clothes. She ran to the room typing a note to Jayden, an email on the computer. Then she packed a bag. Her keys were missing, her wallet gone too. She tucked everything she would need into the backpack and left the house. The email to Jayd sent, hoping a praying he could forgive her. Part of her knew she would never be trusted again, but deep down she prayed.

*Your message has been sent to Mayhem*

“Where are you going?” That voice called out. “Where??”


“To get rid of you!” She said in the middle of the sidewalk talking to herself. She was pointing and talking to the air. People changed direction or moved to the opposite side of the street watching her and muttering to themselves about her antics. But they just passed by giggling, pointing at the crazy person.

“You aren’t going to be rid of me. I am going to haunt you forever, and make you lose it whenever I want. You are my puppet.”

“I am no puppet. First you imitate my father and cause me to kill myself, now you make all this. The kids, my best friend, everyone, hate me. You’ve been making me crazy since the day …” She neglected to mention the last words, since the day she killed him. Jayden called it self defence but she seen it as murder nonetheless. Now, she needed to get help to save what little bit of her life she had left. She went to the only place she could think of….

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Nevaeh: [/color] The normally sprite young girl knew that Pyper had mentioned she knew a doctor named Charles, she called the number Pyper had given her in hopes that if he couldn’t help her that the man, this doctor, could help point her in the right direction. Perhaps some out patient services so she could locate and apologize to Jayden until the man forgave her for whatever she had done that night to him, that night being last night. She dialed the phone letting it ring.

Doc: The phone rang. Doc picked it up, he didn’t recognize the number. He sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of the spawns. He was relieved. He answered it just before it went to voicemail. “Nilson.” It was terse and to the point. He expected it to be the hospital calling to set up a consult. He glanced at his watch, it was later than he realized. He had gotten so engrossed in the paperwork time had slipped by.

Nevaeh: Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, the sound of her voice almost defeated when she heard the word Nilson, it wasn’t who she was looking for, “I’m sorry, I must have called the wrong number. I was looking for a Doctor named Charles.” She said apologetically. Instantly she regretted not hanging up on the male voice on the other line. The voice, the ghost spoke into her other ear, “He can’t help you, no one can. You are mine.”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud but the words spewed out, “SHUT UP!” The tinge of anger cradled her against the ghostly apparition that only she could seeming see. She almost apologized into the phone but hung on silent, her gut said hang up, hang up now but she just couldn’t bring herself to end the call on the smartphone.

Doc: He counted before he replied, “I am Dr. Charles Nilson. How can I…” He was abruptly cut off by a female all but screaming ‘shut up’ into his ear. He sighed again, this time it wasn’t one of relief, it was one of long-suffering. At this point one of the spawns on the other end of the line, would have been preferable. “Who gave you my number?” He wasn’t going to hang up on the female, until he knew it was a human, since most humans when calling would know his last name, instead of his first name. But a vampire, would only know him as Charles or Doc. So if the female were vampire, which he highly suspected, he would wait and see what the female wanted.

Nevaeh: She looked left and right, in the middle of the street and people were watching her. Her hand covered the receiver of the cellular device she spoke on, “My friend Pyper works with you. She offered me your number to make friends but I am desperate to find a….” She paused trying to figure out how to put this delicately, “A doctor who..” She just couldn’t say it. The woman was on the verge of another mental breakdown. The ghost floated before her, eyes on the woman just grinning. He mouthed mine. “Mr. I mean Doctor Charles, please I need help. I did something last night. Something horrible that I don’t remember doing. I have a ghost that is here right now. Please, I need to get back my kids …” The words just slipped out but it was too late to take them back, “And my best friend. If you know of a doctor who is good in the mental..” She hated saying this, hated needed help but for her friend and family she would do anything. “help, please I need to know if you know someone. Anyone who can help.” She couldn’t tell him that she tried to kill Jayden last night or that Every was there, that Eve had done something to her. She wasn’t even sure what had happened. Desperate was the lightest way of putting it. “Is there some out patient service or something that you know of?” Therapy, at this point would that even help her?

Doc: He listened to her rather disjointed explanation. “Let me make sure I understand you, if I may? Pyper gave you my name. You’ve lost your children.. unless you meant baby goats. And they .. the children slash baby goats slash ghost, is your best friend. Do I have that correct?” He didn’t care if he did or not. Vampires didn’t have children. This was most likely a human. If she pressed the issue, he could offer to help her, but she might not like it.

Nevaeh: “Goats!! They’re are not goats??” He made her more confused then ever. Seeing as she didn’t know if this Doctor Charles was infact a vampire, she couldn’t say what was on the tip of her tongue. She had children before she was turned. “Listen, my friend Pyper who said she works with you and is close to you told me to get in touch with you to meet. But that was to be friends, seeing as you are a Doctor.” At this point she was thinking he might not be a very good doctor, and she called the wrong person. “Never mind. I think this is still the wrong number and you are ******* with me.” She gruffed ready to lose what little sanity she had left. The ghost pushed her back into the trees. “No! NO!” She went running the phone in her hand trying to hide from this spectre, “Listen to me Doctor Charles, if you are still there. I need help, any help. This ghost is trying to hurt me. A spectre, a ghost, whatever you want to call it. Meet me somewhere. My name is Nevaeh Andras and I am in need of serious help. I need to get rid of this ghost. Or not to see him anymore. You are my last resort before I kill myself off for whatever deeds I did last night.” This just got serious because she wasn’t kidding. If he was halfway decent at his job of being a doctor then he would hear it in the tone of her voice. He’d know something was amiss. She wasn’t thinking or even seeing clearly.

Doc: When she said the name “Andras”, he stopped. ‘****.’ Was the first thought that went through his mind. His easy out, just turned into a complicated ‘this person is related to Micah’ problem. However, he could not help explaining carefully, and succinctly for her edification. Moronic vampires had the ability to annoy him so. “Baby goats are called ‘kids’. Baby humans are called ‘children’. Now then, where are you? And who is your,” he paused, he could be breaking the masquerade but he needed to know, “sire, parent, legal representative and or guardian?” His tone had changed from being disdainful, to be abrupt and brooking no nonsense.

Nevaeh: In her frantic state, growing increasingly wary by the invisible man hanging around her, she missed his kid reference. She lowered her voice, crouching at the opening of the alleyway near the park, she listened intently to what he said speaking slowly and carefully, “My children, Adam and Alice were taken last night when the bad deed happened.” She looked around for the street number, street name telling him in exact detail, including describing the buildings surrounding her. She stopped to think, what had his next question been, “Micah, Micah Andras. But Jayden mostly takes care of me. Emmy, erm.. um… Emeritus disappeared after him and I got married.” She dropped her eyes, quit talking. “I am being haunted. I need help, more help. I don’t .. I can’t be around the people I love.” She was afraid of hurting them like she had with Jayd.

Doc: “Shut it.” He counted. “I want you to answer in simple yes or no answers. No dithering diatribes are needed from you. Your focus on trying to explain the situation to me, is causing you to get frustrated and by virtue of your frustration your mental acuity is being sacrificed. What does this mean? No do not answer. Keep it shut. It means, whatever is haunting,” he paused, “..you, is gaining power from your lack of mental focus.” He counted. “Yes or no only. Do you know how to get to Swansdale?”

Nevaeh: She listened, even the insult had not passed over her. Only because she agreed with him at this moment. She was losing it, which is what she had been trying to tell him from the beginning of this phone call. The more she focused on the ghost around her the more she was losing grasp of reality. “Yes.” She finally answered, skipping the part where she lived in Swansdale between Veil Towers and at Jayden’s house in Larch Court, which after last night she was sure she didn’t live there anymore. If only she could remember what she had done to him, remember to know what to apologize for if it were possible. That is what you are suppose to do, apologize when you do something wrong. All the children’s television show spoke of forgiveness. It was the only true way she knew about it. She dared not open her mouth to ask him anything else. Instead she got up slowly ignoring the ghostly being and began to walk down the street like one of the normal people.

Doc: “Good. We’re making progress already. Go to the Swansdale transit station. I will meet you there. Do not speak to anyone, instead, I want you you to focus on counting. I want you to count to ten. Ignore all else, excepting getting to the Swansdale Transit Station and counting. Once you have counted to ten, then start over and count to twenty, then start over and count to thirty. I will meet you at the station. Do you understand?”

Nevaeh: “Yes.” She started counting like he said for her to do, after all he was a Doctor. He knew better than she did and her sanity or lack thereof was fleeting at best. She missed the days when butterflies and fireflies, no keep counting. 1..2… She willed herself to reach the number ten. Counting helped, helped her focus on anything but the ghost now grasping for attention by making lewd gestures at her, he seemed to have lost his voice or ability to grab at her. She tried again just like the doctor had said, this time counting to twenty and then starting over to make it to thirty. She bumped into someone, a simple brush of the shoulder but instead of saying anything to then, a sorry or a **** off like the other person called out to her. No she just kept counting. Before long, passing street after street she ended up on a transit. How she got there, she couldn’t say. When the train stopped she stepped foot in the less busy Swansdale transit department. Still on the phone, she looked around for someone who could remotely look like a Doctor. He was right, the counting helped.

Doc: He had no expected her to stay on the phone. He was ready to disconnect, when he heard the tell tale sounds of transit doors closing. He set the phone aside, closed the files that were open on his computer, then logged out of his computer and closed it. He lifted the phone, he could hear the muted sounds of the transit moving over the tracks. He checked his watch, he should probably make his way there, it was only next door though, so it shouldn’t take long. Leaving the Asylum grounds, he made the short stroll to the transit station, before the next train pulled in. Occasionally as he waited, he would lift the phone and listen. Still hearing the train sounds, he knew she had not gotten off at the wrong exit at least. After another few minutes the train rolled into the station. He lifted the phone and heard the train sounds die away, he waited until he saw a female holding a phone disembark, and he disconnected. He was dressed in a suit and tie, though he could use a shave, he still appeared very much the business man. “Mrs. Andras?” He offered her his arm. “Continue to count please.” He had no idea to hear her ramble all the way back to the Asylum.

Nevaeh: She stepped off the train onto the platform searching, counting, searching. In her pale yellow and white sun dress, black and white tennis shoes and hair one big knotted mass mess, it wasn’t going to be hard to pick her out from the crowd. She hadn’t been to the salon since her wedding day, that night her hair was let down from the arrangement set on her head. Since then, not once had a brush been through it. For over a months time, she let it go wild instead of going to Jolie. The brown was peeking out from under the red hues Jolie was fond of coloring her hair. Flames, was the color she had told Jolie. When the man approached her she opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts but as he spoke her mouth closed. She looked beside him, the ghost floated there mocking the doctors stance, mocking his facial features so serious and back rigid. She cracked a smile, this was the ghost she normally seen. When he was like this, she could handle him. 52, 53, 54,... she continued counting in her head. Her arm laced in his nodding to acknowledge that she was Ms. Andras. 59. 60. 1. 2. She went over and over the numbers in her head. Now that he seen her, her mouth moved as she counted each number but no sound came from her lips like she wasn’t going to waste the air to breathe them out.

Doc: At least she listened. He led her back to the Asylum. The walk didn’t take long. It was a done at a leisurely pace, so that she would have time to become comfortable with him. As they climbed the steps to the Asylum doors, he subconsciously readied himself for a possible fight. He opened the door, released her arm and motioned her to precede him. He followed her into the lobby. He motioned for her have a seat on the sofa there in the lobby. He pulled the chair around so he would be directly across from her, yet not within arms reach. “You can stop counting now.” Doc looked at her, “You can call me Doc. What should I call you?”

Nevaeh: She followed him without hesitation. 15. 16. The girl looked over soaking in his features from the side, the ghost hovering beyond him just in line of sight. She stopped counting, more like lost her count when they approached the stair. Instead of starting over she counted the stairs, going up to the big heavy doors. She knew the place, knew it well. On her nightly runs she passed it, like many other city. She paused for only a moment, seeing as she was seeking help from him this was no time to second guess her actions. One image came to mind; Jayden and the kids with Luna hanging out beside them looking down at the children. One she snapped on the phone when they weren’t looking. She walked into the place still counting until he told her to stop. She had a seat on the sofa, wondering how safe it was to talk here. She looked around, the nervousness coming back. The first thing she noticed was the ghost hadn’t followed them in, at least not yet. “Neva, Nev or Nevaeh.” She said scanning the room waiting for people to come in. “Is safe to talk here Doc?”

Doc: He recognized the name. “Yes. It’s far too late for visitors. The lobby isn’t not wired for sound. I would have taken you to the office, but that would mean going into the secured area. I am not sure you are ready for that to be quite honest.” He crossed his legs, and linked his hands around his knee. “I am going to ask you a series of questions. I want you to answer them in yes or no, answers. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand?”

Nevaeh: The lithe girl only took up half the seat of the chair she sat in, squirming in her anxiety, looking at the man. She half expected men in a white coat to show up up and haul her into some padded white room and for the man to throw away the key. She deserved it, that and so much more.

“I am…” She was about to say more but stopped herself, her teeth bit down on her tongue to keep from spilling everything that was in her mind. She nodded, how could he be so calm? “Yes,” She said following his orders. She needed help, help from this spirit form that followed her. Help from hurting people, help from hurting herself. Oh god, what had she done last night.

Doc: She almost went spiralling off into a rambling accounting, but she caught herself. She was trying. But she was having a hard time holding it together. “Good. This ghost, is it a wraith?” His held a blank almost passive look. The most that was expressed was possibly, idle curiosity. Doc did this on purpose. It was a look that showed interest without judging.

Nevaeh: Her eyes kept scanning the ground; searching the walls, the floors, him. Especially him. By this point she knew every line on his semi aged face, the crinkle in the corners of his eyes as he spoke to her. The way his mouth creased with his carefully formed words. She even noticed the lines on his fingers laced over his knees as he assessed her. “No, it’s..” She stopped herself because he had said just yes or no answers. Do not give anything further than that, yes or no. She was good at following directions. She could follow them so long as she could remember them. Her body stilled in the seat, she went lax sliding down like she fell asleep for a split second. When she looked up at him a smile spread across her lips, “Hi!” Her voice was bouncy and light. She jumped up so her legs tucked under her. “Who is you?” She didn’t seem to care where she was any longer, the nervous woman changed before his eyes. Her fingers traced along the lines of the chair with her fingertip. “This is not home!” She said finally looking around.

Doc: ****. MPD. Why the **** didn’t sires realize that turning someone with a major ******* mental defect was a bad idea. Turning them never made them better, they only made them worse. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He should just ******* put her out of her misery now. But **** no.. she was Micah’s childe. ****, he was screwed. “No it is not. You are on my territory. My word goes. You are only allowed to give one word answers. What is your name?”

Nevaeh: One word answers? Who could answer anything with just one word. No one! That’s who. “Everyone calls me Nevaeh but …” She giggled into a cupped hand. “That’s not my name. That’s her name. She has a face like mine but that’s okay, we can share faces!” She bounced in the seat. “Leah Ann. My name is Leah Ann!” She was overjoyed that someone finally asked her, not just called her Nevaeh, but asked her her name. “And what is your name? Wait, if she knows I can know!” She stopped and looked in the air, for moment she counted the dust particles in the air. When she looked back at him, “Charlie Brown! Your name is Charlie Brown or Buster? Am I right?” One word answers didn’t work with her. “Oh no!” The girl jumped from the chair looking around. “Where is my crayons? My books!” The flash on her features was of sadness, not irritation, like she might burst into tears and throw a tantrum right then and there.

Doc: “SILENCE! What the ****? If you cannot follow simple ******* directions. No possessions. Now sit the **** down.” If there was one think he hated, it was rambling talking that said nothing of merit. He stood up and crowded her personal space. Yes it was an intimidation factor. He would have no problem slapping the ever loving **** out of her if she did not comply.

Nevaeh: She pointed a finger. “Don’t do that! Don’t. It will come. I...:”

Doc: Doc glared at her, and canted his head to the side ever so slightly, “Sit the **** DOWN.”

Nevaeh: The girls face turned into a full pout, “I don’t like you. I HATE YOU!” She said a moment before her body crumpled to the ground. When she stirred again, she was confused as to how she was on the floor. She looked up at him, she might have given an excuse like I must have tripped or slipped, but she just got up and sat on the chair, one word. “Sorry.” One word answers was all she could answer with. Then it hit her, he looked mad and he was close to her. Something else had happened. She closed her eyes and concentrated trying to see if she could recall, but all she seen was blackness. Just like last night, it was all black.

Doc: “Stand up.”

Nevaeh: She rose to her feet smoothing down the front of her rumbled dress.

Doc: He moved to the glass security door, punched in the code, pulled open the door and point for her to go through the doors. He didn’t say a word. He was counting. He counted, not to focus per se, rather so he did not allow his anger to take control. He was not quite yet in control enough to trust himself to speak, so he just motioned.

Nevaeh: Concern and dread formed in her eyes, she knew once she was behind those doors he hadn’t thought she was ready for only mere moments ago she was now ready to pass. This was for the best, so she wouldn’t hurt anyone else like she had with Jayden, with the children, with Luna. She walked forward passing him going through the security doors. Even though she didn’t need to breath, she inhaled and exhaled. This was where she belonged for her own good, and even more so for the good of those she loved. She looked at the man, giving him a nod knowing that if she opened her mouth to say anything she might break down. Not one word passed from her lips, there was no begging or pleading. He was a doctor and she was being locked up. Home, that would have been her one word for him.

Doc: He took her by the elbow and led her through the corridors, past the nurses station, past the occupied cells, to the last room on the right. He punched the code in that allowed him to pull the metal door open. He led her inside and pointed at the T shaped exam table.

[Nevaeh]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Nevaeh: She followed him, because she had little choice at this point. There was no fear in this. She made note of everywhere she passed, a nurses station, rooms with patients inside them. She could even hear them inside the rooms moving, twisting on their beds or pacing the small enclosures. She stopped when he did as she shuffled along beside him expecting there to be a room of her very own but when she seen the exam table she went to the chair dropping everything she had in her pockets, including the weaponry that was carried on her under the dress on the thigh strap. Everything. She stripped off the dressed, removed the brown leather strap and climbed on the table. She knew how things like this worked. Height, weight, eyes, mouth. All of it was going to be checked, except at this point he could skip listening to the non-beating heart. Still she dared not break the silence, even though she wanted to ramble on telling him about what happened when she woke up.

Doc: Before she could change her mind, he fluidly strapped and buckled her legs down, then the right arm and then the left. “This will take time. You will become uncomfortable. You will want to be let loose. You will scream. You may cry. I don’t care. It is not going to work. You wanted my help. You’re a vampire. Medication doesn’t work for us. There are three possibilities for you. First, you never get better, you get worse. Second, You get to the point you can control it at will. Third, you get better. Do you understand?”

Nevaeh: She didn’t struggle, didn’t fight against the restraints. She didn’t cry or scream. She deserved this. She deserved worse. “Understand.” She said the one word but there was a hopelessness in her voice. She suddenly missed the days when everything was simplier. Men. Once more men became her downfall. Part of her began loathing them, the other part… she wasn’t even sure at this point. She knew the second she climbed on the exam table something bad would happen. Her face turned away from him, she simply didn’t care anymore. She’d hurt Jayden, she deserved death in her eyes. She hurt Luna and the kids, she deserved to rot in hell.

Doc: He nodded. By her compliance in getting on the exam table, and being restrained, he presumed she knew what was coming. “I take it, you have had this treatment before then?” He asked, as he placed the rubber mouthpiece in her mouth. He then soaked the head piece in conductive solution, before putting it on her head, and tightening it. “You seem terribly calm.” Doc moved to console and turned the power on, then pulled the metal door shut. It wouldn’t do, to have the other inmates hear her screaming. “Hopefully it will not take long to trigger it…”

Nevaeh: One word answers, “Deserve.” was the only word she could think of. The rubber mouthpiece tasted like it was named, it tasted of flat plastic. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She had never had it happen before, Never had been in a mental ward before. She knew something was always off about her. From the furthest back that she could remember, she’d been kept a careful eye on by her parents. Even when she was looking over them, they were looking over her. It all made sense, something had always been wrong with her. She’d never seen a doctor that she could recall, only her parents keeping watch on her. When she was hit by the car on the way to the hospital the night Micah turned her, as she was on her way to her father’s death bed, he’d not spent much time with her. Now, it was all coming together. Yes, she deserved this. She hoped he never turned the machine off. Even as the electricity flowed through her, she didn’t hear herself scream, didn’t feel the convulsions of her muscles. No, it all went black. The thing that lay on the bed getting fried tried to fight the currents running through her body. It tried to struggle, it screamed out in pain. It was awake, wide eyed and staring straight daggers at Doc. As the wash of the electricity course throughout her body those cold hard eyes stared at him, cursing him in ways her mouth couldn’t past the screams.

Doc: He yawned and glanced at his watched. He switched off the power. Only a for a moment or two. For him this was on the tedious side. He was impervious to the screaming, but should it start to bother him, he would just take out her voice box. It was heal itself eventually. He was looking at his watch, waiting for the time to be right, then he powered it on again. Glancing at her briefly, he returned his gaze to his watch, waiting for the watch hands to move once more into the position that dictated powering down. And thus it went for the next twenty minutes. Two minutes power on. One minute power off. Power on, power off. He moved to back to her side as the power was turned down the last time. “I am going to let you rest for an hour. Then we will start again.”

Nevaeh: The cold eyes stared, following him around the room. Every convulsion, every twitch of the muscle, eyes followed him. There was things he didn’t know, hadn’t asked yet of her. When he spoke, her voice flooded his mind. “Get her out of this!” Even in this form, it came out as growling. But in this state, with it watching him, she was liable to attack him. Attack and ask questions later. She, Nevaeh, had come for therapy to find the root of her problem. Here it was in full form. The reason she was in here.

Doc: Doc knew that the ECT had not be proven to be overly effective in cases of MPD, but he had very few tools in the arsenal for vampire patients. But when the voice entered his head, and used the third person pronoun, Doc smiled. He moved back the console and powered it back up. He looked at her and shrugged. “I lied.” He turned up the power. What the thing, personality, entity did not understand, was now.. now that he knew it was in control of her.. this was fun. He started humming The Girl from Ipanema.

Nevaeh: Even with the plastic bit in her mouth, it smiled, smiled at him. A sick sadistic smile that couldn’t be masked. He turned the juice back on, it waved streams of the screams straight into his mind. Oh the fun had just begun. It did it’s damnedest to concentrate. The pain that seared into it’s body, it projected right back onto him. It had only the split second when he said he lied to throw it right back onto him. Feisty thing it was. She projected every twitch, every jolt onto him as she took it in. Not smiling now are you asshole?

Doc: The projected thoughts unleashed the rage that Doc had barely contained. And now that rage was projected at it. It was unclear whether or not the projected rage would hurt Nevaeh or the other personality. Did he care? At this point, no. Now it had become a power a play. And Doc was not about to lose on home court. So the more it projected, the more the rage was projected by at the source. Eventually he had to force himself to power it off, at least for a few minutes.

Nevaeh: It felt the anger, the rage inside her mind but it fed her, fueled her because it was anger, it was rage. The currents of electricity made it hard but not impossible to focus as she overwhelmed his mind, throwing images at him of what she had done the night before, slicing into the humans arm, nearly attacking Jayd and continuing to try even after he tried to pacify her. Of throwing herself at Eve. It tried to overwhelm his mind, over and over again. It wasn’t going to back down, the hatred flowed like fine wine. It hated, it was rage, it wanted out!

Doc: Because he was was able to project the rage, it was like a release valve, allowing Doc to stay in control, though it did take effort. He had done this so much longer than she had even been alive. He had a release valve, he was seventy percent sure ‘it’ did not. He turned the power back on. Then he watched the time, off and on, longer amounts time on, less amounts of time off.

Nevaeh: It wasn’t going to play games with this man who was intent on harming her. It did what it did to Nevaeh to so she could come out and play. She projected horrible nightmares onto the man standing there before her, ones that like with Nevaeh became vivid and real. Horrid beast like apparitions on to him, facing him with fates she normally reserved for the host of the body. The weak one. It wasn’t weak like she was. It cast the waking nightmare onto him, trying to weaken him into letting it go.

Doc: He was beginning to feel like he was losing control. His stomach was heaving. He need to regain focus. He turned off the machine. He opened the metal door, exited and secured it behind him, as he quickly strode to an exit so he could regain control without having the ******* nun witnessing it. The last thing he needed was the nuns questioning his authority.

Nevaeh: It laughed when he exited. It knew that one thing would torment him. It watched his back leave feeling the last spaztic jerks of her body wrenching on the table. When he left, the machine was off, she closed her eyes. It was tired of this game, bored even. Nevaeh opened her eyes, unsure of how much time had passed, she looked around the lone room now empty but her. That was it, she was getting locked up for sure. She didn’t even remember more than the first few currents. Maybe the shock had worked, had done it’s job and she could return home healed. With her tongue she pushed the plastic piece out of her mouth and just laid waiting to see who came into the room next. If it was Doc there might have been a chance of saviour from her wrongful deeds, if it was a group of men she was getting thrown in a cell of a room without hope of making up with Jayd, letting him know how sorry she was. He hated her, Eve hated her, Luna, the kids, everyone.

Doc: He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually the raw emotion faded. He was able to regain his composure. He walked around the block a few times just to ensure things had gotten back to normal levels. The nightmares that had been projected at him had faded. Not that the nightmares bothered him, on the contrary, they actually allowed him to focus on it instead of the emotion, giving him the brief respite to realize that things would only continue to escalate. Neither side was giving in. And by both sides refusal to give in, it only increased the rage that both sides felt. This attempt at treatment wasn’t working.

As he walked he went through the case, as he knew it. The patient had multiple personalities. One of these personalities was tormenting her. And this personality was strong. Too strong to be electrocuted at any rate. Numerous case studies showed that multiple personalities was an effect of habitual traumas suffered in childhood. Most times it was at the hands of the patients parents, namely repeated incidents of incest. However, it didn’t always happen at the hands of the parents, it could have been a close family relative, neighbor or family friend. He needed to find out what the trauma was. The most he could offer her at this point was counseling. Personally he found that a disappointing alternative. Humans could be in counseling for years and never make progress. And in his experience with counseling, he had never counseled a patient with MPD.

Doc returned to the Asylum feeling somewhat defeated, though he would not outwardly project that. The ECT failed. He didn’t hold out much hope for Ms.Nevaeh Andras of making any sort of quantifiable recovery. He sighed. He would offer counseling, however, he doubted it would do any good. He returned to the ECT room, or the ‘bad room’ as the inmates called it, and saw the patient was in a relaxed state. He started unbuckling her restraints.

Nevaeh: It was a wash of relief that Doc had walked into the room, without backup of some very large men and a nurse holding a needle that would most likely contain some sort of sedative that could knock out five horses. Since she could only ask things in one words, “Cured?” She asked him with pure hope shining in her eyes. Nevaeh needed to be rid of this spirit, this ghost haunting her making her miserable. Her body was stiff and sore when she tried to rise up sitting, hand cuffing around her wrists to rub them. She tried to look at the man, but he seemed so distant from even this room when he had seemed so almost excited to do this. That lackluster was gone from him. “Headache?” She said two words in hope he would forgive her, not get upset at her like he seemed to be earlier in the lobby when she got up from the floor.

Doc: He paused in his movements and he looked at her. “You have multiple personalities. There is one that is far stronger than this will remedy.” he finished completely shutting the machine down, before he continued. “No I don’t have a headache. I am somewhat disappointed that the technique did not work. I had given it a seventy percent chance. It seems I was wrong. That means the only thing left for us.. is counseling.” He subsided into silence for a few moments, “The odds of counseling working are even less. And I am not convinced you should be free to return to society.” He could put her in a cell, but she was a vampire, a cell would not hold her. It would only hold her, if she wished it too.

Nevaeh: If something that had such a high success rate didn’t…. “I know I have multiple personalities, now.” She suddenly said. “That’s not why I am in to see you. It’s to get rid of the ghost.” The electroshock therapy had worked on one aspect, it cleared her mind giving it a decent if not harsh jolt right into her head. “Agreed,” She was not fit to be in society, to be near people or near friends. “Windows?” The only true concern she had was about the sun light coming into the room. There was one other concern that made her question, “Feeding.” She was trying to get back to the one word answers to answer his questions, even if they were not yes and no.

Doc: He offered her a hand to help her sit up. “No there are no windows. You will have a cellmate. She is human, so you will have to be careful not to reveal yourself to her. Do you understand? I will have to ask Every or Mortll to cast Etienne’s Will to keep you from .. unknowingly attacking her. Now she is violent in her own regard. You will not be able to attack you, if she attacks you, but you are strong enough to subdue her. Do you understand?”

Nevaeh: She used his hand for anchorage but let go as soon as she was up, “Tell her I am having delusions of being a vampire?” She offered pulling the dress over her head still wobbly from the procedure. She only needed out long enough to buy a blood bag. “Understood. No feeding from her,” She turned to him, “I don’t need to bit to feed though, can I sneak out once a night to buy a blood bag then come back?” Her eyes looked over at him, she didn’t bother putting the holster back on, it was going to be taken away. It was something she was proud of and one of the very few purchases she made for herself. “Who is Mortll?” She knew Every since Eve was her sibling and apparently put her down the night she attacked them. Actually she was more grateful to Eve. She’d say if I promise not to attack but that was something she couldn’t promise. She promised not to hurt the kids or Luna, or Jayd… and that didn’t turn out well.

“Doctor Charles, I know I am sick. I came here for help. I intend to try anything, anything you suggest. Will,” She closed her eyes, “If you know Jayden, will you let him know I am here, getting help, getting treatment and I won’t come out until I am well?”

Doc: “Mortll is…” Girlfriend sounded wrong in a professional setting, so he settled for “a Ritualist that I trust.” At her rather humble request about Jayd, he nodded and then followed up the nod, “I believe he is related to Zoey Jane?” He gathered her weapon and holster. “You can have these back when you’re cured.” he stopped and gave her a very piercing look. “You do realize this could be years.. that we are talking about. These children you keep mentioning.. will grow. If we can get you stable, you could meet them in the lobby. But even that is even weeks if not months away.” He turned away, paused and looked back. “You do not need to worry about ‘feeding’ I will boost you. The last thing we need is your roommate seeing you sneaking out. Bad for the reputation. She is short termer, she will be out as soon as her case comes to the bench. She is playing at crazy. She isn’t. I doubt she will play that demented card to the cops again.” He grinned a bit, “Winterbrook has an understanding with the Harper Rock Police Department. They bring the people that play the ‘crazy card’ to us. Before Winterbrook re-opened, playing crazy got you a private cell in the Police Department. now the cops bring the ones that play the crazy card here….with the Nuns from hell.”

Nevaeh: She pulled her phone from the pile and flipped it to the pictures showing him two children that very much looked like their mother. “Adam and Alice, this stays between us since part of the deal with Micah was that I never told anyone but the few who knew about them, I got to keep them until school started in September or October. This blew that. I suppose they are off to boarding school. I get to see them, if I am stable enough, once or twice a year. I plan on making those visits, Doctor Charles.” When it came to her kids, she was serious, “They cannot come here to see me in this place, I will have to go to them.” In those words, she left no room for argument.

“Jayden is Zoey’s, yes. Lil and him we…” She cut herself off, he didn’t need to hear about that. “Please don’t give the message to her though, only to him. Patient doctor confidentiality? I don’t want anyone but Jayden, and Every is okay, to know I am here. Please.” Manner, please and thanks you. What was wrong with you woman, did that jolt make you forget manners?

“Trust me when I say, no one would see or know if I broke out or back in.” She was getting rather good at breaking and entering into places. Not as good as she would like to, but she had been working on that in her spare time.

Doc: “Except if your cellmate woke up and you were gone. Until she is brought before the bench, you need stay here. I cannot force you to follow this rule. But if you cannot make the decision to stay.. as hard as it is, how will you know if you have the fortitude to continue treatment. Short cuts don’t help.” He opened the metal door.

Nevaeh: She took a moment to mull over what he said, even as he opened the door waiting for her. With some resolve she nodded, he was right. She needed to commit to this, without interruptions. She was doing this for them, to get rid of the ghost that haunted her. “Alright. But how will you explain the death sleep during the day?” She hated being woken up, it was hard for her to get mobile let alone being awake all day. “Are there any other of our kind, someone who knows about us? That would be a better pairing. At least they would know what to expect? Or a private room. I am a heavy sleeper.”

Doc: “Quite easy, you are scheduled for aggressive ECT sessions every evening. Therefore, you are dead to the world during the day. But instead of you have ECT we will have our sessions. If we can get you under control.. The nuns may like some help in the kitchen in the early morning hours before you go dead to the world. If might help with the boredom that will eventually set in.” He glanced at his watch. “Now however it is almost dawn.” he led her down the hall and stopped at cell four. Unlocked the metal door, motioned her to step into the alcove ahead of him. Once she had, he pulled the metal door shut. Then he punched the code into the panel to make the security glass doors open. “In you go.”

Nevaeh: Since she had been cooking for the kids, Jayden and Emeritus, she had become quite a good cook but she doubted they would have the ingredients to cook the things she made. Maybe there would be a way to negotiate for decent food and herbs with Doc, but she highly doubted that it would work. “I can cook well.” She nodded in agreement. She had loved cooking, loved seeing their faces after they bit down into something she prepared from scratch. “I can handle food too.” Not like an allurist but she could tolerate it, eat it even if she didn’t taste what everyone else did. At least here, if she said the food were bland then people would agree. Hospital food. She looked at the big metal door. It took a moment to gather the strength to walk through the doorway opening. She was trying to be civil about this. “Thank you.” the words fell flat since she was only using good manners. Here was the end to the rest of her life, she wasn’t getting out. People never really got out of places like this. Years, he had even said it himself.