Nearly two weeks had gone by since Ember had passed her initiation as a blood thief. The pain caused by the blood was no longer an issue. Nor was the pain of her past a problem. The widespread pain the doctors could never find a source for. All the years of testing, and them telling her it was all in her head. They claimed it all unreal, when some days the pain was so bad she could hardly pull herself from bed. Many of them had labeled her a druggie, even if she had hardly taken the pain medication they gave her. She didn't like the way it made her feel, still half in pain but out of it. Now, she felt stronger; the freedom from the pain was exhilarating. Not to mention the short lived powers she would gain, with drinking vampire blood. She was on her own now, for finding blood.
This was still problematic, but it was easy enough to find; if you were willing to head down into the sewers. A place Ember found discussing, but if she had no other blood source it was worth it; to not have to feel the pain. She never knew the abilities she would end up with. This was why finding vampire connections was so important. They needed blood, and she was willing to offer up some of hers. She had even been told once it tasted quite sweet. What would be so wrong with asking for a sample in trade. Though most vampires simply took what they wanted. On a few different occasions Ember had found herself in an unknown place, not knowing how she had gotten there. A vampire feeding had a way of disorienting a person, but not always. She could remember a time or two with clarity; one she wished to forget.
Ember's journey ended far differently from how it began. The blood thief path had not been one started alone. It was a known fact, not all survived the initiation. Her best friend Willow had not. The loss had been nearly unbearable, but the freedom from pain had helped her through the grieving process. Ember doubted the pain of such a loss, as he best friend, would ever truly fade. She would continue on the path for the both of them now. Along the way, passing on service and kindness whenever she could. This was why her plans for the day involved paying a visit to a local soup kitchen. She had even dressed for the day, a little more professional. By this meaning long sleeves, that covers what tattoos she could. She would even take the time to straighten her hair and remove a few of the extra piercings in her ears.
Her plan was to head in during the early am. Ember was not so much a night owl, as she was one to wake long before the rising sun. She had never slept well, until recently. Still, she was in the habit already of rising early. Before heading to the soup kitchen, Ember would stop to grab an early breakfast, from a 24hr diner. The coffee was terrible, but they had the best pancakes in town. She hung around awhile, chatting it up with a waitress she knew from regular visits. This used to be her and Willows place, but now Ember came alone. It always lightened her spirits, spending time in the places the two of them loved. Taking a coffee to go, Ember would be on her way out.
The sky was still dark, as she walked to the nearest station, to catch a bus. The transit system was her usual form of transportation; though she was saving up for a car. Not that the bus was miserable, but the freedom of her own vehicle would definitely be more enjoyable. Once arriving at her stop, it was only a short walk to her destination. Ember would head to a back intrance of the soup kitchen, stopping the first person she came across who looked like they worked there. "Excuse me. Hello! I was wondering about who I could talk to about volunteering for the soup kitchen? I have experience working in a restaurant; making food, serving and even doing dishes." Rattling off her experience in the food industry, as if this were some type of job interview.
This was still problematic, but it was easy enough to find; if you were willing to head down into the sewers. A place Ember found discussing, but if she had no other blood source it was worth it; to not have to feel the pain. She never knew the abilities she would end up with. This was why finding vampire connections was so important. They needed blood, and she was willing to offer up some of hers. She had even been told once it tasted quite sweet. What would be so wrong with asking for a sample in trade. Though most vampires simply took what they wanted. On a few different occasions Ember had found herself in an unknown place, not knowing how she had gotten there. A vampire feeding had a way of disorienting a person, but not always. She could remember a time or two with clarity; one she wished to forget.
Ember's journey ended far differently from how it began. The blood thief path had not been one started alone. It was a known fact, not all survived the initiation. Her best friend Willow had not. The loss had been nearly unbearable, but the freedom from pain had helped her through the grieving process. Ember doubted the pain of such a loss, as he best friend, would ever truly fade. She would continue on the path for the both of them now. Along the way, passing on service and kindness whenever she could. This was why her plans for the day involved paying a visit to a local soup kitchen. She had even dressed for the day, a little more professional. By this meaning long sleeves, that covers what tattoos she could. She would even take the time to straighten her hair and remove a few of the extra piercings in her ears.
Her plan was to head in during the early am. Ember was not so much a night owl, as she was one to wake long before the rising sun. She had never slept well, until recently. Still, she was in the habit already of rising early. Before heading to the soup kitchen, Ember would stop to grab an early breakfast, from a 24hr diner. The coffee was terrible, but they had the best pancakes in town. She hung around awhile, chatting it up with a waitress she knew from regular visits. This used to be her and Willows place, but now Ember came alone. It always lightened her spirits, spending time in the places the two of them loved. Taking a coffee to go, Ember would be on her way out.
The sky was still dark, as she walked to the nearest station, to catch a bus. The transit system was her usual form of transportation; though she was saving up for a car. Not that the bus was miserable, but the freedom of her own vehicle would definitely be more enjoyable. Once arriving at her stop, it was only a short walk to her destination. Ember would head to a back intrance of the soup kitchen, stopping the first person she came across who looked like they worked there. "Excuse me. Hello! I was wondering about who I could talk to about volunteering for the soup kitchen? I have experience working in a restaurant; making food, serving and even doing dishes." Rattling off her experience in the food industry, as if this were some type of job interview.
